Draco? Julian?

Sounds muggle

Harry PoV~

I walked through Diagon Alley, done with being everyone's savior. I wanted to get out of this. 

I hadn't asked to be the savior of the Wizarding World. Ihadn't asked to have his friends and family die. It just... happened. No one was celebrating Neville, who had killed Nagini. No one was celebrating Malfoy, who-

Draco.

He'd been a prick during their time at Hogwarts, but he'd tried to keep his cronies from killing me in the Room of Requirement. Then he'd pleaded with that Death Eater. That had to count for something. Right? Saving mine, Ron's, and Hermione's lives twice?

Speaking of Draco, no one had seen him after the War. It had been, what, eighteen years? When he'd been last spotted, he'd been with his parents in the Great Hall, head hanging, looking uncertain whether they belonged, with the celebration of victory and the mourning for the losses of the school and the Order.

It wasn't the same without him, and Ihad never thought that he would say it, but Imissed the ferret.

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"Harry!" Hermione called.

"Yes?" I asked from upstairs.

"Come look who's in the muggle news!"

"What?" Iyelped, running down the stairs.

Hermione chuckled, leading him to the car and driving him to a nearby library.

Igroaned, letting myself be pulled into the building. "Why are we here?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and led me to a computer, sitting down in one of the chairs. Ifollowed suit. "Simple, Harry. Muggle technology doesn't work in magical areas, and you need to see this!" She opened a browser and pulled up a webpage.

"Is that... Malfoy?" Iasked, incredulous.

"Hair dyed and under a different name, but yes," Hermione confirmed.

"Julian Albert Desmond," Imuttered. "Sounds muggle."

"It's supposed to be. He's trying to stay hidden."

Istood up. "I have to find him."

"Where? He wouldn't be in London, and this article was written four years ago!"

"I have to find him," Irepeated.

"I, he left for a reason. No one knows why, but he had to have a reason. Someone like him wouldn't go act like a muggle without a reason!"

"Hermione."

The witch looked at him. "Yes, Harry?"

"I need to find him."

"I doubt he'll be happy to see you, Harry. Be careful."

Ismiled at her. "When am I not?"

"In Chronological or alphabetical order?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm serious, Harry."

"Hermione, trust me. I will be."

"We'll miss you. Fire call at least once a week."

"Yes, Mother," Igrumbled, apparating out of the library to the comfort of my home.

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