Draco's Obsession

Rising Anger

Draco's POV:

How could they do this?

How could they treat her like this?

Draco didn't know where to go.

Didn't know what to do.

His anger clouded his judgement and all he wanted to do was hit something... or someone.

He marched through the hallway, not caring if he bumped into any of the students.

Draco turned the corners of each hallway unconsciously. He was furious.

Every minute he thought his mother was safe in the hands of the Ministry, was another minute that she might be in danger.

How could I be so stupid?

How could I be so daft?

Draco needed to breathe. Needed some air.

Once he changed his course, Draco found himself making his way out of the safety of Hogwarts, and wandering down to Hagrid's burnt down hut.

It was pouring outside, but he didn't care.

He welcomed it.

It somewhat quietened down the roasting rage in his mind.

Hagrid hadn't come back to Hogwarts since after the war. The war had evidently taken a toll on him. It was hard for him to come back to a home that was destroyed by the very people that Draco fought with.

Looking at the hut now made Draco guilty. Even though he wasn't the one to commit this specific crime, he still played a role in the destruction of Hagrid's life.

Hagrid had also testified against Draco's imprisonment. Told the Ministry that the children should not be subjected to torture or imprisonment because of their parents.

After his testimony, Hagrid had immediately left and hasn't returned since.

Draco was also blamed for that.

Some of the students and Professors began making the effort to remodel Hagrid's home in hopes that he'd come back. But why would he?

The Wizarding world was as fractured and corrupted than the Muggle World. There was nothing left.

Draco crept into the now standing hut and stood at its centre. The ceiling was still falling apart, leaving large gaps that welcomed the harsh weather.

Draco tried to slow down his breathing. Tried to calm down his nerves, but the envelope in his hand was burning a hole in his heart.

"What are you doing in here?" A voice announced behind him.

Draco turned slowly to see Potter standing behind him in the doorway. He had logs of wood in his tense arms.

Draco didn't reply. He just stared at him.

Harry didn't wait for an answer as he walked further into the hut, and laid the logs in a sheltered corner.