___<br/><br/>It was almost frightening how easily Kingsley Shacklebolt could make Harry feel like a teenager. Robards hadn’t forewarned the presence of the Minister, but as soon as Harry had stepped into the Head Auror’s office to that familiar expression of worry, Harry had been left off-kilter for the entire morning, uncomfortable in its connotations; suddenly, Harry was seventeen again, and Shacklebolt a overbearing adult dealing with his rash impulses.<br/>The conversation hadn’t felt much different.<br/>Harry was unaccustomed receiving this kind of oversight, but a month away from the force and then another immediate injury shorty after his return had caught the attention of the Ministry, and sitting ahead of Robards' desk, the chair inhabited by Shacklebolt as Robards himself hovered by the window, Harry felt more ill at ease than he had for the entire year.<br/>He had promptly been ordered to retake his evaluations, both physical and psychological. Neither had said it, but Harry had been able to read between the lines; both were worried about his well being. It had almost made him want to throw up again, uncomfortable under their scrutiny.<br/>It was halfway through lunch by the time Harry had finished dressing after his physical, his hair still damp after the shower as he ventured through the DMLE dining hall.<br/>The prospect of having to face a Mind Healer was making his skin itch, and though it wasn’t often Harry had his lunches there, he still found himself almost selfishly seeking it out, knowing that today, Draco would be there, too. Had Harry had any more foresight, he would have recognized just how alarming it was becoming, just how compulsively he sought out Draco as a distraction from his own thoughts; however, that had yet to come.<br/>Instead, Harry easily spotted Draco’s white-blond hair in the crowd, unsurprisingly finding him having his lunch with Connor. Unceremoniously, Harry took the vacant seat next to Draco, his mind not yet having caught up with an excuse for the interruption.<br/>Almost breathlessly, Harry smiled, expression open and airy as he offered first Connor a glance and then Draco. “Cheers.”