Draco didn't want to go back to Hogwarts again. He remembers the first day he set foot on the Hogwarts Express, the first time he tried the quirky lolly pops leaving his tongue burning for days, his first kiss.
All his firsts began at Hogwarts and ended at Hogwarts. The first time he tried killing somebody. The sound of Headmaster Dumbledore's wand hitting the ground, the look of pity and love in his eyes.
He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He traced the mark of Death Eater with his index finger. He despised the tattoo and eveything it once stood for, still stands for.
He deserves this, Draco thought. He deserves every little or heart shattering pain the life has in store for him. For he was a coward, a coward with power. He could have saved Hermione from the torture, he should've helped Potter. But all he did was play fetch for the Dark Lord and be a hindrance in Harry's quest.
He wished he could go visit his dad in Azkaban. It wouldn't be difficult. No more dementors linger on that island. For siding with the Dark Lord, they are permanently banished from the lands of living.
The only problem was his dad's demand to Draco to never visit him again. To never speak his name aloud.
A tear fell from his eyes, sliding down his cheek. He missed his father, greatly. And he couldn't mourn the loss of him in public because he was the elite member of Dark Lord's army.
The train stopped, reaching it's destination. He pulled out his luggage, dressed himself in his green Slytherin robe and moved out of his empty compartment.
He saw Goyle trying to catch his attention but he averted his eyes. He didn't have time for useless and vengeful friend like him.
For years Crabe and Goyle has followed him like mindless puppies. He thought of them fondly, as one thinks fondly about their pets.
But those two were vicious snakes in den of friendly mouse. He hadn't known how dedicated Crabe and Goyle were to Voldemort.
Crabe got killed in the fire in the room of requirement. Since then Goyle has been more persistent
He breathed in, clasped Zabini's shoulder, engaging him in a conversation and made his way to the Great Hall of Feast.
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