Draco turned on his heel and strode off down the corridor. Harry was left, in awe, watching him leave until he rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Harry shuddered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He told himself it was the draught in the corridor, but he knew, deep down, that it was because he could sense the potential of something great. >>> An eighth-year!drarry au in which Draco uses the time after the war to make up with everyone he's treated wrongly in the past.