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Hogwarts eighth year, coping mechanism, post-war, animagus, therapy pet or some sort, fluff, slow-burn, mention of suicide, minor character deaths, self-harm
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You could say everyone was affected by the war. No one that had been fighting in the war had made it out unscathed or with a healthy mind. They each had lost someone precious to them or something precious. Parents. Siblings. Friends. And they all tried their best to move forward because that's life how life works.
Whatever happened, you need to keep moving because time waited for no one. Time will continue to move whether you like it or not. Those who left wouldn't want the living to mourn too long for them, only wanting the best of them and that was to live a happy life. When you lost people to Death, you will gain something better. It will get better even when it seemed like an impossible thing.
What's important is that you cherish those that are still with you.
That's what Draco had learned in the Muggle World after his Wizengamot trials. While others were working out, helping to rebuild Hogwarts, which was a very slow process from what he had heard, the castle was still in pain, he would walk around Muggle London, passing by houses in a green sweater and grey sweatpants that he has bought in a Muggle store and these comfortable shoes called Adidas. Sometimes he would stop by a random cemetery and asked a random person how to keep on living after losing so many things.
One old lady looked at him calculatingly as they sat on a bench, where they were previously staring at the gravestones before she answered, "I had seen a lot of deaths when I was working as a nurse. If there is one thing I had to learn through this life is that–" she stopped to ponder. "Life is just too short, young man. Death just waits for no one. If it's time, it's time. Some people lived long, dying at the age of 100 and perhaps more. Some don't have that kind of curse. They died perhaps barely formed in the womb, perhaps a stillborn and even some died after only a few years of living," she said.
"I had a grandson around your age. Still a teenager," she pointed at the gravestone in front of her. His eyes automatically moved to read the words written on the stone:
May You Rest In Peace
Nate Matthias Goldberg
June 6th, 1980 - April 15th, 1998
"I like putting a smile on people's faces."
"He was my age," Draco murmured with an open expression. "Born the day after I was born." The old lady smiled weakly. "He was such an amazing boy. Everyone adored him. His teachers, his friends. He was always bright and happy. He was smart too. Kind-hearted, always willing to help anyone out." Draco stood up and walked closer, pointing his wand at the stone. He knew he was breaking the Statute of Secrecy but he found himself couldn't care less. If the woman noticed, she didn't say anything to indicate she saw his wand either. "We never noticed that something was wrong with him."
"How did he die?"
"He jumped off a building."
Draco hummed and mumbled a few spells to conjure some sunflowers. "Why did he jumped off a building?"
The lady didn't answer.
But Draco already had the suspicion of what had happened to Goldberg.
