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Ten years had passed since the fall of Voldemort. Harry Potter, savior of the magical world, was no longer the Boy Who Lived. He was a man, bearing the weight of responsibility and the scars of war upon his shoulders. Working as an Auror, he faced the echoes of the past daily, the shadows of those who had fallen, and those who had survived. One of those echoes was Draco Malfoy. Their first meeting after the war had been no more than a cold nod in the courtroom. Draco, thanks to Narcissa's testimony and Harry's assistance, had avoided Azkaban, but the stigma of traitor and coward would forever remain upon him. He had vanished from sight, like a ghost. And now, years later, Harry encountered him again. This time - at a crime scene. Aurors had cordoned off an old manor house in the remote Scottish Highlands. Dark magic hung in the air, like a thick fog. The victim was a well-known artifact collector, found dead in his library. Harry stood at the entrance of the house, feeling the familiar sting on his scar. "Potter," he heard a cold, familiar voice. Draco Malfoy, dressed in a dark cloak, stood in the shadows of the trees. His fair hair, once neatly slicked back, was now tousled by the wind. His eyes held weariness and a strange, anxious glint. "Malfoy," Harry replied, becoming alert. "What are you doing here?" "I'm assisting with the investigation," Draco replied curtly. "This house used to belong to my family. The collector bought it a few years ago." Harry frowned. He hadn't known the Malfoys had ties to this area. "I don't understand," he said. "You're working with the Aurors?" "Not exactly," Draco sighed. "I study dark artifacts. The collector specialized in them. I have some knowledge that might be helpful." Harry didn't trust him, but he understood that Draco's information could be valuable. "Alright," Harry said. "But I'll be watching you."