My Promises To Captain Malfoy || DRARRY

Chapter 2

"Good morning Harry"

"Good morning dad"

As soon as Harry wakes up, he dresses in his best and make his way downstairs for breakfast. Entering the dining room, he was greeted by the warm smile of his father, James Potter. The table is already set, with all the familiar faces gathered his family, including his two uncles, Remus and Sirius Lupin, sitting together with an easygoing comfort, waiting for him to join.

"Long time no see, isn't it Harry?"

"Yes uncle pad. How're you?"

As Harry place his seat at the dinning table, his godfather Sirius Lupin (Black) starts a conversation with a common topic which makes Harry follows his lead to engage in a warm family conversation together.

"We all good Harry"

Before Sirius could respond, Lupin answered Harry's question in his calm, thoughtful way. He then took a slow sip of his black coffee, the steam rising softly from the cup as he glanced toward the window.

"Oh Brilliant"

"Did you meet him last night sweetheart?"

"Who?"

Harry gently slices into the golden yolk of the sunny-side-up egg, watching it spill across the plate. He savors a bite, marveling at the silky texture-simple yet utterly perfect.

"Captain Malfoy"

"Oh yes, I did. I think the party was only for our acquaintants, wasn't it?"

"He is my great acquaintant Harry"

"Yes he is ,sweetie don't mess it up"

Mr and Mrs Potter suddenly interrupts, his presence commanding the room. In that moment, Harry realizes that his parents are utterly captivated by this man, his attention unwavering. And even uncles do. It is leading the way of they are anticipating him for their daughter Hermione Potter.

After breakfast, he comes out to Potters' mansion stunning front yard to have a private time under the huge "Acer pseudoplatanus" where he could be out off touch with his family for a while. Living alone became his habbit since he set foot abroad due to his acdemic studies. He realizes that he could give time to hus family but this habbit is hood winking him to be the same as it used to be.

A gentle breeze stirs the air, causing the leaves to dance and drift softly to the ground. Though the weather is warm, the breeze carries a coolness that whispers of change. The sky stretches clear and bright, while the air is filled with a delicate scent, mingled with a faint mist. It's that unmistakable essence of autumn, a season both fleeting and beautiful.

Harry is in a dark brown cardigan with a light shirt under it. The pants are absolutely matching with his top color due to being a kind of brown shade. Harry is feeling like the long coat is being too extra when the weather isn't that cold , however, at least it makes him looks stunning. Harry puts up the round glasses on his face to get the right point of his vision sight ,then opens the book in his hand which looks abit similar to a diary if there aren't poems in it.

"Autumn"

Harry writes down a simple title for his newest poem. The time he was abroad, all he wrote are about how much he was missing home but now he feels safe and sound as he is home and getting the serious vibe of being at home. Last night, he couldn't sleep well due to the weather. After the party, he went his bedroom upstairs and determined to have a rest well ,but as soon as he got his eyes on the "Acer pseudoplatanus" in the backyard through the window, he felt like it enchanted to him badly and as a result, he got the strong aura to write a poem or maybe a poetry on it.