Within minutes of Draco’s discovery, the field office was overrun with forensic wizards, and Harry was propelled into a bureaucratic dance he so loathed. It had all been too quick, and yet the day felt agonizingly slow, caught on a loop of protocols and repeated conversations.<br/>Along with Buchannan, Harry had been stuck in the basement room with forensic Inspector Tsai to coordinate the exhumination of the body without tampering with the scene. It must have been hours ago, and as Harry finally stumbled out of the house, the smell of rot still clung to him, cutting through the fresh breeze of the countryside.  Harry felt utterly depleted, barely able to make out Buchannan’s voice as spoke to him, his ears ringing as his spike of adrenaline finally ran dry.<br/>Barely present in his own body, his eyes still darted across the moving bodies scampering to and from the port key, easily finding Draco among them, surprised to see he had stayed through it all.