With no one else left to confide in, Harry finds comfort in talking to his new cat, finding that having something to spill your secrets to without worry of judgment is very therapeutic. But those blonde hairs and silver eyes remind him of something... D/H

Harry has never enjoyed being in the Slytherin's presence. So having to spend what could be the rest of eternity literally stuck to him? He had a feeling he would be having migraines much more often. Drarry.