Parents are coming nearby. Father steps wide, but it can be seen that every step is given to him with enormous pain. The mother, having not kept up with their speed, almost goes on running. Malfoy is sure their heads are the same as his. They have just removed their imaginary crowns and forever signed up to the ranks of traitors. Let Voldemort, but still traitors.
Draco leaps up. It 's just a dream, another dream. When did his own memories become his worst nightmare? He 's shaking. All the sheets are wet. Sweat drops flow across the face, as after quid ditch training. The head is still humming, just like it did then. It was easier to remember when she was not sick because such moments became less and less. Draco closed his face with his hands, trying to calm down. What was the biggest nightmare for him? Death? No. Loss of honor. The loss of status that everyone feared at one time. And respected. And he lost it. Lost their entire genus.
Outside the window night. Malfoy looked at Blaise. Sleeping like a child. Lucky for someone. Draco stood up and slowly dried the sheets with a spell. I didn 't want to sleep anymore. The Sluderin went to the shower. When he rose under a stream of ice water, he began to recover. The body was covered with creeps, and a clear mind began to return to the head.
After the battle, the entire Malfoyev family was taken into custody. After going through numerous hearings and interrogations, they were released. Lucius surrendered many of his associates who were hiding after the magical war. Besides, their family betrayed their lord before he lost. This fact allowed the family of aristocrats to remain at large. But this freedom was given at the cost of the fall of the "great" name Malfoyev.
The house was not taken away, even the property was not touched. Of course, most were unhappy with this decision. There were even attempts to prevent Draco from attending school. The parents of other pupils were greatly concerned about the fact that the former death eater would be in the same building as their children. Surprisingly, the new principal of the school was charged for him. Malfoy did not expect McGonagall to step in for him. The people Draco was taught to hate helped him, gave him a chance for a new life. He respected McGonagall, and was even grateful. But I didn 't stop calling the principal an old woman. You can 't lose credibility to fellow students. At least the title of the most caustic language of the school he could not lose. On the one hand, Draco was greatly depressed by everything that happened, and on the other, became even more angry. It was probably his protective reaction.
The Malfoyev family has become real rogue in society. Of course there were wizards who feared them. But most despised. No respect. And Draco was more lucky about it. At school, he was still Draco Malfoy. The guy all the Slucerins wanted to be friends with. And who was respected. To be honest, he didn 't expect it himself, although he didn 't give a look. Draco loved attention. He always thought he was chosen. You don 't even have to do anything, it 's enough to be born into the right family.
It 's been months, it 's been a little dead. Even dissatisfaction has already been heard less often. On that day, Narcissa woke up early. As it turned out, sleep is a privilege of a quiet life. Since that day, the woman has been replaced. Mrs. Malfoy, who always held confident, whose posture was straight as a needle, settled down. All the dresses that once emphasized Narcissa 's well-preserved figure now hung on it. In a few months, she was a few years old. The hay was persistently broken, though it was not very visible on the light hair. The cheekbones were so sharp that they could be cut if desired. But the main ones were the eyes. Completely extinct, without a hint of joy. Under them were painted dark circles, as if the woman had not slept for several days in a row.
About the same print remained on the head of the farm. It was a strong blow to self-love. Lucious even cut off his hair. Just one day he took the scissors and cut them off. No extra words.