Only Us 《Drarry》

Prologue & A/N

Hey guys! Author here!(obviously)
I just wanted to say something before we got into this: THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. So it will most likely be absolute garbage.
Please give as much feedback as possible. I could really use it.
Now! Without further adieu: PROLOGUE

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The war was finally over. Voldemort had finally fallen, but at the expense of so many lives.

Fred Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Dobby, Remus Lupin, Hedwig, and so many more that witches and wizards alike held dear.

It had been three months since that day of rejoice and mourning. Everyone was doing their best to cope with the past year's events.

The Weasleys all took a personal break, but now Ron and Ginny are ready to go back to Hogwarts.

Hermione restored her parents' memories of her.

Malfoy had cut off all ties with his father and the Death Eaters. Although he did miss his mother greatly.

All of the previous seventh years at Hogwarts were returning to finish their final year of wizarding school.

Everything  and everyone seemed as if it was straightening out and getting back on track. Except Harry. Harry Potter. The boy who lived and then defeated Voldemort. The Chosen One.

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Harry did not leave Hogwarts after the battle. He felt it wasn't his place to go live with the Weasleys at the moment. And going to live with family was not an option, so he gathered other students without homes to go to and they all helped fix up the school and lived at Hogwarts until the next school year began.

Draco was one of the many students without a home to go to. He put himself to work to hopefully gain a spot back at Hogwarts the next year.

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With only two weeks left until the new year began, the castle was buzzing with excitment.

The students had recently finished fixing as much of Hogwarts as possible two days ago. All of the students pitched in to throw a celebration in the dining hall.

Harry Potter was the only Gryffindor that had been at the school the entire break, thus forcing him to sit and eat in silence while other tables created small talk.

Harry stared at his plate not eating. His stomach was begging for food, but Harry ignored the sensation and walked out of the Dining hall without having touched his plate.

This was a continuous cycle that re-occurred every day. No one noticed, or at least, that's what Harry believed.