Aftermath -A Harry Potter story-

1-Nothing left.

The moon was up. The stars gleamed in the midnight sky, and the Open space shimmered as if it was painted with silver lining. Sat under the sky, hogwarts school of witchcraft. And in the cold misty dungeons, held Slytherin common room.

Draco signed. He tried over and over to get his hair right but it wouldn't work. He'd have to skip potions. Since the war, mr.malfoy had trouble paying attention in class, even being one of the smartest students at hogwarts. Beaten by Granger, of course. Potter and wealsy were gone, Blaise was a bore, and so was goyle.
He'd had no-one. And he wouldn't hang out with Pansy-that'd be a downgrade.
Once-popular Slytherin was now a loner;
And couldn't except it.
Draco whimpered like a lost puppy.
How Could this get worse? His parents were thrown in Azkaban, Crabbe died, his grades had dropped dramatically and he had no friends. What could be worse?
He heard a knock on the bathroom door.
" everything okay in there, Bro?" A voice that Draco recognized as Blaise's said.
" yeah" he replied. He took his pale hand and opened the door.
Blaise jumped. Probably because Draco looked ridiculous; hair messy, only boxers on. " not going to potions I assume" another Slytherin said. He shoved over to his bed, ignoring.
After about three minutes everyone started to leave. He put his head down and started to fall asleep.