
Harry James Potter found himself completely screwed as the new Minister of Magic called his bloody MUGGLE phone and asked (forced) him to go on a mission. He was serious when he said he NEEDED space to gather himself up again after war, but seemed like nobody gave a shit about what "The Boy Who Lived" wanted. So now he was on his way to Paris to keep an eye on an old enemy, or a former one. he wasn't sure. ________________ Oi! Hello there, hope yall doin great;) this is my second Drarry fic and the first one publishing on wattpad give it a chance maybe? and English isn't my first language btw so sorry for any grammar issues or wrong dictation <3All Rights Reserved
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