The Phoenix

Draco

Disclaimer: The only thing I created in this story was the plot. The rest is the genius of J.K.Rowling.

Draco

It's a full year after the war.

The devastation caused by the Dark Army is slowly being rebuilt. Most of Voldemort's now ex-supporters, including my father, have been sent off to Azkaban.

Most. There are a handful whom the Ministry have overlooked. I am one of these lucky few.

My name is Draco Malfoy.

The family mansion seems of empty now that it lacks the purpose of the Dark Army's headquarters. No more constant in and out of company. No more hiding from fear in my room. No more screams of the tortured prisoners.

But most importantly, no more Voldemort waltzing around like he owned the place, which he did, in a sense.

It was just me and my mother, Narcissa Malfoy, in the family estate. It was cold and eerily silent, and Mother mostly kept to herself because she no longer had my father with her, as he was in Azkaban. It was a hard hit on her; my parents were very close.

No matter how much I wanted to hate the coward who was my father, I couldn't, for he still managed to pull a tiny bit of love from his lifeless heart.

I sat in bed lost in thought, when I was jerked to reality by a sharp rapping at the window. I peered out the glass when I spotted the owl and let it inside. It had a letter from Hogwarts addresed to me.

I freed the tawny owl of its burden. The owl streaked off into the evening sky as I slowly opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been allowed to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for an additional year to allow you to complete your education as it was disturbed the previous year. Your book list is included as usual.

You have also been selected as Head Boy for the upcoming year. Congratulations on this outstanding achievement. Please find me and the Head Girl on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st to go over your duties.

Congrats,

Minerva McGonagall

I stared in shock at the parchment, and a small silver badge that read "Head Boy" fell out

Amazed, I called out, "Mother, I want to tell you something important."

There was no response. I dashed down the steps and into her room. I found her face down in a pillow, half empty wine bottle in hand. Fearful, I checked her pulse. Nothing.

She had finally achieved what she had been threatening to do since Father's departure to prison. She had drowned her sorrows at last. I felt the anger rising just below the skin. It was quickly replaced with sorrow. The tears welled up on my eyes. I was alone now, no parents, no family, no trustworthy friends.The tears fell as the words I had just thought hit me.

'I'm alone.'

I sat and mourned over her body for what felt like hours. I looked at the clock over the mirror and saw it was mid afternoon. I remembered that I can't just leave her there; I needed to bury her.

I spent the day with a shovel in hand, digging that grave. As I finished, I conjured a casket and returned to her body.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I murmured.

Her corpse rose and followed me to the garden where I had dug the grave. I laid her into the well-padded coffin to rest eternally.

After what felt like hours of staring at her cold body, I finally closed the casket and lowered her into the ground. I set to work filling the grave.