Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling. The writing of this fan fiction belongs to me.

Chapter 1

Harry trailed across the cold streets of New York holding the collar of his pea coat closely together. The new weather seemed to make the patrons more unkind than usual. Slytherins, he thought to his self as if it were a swear word, at their behavior. He felt as if he were back in the Hogwarts corridors with adolescent enemies.
He'd been in New York for almost a month and just couldn't get used to the busy streets. He'd found his self lost a number of times, wishing he could pull out his wand and cast the Four-Point Spell. After getting a bit turned around searching for the restaurant he was suggested to try lunch at, he couldn't find his way back to his hotel.

Finally turning on to a street that he was familiar with, he released a sigh of relief. He'd already walked around for nearly forty minutes searching for his way back. He picked up the pace, eager to step back into the warmth of his room when a distant, yet familiar sound froze his insides beyond the cold wind's powers.

That can't be what I thought it was. He said to his self with a vigorous shake of his head.

He was far away from the wizarding world he grew up in and it'd been years since he'd heard the sound but the memories of his encounters with Dementors suddenly came to the frontal of his brain.

"St-stay away from me," he heard someone murmur in terror as he was just about to pass an alley. The voice had a familiar ring to it but before he could place it, he felt the coldness shatter through his body again and heard the rattling noise magnified.

Through instinct, he pulled out his wand before turning into the alley and his mouth gaped at what he saw. Two Dementors were hovering over a young man with white- blond hair and a pointy face. Harry looked between the Dementors and the young man he went to Hogwarts with, who happened to be one of his greatest enemies next to Voldemort. What shocked Harry even more was the fact that Draco Malfoy, someone so quick to draw his wand the moment he'd seen Harry, was crouching near a large garbage bin, with fear clearly plastered on his face. It was almost as shocking as walking into the recent situation.

After shaking his head clear and focusing on the trouble in front of him, he raised his wand and shouted a spell.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wand and charged towards the Dementors. They immediately fell back and began retreating, lighting the alley a bit and the feeling of dread dispersed with their disappearance. Once his stag returned, he turned back towards Malfoy, who was shakily picking his self off of the ground. Harry was frozen in place, unaware of what to do next. He wanted to retreat before Malfoy realized just who'd been his savior but he'd wanted to see if his old nemesis was okay. With a low huff, he walked further into the alley.

Malfoy started as if he'd thought the Dementors had returned but through the squint of his eyes, he saw a pair of bright green eyes behind a pair of spectacles that were all too familiar to him.

"Potter!" His voice rang higher than he'd wanted and he immediately closed his mouth as if to retract the sound.

"Yes, it's me," Harry replied, not knowing how else to respond. It'd been five years since he'd seen Malfoy and their last interaction wasn't on good terms. In fact, they'd never been.

Malfoy seemed to be remembering the same thing so they stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to each other. Malfoy removed his wand from inside his knee length coat, and pointed it at his self. Harry watched as the dirt and soot was siphoned from Malfoy's attire. Once done, he put it away and glanced back at Harry.

"Er, thanks...For the help..." he muttered, looking at the ground as if he was trying to find something on it.

"Don't mention it," Harry muttered back, not looking at Malfoy either. "Er, we all seem to be a long way from home. I didn't expect to run across... Them." He was going to say Malfoy but decided not to.

"Er, yes. A bit of shock to me as well."

Harry wondered if the shock was why Malfoy hadn't produced his own patronus to get rid of them but didn't voice it. Speaking to Malfoy in such a civilized tone with no animosity was weird enough without them sparking up a conversation.

"I suppose I better get going," Malfoy said and abruptly walked pass Harry without another word or even a glance back. Moments later, Harry followed suit but Malfoy had already vanished. If he'd ran or apparated, Harry didn't know. The noise in the streets was loud enough to cover the popping sound.

Harry returned to his hotel reliving the odd moment over and over in his head, loads of questions following until he finally drifted off to sleep, believing he wouldn't run into Malfoy again.