They said the war was over; they said that everything was easy now; they said that they could go back to normal. Draco didn't know what normal was anymore. Because normal was to know how to live, how to be happy - that was a vague thought now, a wish that he'd yearned for since he was 15 years old. Now though? Now he got a gripping fear whenever he stepped outside, the urge to cry every time he opened his eyes, and he wanted darkness to swallow him and just let him stay. Instead, it spat him back out because not even the darkness wanted him. Draco wanted to hide himself away and never be found. Apparently, he wasn't even allowed to do that either.All Rights Reserved
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