"It was early 2004 and I was in Cornwall on what was supposed to be a run for chocolate frogs. A sweet and easy job, you know?" Harry snorts and adjusts how his glasses sit more out of habit than necessity. "There'd been a nest of smugglers there and we'd raided their...the building they were using for processing. They knew we were coming and it'd gone sideways. Badly sideways, but we were doing well enough."

"I was running there and then in the next moment, I was here."

Surely, surely, there's an easy way home. Draco must know of it. Harry can't and won't accept any alternative. Not yet, anyway.