Chapter 1 a long 8 years
Harry had been gone for 8 years now. After the 2nd wizarding war, harry had felt like people were done with him. Everyone celebrated with him and I was nice but harry needed time. He decided to stay at his godfathers beachhouse for a couple days. After 2 months of crying and hating the scars on his body, Harry had given up on ever going home. Harry had forgotten what it was like to talk with friends. Or to have a home cooked meal. Or to be with someone he loved.
One night harry couldn't sleep, so he sat out on the porch listening to the waves hit the shore. The moon light shining lightly on the water made Harry forget about his problems. At 5 am harry decided to go in, but something landed on the side of the porch. It was a letter. This was strange because no one new where he was living and it was too early for it to be Bill's. There was a jet black owl siting on the banister. Harry had not known how long there flight was so he gave them some milk and they were off.
Harry sat down in his dinning room grabbing his wand to open the letter to avoid getting a paper cut. He opened it and glanced down at the name. "Draco Malfoy?"