Even if he had been living there for several years now, and it was the place that he grew up, Draco would probably never really get used to the vastness and the emptiness of Malfoy Manor. It was such a vastly different experience compared to when he was a child, most of it due to just how huge the manor was and how he had it all to himself.<br/>It was a nightmare most of the time, but Draco needed plenty of room to do his research and it wasn’t like he would be able to afford anything in the size that he would need. That was the main reason he had decided to go back to the manor, combined with how secluded it was and all the wards that he knew to already be in place.<br/>The secluded nature of the manor also meant that he rarely saw other people, something that he had come to cherish since the war. There were really no people who were interested in the effect that dark artefacts had on the human psyche, at least not when said research was done by Draco Malfoy, so nobody bothered him and he didn’t have to worry about someone accidentally triggering one of his artefacts.<br/>Thus, he was extremely confused when his wards alerted him that someone had appareted onto the grounds. He never had company unless he knew in advance, something that he appreciated or more than one reason, and he knew that he had nothing scheduled for the day, so the identity of his visitor was a complete mystery to him. It was unrealistic that someone was just dropping by for a visit and whenever a ministry worker did come by, they always made sure to come through the floo network; leaving him with enough warning to be presentable.<br/>He went to his front door to see outside and didn’t immediately recognise the shape coming towards him. Once he did though, a deep sense of dread filled him, making him sick to his stomach with anxiety.<br/>What on earth was Harry Potter doing here?