Harry Potter

Chapter 2

As Harry and Daphne sat by the fireplace in their old age, reminiscing about their lives together, a knock came at the door. They were surprised, as they weren't expecting any visitors.

Harry went to answer the door and was shocked to see a man he thought he would never see again - Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice cautious.

Draco looked nervous, his eyes darting around the room. "I need your help, Potter. It's about my son."

Harry was taken aback. He had never heard Draco sound so vulnerable before. He motioned for Draco to come inside, and Daphne offered him a seat by the fire.

Draco explained that his son had been kidnapped by a group of rogue Death Eaters who were still loyal to Voldemort's cause. They were demanding a huge ransom in exchange for his safe return.

"I don't know who else to turn to, Potter. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I need your help."

Harry felt a pang of sympathy for Draco. He couldn't imagine what it must feel like to have your child taken away from you.

"I'll help you, Malfoy," Harry said firmly. "But we'll need to gather some information first. Do you have any leads?"

Draco nodded, relief flooding his features. "Yes, I do. I've been trying to track down some of my old connections, but they're not easy to find. I was hoping you could use your connections in the Ministry to help."

Harry agreed to help Draco, and together they began their search for the kidnapped boy. They worked tirelessly, gathering information and piecing together clues. They faced many obstacles along the way, including attacks from Death Eaters and obstacles from the Ministry, who were sceptical of Draco's sudden change of heart.

In the end, their hard work paid off, and they were able to rescue Draco's son from the clutches of the Death Eaters. Harry and Draco had formed an unlikely bond through their shared experience, and they parted ways as friends.

Daphne looked at Harry with admiration, impressed by his willingness to help even his former enemy. "You truly are a hero, Harry," she said, her voice filled with pride.

Harry smiled, feeling grateful for the love and support of his wife. He realized that even after all these years, he was still fighting for what was right, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Author's note (This is going to be a very quick story)