Draco’s hand moved of its own accord, coming to rest over the spot. Every fibre of his being became hyperfocused on the location, everything telling him that he’d found her–had found them. It made the most sense: a location he never would think to look for because his father would never expect him to remember it existed, and given the spells likely over the building, no Auror team would find it–wouldn’t think to look past a glance through the woods into the empty space. But the location would be perfect, close to the manor so Atticus wouldn’t need to leave the estate. 