"Watch where you're going, Death Eater." A hard shoulder shoved Draco out of the way, making him inwardly curse his mother for forcing him to get some something or other from Flourish and Blotts. Of course Mother couldn't get those special quills herself. Bloody house arrest and all. Even if he was attacked, he would be unable to defend himself anyway. He kept his head down and prayed he wouldn't be noticed. As he continued down the street, a group of boys, barely younger than him, took notice of his unusual demeanor. Forming a circle around him, they grinned sharklike grins at him, obviously aware of his wandlessness. A wave of panic forced its way through him, squeezing his heart and making his limbs shake.
"Hey scum, is it true you killed Dumbledore?" The leader said, kicking dirt at Draco. When he got no response, he shoved Draco to the ground. Scraping his hands as he hit the ground, Draco could smell the nauseating scent of blood as his arms screamed in agony. Biting back a whimper, he stood up and tried to escape, only to be knocked down again by another boy. Suddenly they were everywhere, kicking him and shooting painful spells his way. Curling up on the ground, Draco prayed for it to stop.
"You should just kill yourself, Death Eater scum. Die just like You-Know-Who. Nobody would miss you, thats for sure." One last kick and they apparated away. Draco lay there for who knows how long, willing for the pain to stop. Hours later, when it was dark, an shop owner walking down the street caught sight of him. Hurrying to the pale boy's side, he mumbled to himself as he brought Draco into his shop, a paints shop. Lowering him to one of the unoccupied tables, he grabbed gauze and some bandages and slowly started to stitch Draco up. An hour later, Draco sat up, in tremendous amounts of pain. He got up, ignoring the older man's shout of, "Wait, stay. You're not healed yet! I should take you to St. Mungos!" Draco grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossed three galleons onto the shop floor, and flooed to Malfoy Manor, where he collapsed into a ball on the floor, sobbing. After a couple minutes of this, he rose, his mind resolved and his face hardened. The boys were right. He should just kill himself.
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FanfictionDraco Malfoy is a wreck. After the war, he returned to Malfoy Manor and secluded himself from everyone, including his mother. Wandless for five years, he becomes a broken boy no spell can fix. He rarely leaves and when he does, the world still sees...
