"Joyeux Noel," he replied to the little girl, his accent completely massacring her language.
"I'd better hear from you." Harry made his way, short as it was, to the door, and with his hand on the handle, turned back to face Draco and his daughter. "If I'm going to be assigned to your case, I need to be made aware of what you're up to, even if it's not entirely honest. You're stuck with me." And I'm stuck with you, Harry thought, but didn't say another word. Instead, he gave a short nod, smiled up at Alys, and walked out the door.