Harry Apparated onto the grounds of Malfoy Manor. For all of a beat, he felt a triggering pinprick of cold and fear make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he pushed it down. That cold, spring night from the war as decades and decades in the past, and since then, he had been back at this place a couple of times before, more recently for the wedding of his best mate to their former schoolyard enemy.