After the battle of Hogwarts students are advised to participate in an extra year of schooling to make up for their lost education. During this 8th year will Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter put the past behind them and start a friendship, if so will i...
I was strolling along the gravel pathways of Malfoy Manor's Garden in the morning mist. The small stones and sand crunching under my footsteps. I could feel ministry officials gazes on my back even though they were hidden by magic. They didn't trust me but why should they?
After what I'd done I imagined I would be in Azkaban along with my parents so I was still grateful for their mercy. I don't know why they didn't send me there they were about to convict me to what I had known would be a harsh punishment when I had been asked to leave the court room so they could 'discuss some more'. When I re-entered after an hour or so they told me I was free to go however the amount of magic I could do was limited and that the ministry would be watching me. It still puzzled me as to what had changed their minds.
As I wandered along I hummed an old nursery rhyme my mother had taught me as a child. The sky was a gloomy grey and the rose bushes surrounding me in prefect hedges were a deep green. The pops of red stood out and as I reached out towards one to pick it I felt a hand on my shoulder. I inhaled sharply and started to hyperventilate while turning around sharply to be met by the face of a ministry official. The contact had shocked me as I had been brought up to expect pain however the man just handed me a letter and apparated away.
I looked at the Hogwarts seal on the letter and headed back inside out of the cool air to open it. I sat in an arm chair in front of the fire slipping my gloves off and carefully sliding my nail under the seal opening the envelope to reveal a shiny piece of parchment with a gold tint. I dropped the envelope to the floor and focused on the cursive words inked on the page.
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I studied the list on the back and was pleased to find that I already owned nearly everything except for a few books I had never heard of. The decision of going back to Hogwarts or not would hopefully distract me for a few days from my constant worrying and fear I've been living in.
A few days after receiving the letter I had made the decision I was going back to Hogwarts. I had come to term with the fact that I would be greatly hated by the whole student body and that no-one would want to speak to me or associate with me.
It would be hard but going to school would be a good distraction from everything that had happened in the past and the traumatic memories this house brought. I shuddered at the things that had happened here. I hated it. Soon my Father's court case would be settled and I would have the rights to this place and the whole Malfoy fortune. The first thing I'm doing is tearing this house down and starting a new legacy for the Malfoy name. One that's clean and pure. I never want the Malfoy name associated with dark magic again and all this house was is a reminder of how we used to be. How I used to be. I hate it.
