Scars (Drarry)

Broken

Third Person P.O.V
Draco Malfoy was broken, both inside and out. Ever since the war he had been this way, he would spend days at a time sitting in his room at Malfoy Manor staring wistfully out the window, or rather, what remained of it that is. The once prestigious Manor had been left to decay after the war, seeing as both of his parents had left him, his father was still on the run and his mother had turned herself in willingly to save Draco. The Ministry had immediately caught Draco after the war and were holding a life sentence in Askaban over his head, that was until his mother stepped in.
The Ministry had agreed to letting Draco go, seeing as he was only a minor, in exchange for Narcrissa's surrender. She had complied to their request to help Draco, but as of right now Draco was wishing he had rotted in Askaban in favor of the living hell that his life currently was. His father had emptied his bank account at Gringgots before fleeing and the Ministry had frozen Narcrissa's, which left Draco penniless. All he had was the cold Manor, which was slowly decaying from the lack of cleaning.
To put the cherry on top of the shit cake, Draco was hideous. The war had left him with a broken family and various scars, that polluted his porcelain skin with discoloration and deformation in ranging sizes and shapes. The one that Draco despised the most was a particularly long gash that ran from his right temple to his bottom left cheek. The scar sliced through his eyebrow and over his left eye, and was his father's fault. After the war had ended Draco had chased after his father only to get hexed in the face, Lucius was attempting to escape when Draco had got to him, he had tried to convince his father to take him along, however Lucius had insisted that he was a burden that he could no longer tolerate and expressed his disdain in a very violent way, which ended with Draco being scarred by his own father, whom he had once adored.
So here Draco sat, looking over his once beautiful home with a pained expression, he wished he could leave but the second he got off the Malfoy property he found himself in trouble for a number of reasons. 1.) he looked terrible with all his scars 2.) the general wizard population hated the Malfoys for what they had done during the war 3.) he was broke and malnourished and honestly smelled quite repulsive as well. At first Draco had tried to cover up the scars with a simple Glamours spell, but that had no effect, then he moved on to several concealing potions that he brewed himself and they still had no effect. He even became so desperate that he salvaged some of Narcrissa's old makeup from her old quarters in an attempt to cover up the disgusting scars, and still (not to Draco's surprise) it did not work.
And now Draco had to worry about the upcoming school year, seeing as all seventh years were being required to return to Hogwarts to finish their education in the form of an eighth year of schooling. Although Draco did not in any way wish to confront his peers, he had to, he was not going to let his mother's sacrifice be in vain and besides at least he would be able to eat a sustainable meal for once. So now he sat, starring unseeingly into the distance, as he often did, contemplating his future at his school.