Postcards of a Home That

If you'd told Draco when he disappeared from the Wizarding World at the age of 19 that he was going to end up living in a little muggle community, making greeting cards and ornaments and other little decorative items by hand, he'd have told you that you'd lost your mind.And yet, that's exactly where Draco finds himself. Running his own little shop in a little muggle town in upstate New York. It's one of the tourist-y towns that people from the cities always come vacationing to with its lovely snow-covered hills and frozen lakes. Lots of tourists come in to buy his art and he has quite a booming business on etsy. It's idyllic, really.He's sitting at the desk in the back corner of the shop, working on a collection of postcards, when the door opens and the cold air rushes in. Draco doesn't look up for a moment, intent on finishing the lights on the tree, "I'll be right with you," he calls.There's no response, but he doesn't let that bother him. When he finishes the lights less than a minute later, he looks up and sees the man who'd entered his shop."Hello, Draco," Harry murmurs.