'Serve the sentence, Pay the price, Live with regrets'
Draco
The bars swung open, rust flaking off the hinges. "Times up Malfoy!". Said the prison guard that had barely left the cell for three months. A pale, swollow face Malfoy looked up from his feet to notice the cell door wide open. He pushed himself up off the gritty stone floor, his knees shaking violently, and suffled through the open door. If three months in Azkaban had affected him this way, then he coudn't imagine how it would be for his parents etarnal sentence. During his time behind the bars of the greatest wizarding prison, he would hear the wails and screams of the prisoners from down the long corridor. He would try to block out the noise by humming loudly to him self, but it never worked. He was glad he was getting out of there alive, the dementors presence drew life from everyone inside. The guard pushed him into the main office where he collected his wand and was ushered into the fireplace, ordered never to return for his parents. The green flames swallowed him down a tight tube of fire. When he landed, he heard the loud hustle an bustle of Diagon Alley.
He stepped out of the fire place onto the cobbled street. He tried to brush himself off but the filth was permanantly etched into his clothing. That would be the first thing on list of thing to buy. The stares he got from first years being quickly ushered away by there parents, did not lighten his mood as he walked. He cautiously made his way to the wizarding bank of Gringotts. The goblins scowled and glared, mumbling insults under their breath as he passed them by. When he made it to the main desk he asked the goblin if he could withdraw some money. Reluctantly, the goblin sent for another to help Draco to his safe.
For the rest of the day people glared and cursed at him. He didn't blame them. The first place he stopped was Madam Malkins to buy some new school robes. Three months to think and Draco had decided that he would return to Hogwarts and finish his final year properly. Madam Malkin was very unhappy to see him but as always she gave him what he needed. Draco's next stop was Quality quidditch supplies to buy himself a new broomstick. He doubted he woud be allowed to play quidditch again but never the less. He had visited flourish and blotts, The owl emporium and the couldron shoup all before he decided to go home to Malfoy Manor. He apparated as soon as he left the couldron shop.
He appeared right out the front of the large double door into the house, where on the steps he found the remains of a white peacock. He knew he would never feel at home here again but he had no where else to go. He pulled open the door with such force that paint fell from the entry hall ceiling. he stepped in to fin a fine layer of dust covering everything in sight. From the chandeliers to the carpet runners down the hall. Nothing had been touched since the were forced to fight in the war with the dark lord. Draco colapsed onto the floor, his knees giving way beneath him. He sobbed into his hands. Would things ever turn out right?
Hermione
After the war had ended hermionie ahd tracked down her bespelled parents and brought them home. They were a little annoyed that they had lost a whole year of their lives but understood their daughters intentions. It had been three months since the war had ended. During the year of the war, Hermionie had decided that she would return to Hogwarts and she would complete her studies the the fullest of her ability. It was what she wanted most, even if ron and harry had decided to do Auror training instead at the Ministry of Magic. She knew she wouldn't be the only eighth year there.
It was a Tuesday morning. The morning before the Hogwarts express left from platform 9 3/4. Hermionie was In diagon Alley making her way towards Flourish and blotts. Out the corner of her eye she saw a flash of green flames. She tuned to see a terrible looking Draco Malfoy stepping out of the alley fireplace. Her Anger rose. Why has he been let out of prison, he should be in there for life with his bloody parents! hermionie thought as she turned away from him and continued into the book shop.
This year she had decided to do as many classes as she could. Muggle studies was one of her favourite subjects as it made her laugh when the teachers tried to explain the use of a Lufa. She had decided against defence against the dark arts, she had had enough of the dark arts to last her the rest of her life. One subject she could not afford to miss was Advanced Charms class. She had always had a knack for it and it was rather exciting when she learned something new. Other classes she decided to take were , Potions, Transfiguration, Ancient runes, Arithmancy and flying would be an added bonus. As soon as she had bought all she needed she Disapparated from Diagon Alley with Malfoy's return pushed to the back of her mind.
At home she had her suitcase packed and her cat crookshanks II sitting in a tarnsport cage on top. Everything this year would turn out perfectly she knew it would.. well she deeply hoped it would. For many nights after the war had ended she had nightmares which she would wake to screaming. Her parents began to worry and sent for a doctor from St Mungo's to come and talk to her. After that she was able to sleep silently again. But the thoughts were never far from her mind. Seeing Malfoy On Tuesday must have triggered a deep emotion, for that night she did not sleep well.