_____<br/><br/>Harry had dealt with the news of his own mortality by suppressing them, clouding the worry in Draco’s voice with simple pleasures and late nights at the office. It had taken several detours and days, but by the third day, Harry felt human again, and the pressure in his chest had once again been diminished back into something too abstract to even consider.<br/>A product of his youth, Harry was no stranger to the threat of death, after all.<br/>Instead, Harry had thrown himself into the Towthorpe case, enjoying the straight-forward administrative work of submitting that the Ministry wards be reestablished before they deteriorated. Though nothing more than a chore, it was rooted in reality, almost propelling Harry out of his seat as he finished them. Long months at the Manor had reduced the house to nothing more than a fever dream, and when he personally handed the paperwork to Buchannan, Harry had announced his intention to visit the site in the morning.<br/>Harry only returned to his own office to go through the Floo, stating the connection point in the Manor kitchen with too great familiarity for once who had yet to utilize it. Whether or not Draco would be asked to Towthorpe under Harry’s or Paul’s charge remained unclear, but there was a great sense of juvenile indulgence in being the one to call on him, and Harry happily skipped his lunch to do just that.