"I know the place. They should still be open, just down the street. Very discreet," he said and looked at Draco with a nod. This was creating a feeling in Harry he hadn't felt since he was in school. A sort of rebellion of not doing what people expect from him, despite being sorted in Slytherin.

"Afterward, we'll have to run by my place to grab my things," he said. Just a few important things that he couldn't leave without.

He fully planned to let key people know that he was off traveling, to get a moment away from London. Find who he was again. Which was, let's be honest, true to some degree. He was finding who he was again, with Draco Malfoy. He was excited, honestly.