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Who: Draco and Narcissa.
Where: Malfoy Manor.
When: Two weeks after he disappeared.
What: Dracokins is coming home.
The gigantic iron gate that loomed before Draco, blacker even than the night sky beyond it, filled the prince of Slytherin with an almost uncontrollable feeling of relief. He was home at last. Every night while he tried to sleep in that old house Snape had taken him to, he'd forced images from his childhood into his mind - the gardens, the birthdays, his mother's smile and touch. It was the closest he had come to dreaming.
Other than that his time at the Dark Lord's hideout had been one long nightmare. Draco had heard things, seen things, that he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. Not that that life would last much longer. Voldemort had given him more than a mark on his arm. He'd given him a mission. A mission that Draco knew he had to accomplish, knew he could accomplish, but probably at the cost of what he had once thought was most precious to him. But he had realised something during these last two weeks. It wasn't his own life that he cared for. It was Pansy's. And his mother's.
The Knight Bus growled, its doors closing with a hiss, and disappeared behind him. Draco stepped forward and the gates swung open slowly upon noticing who he was. Though his every limb was tired he made haste down the lane to the great doors of Malfoy Manor. Home, he told himself as he walked up the granite steps. Whatever else I have become, at least I am home.
(OOC: Why? Because I've gone too long without playing this guy.)
Where: Malfoy Manor.
When: Two weeks after he disappeared.
What: Dracokins is coming home.
The gigantic iron gate that loomed before Draco, blacker even than the night sky beyond it, filled the prince of Slytherin with an almost uncontrollable feeling of relief. He was home at last. Every night while he tried to sleep in that old house Snape had taken him to, he'd forced images from his childhood into his mind - the gardens, the birthdays, his mother's smile and touch. It was the closest he had come to dreaming.
Other than that his time at the Dark Lord's hideout had been one long nightmare. Draco had heard things, seen things, that he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. Not that that life would last much longer. Voldemort had given him more than a mark on his arm. He'd given him a mission. A mission that Draco knew he had to accomplish, knew he could accomplish, but probably at the cost of what he had once thought was most precious to him. But he had realised something during these last two weeks. It wasn't his own life that he cared for. It was Pansy's. And his mother's.
The Knight Bus growled, its doors closing with a hiss, and disappeared behind him. Draco stepped forward and the gates swung open slowly upon noticing who he was. Though his every limb was tired he made haste down the lane to the great doors of Malfoy Manor. Home, he told himself as he walked up the granite steps. Whatever else I have become, at least I am home.
(OOC: Why? Because I've gone too long without playing this guy.)