They're dead.
The words still echoed in his head, making him feel empty and numb walking through the corridors of Hogwarts.
A few minutes ago, he was staring at the portraits of the former headmasters of Hogwarts in Dumbledore's office. They didn't do nor say anything, just stared back at him and Dumbledore with interest. The news the old man had bought him hit him hard in the chest like someone actually punched him.
Draco Malfoy's parents were both killed by Lord Voldemort three nights ago, the night he was resurrected. When he was, Lucius Malfoy was one of the Death Eaters that came to his side to see him finish off Harry Potter at the graveyard. That failed because Harry managed to escape, and in anger, Voldemort killed Lucius for failing the task to give him the chance to kill Harry two years ago in the Chamber of Secrets and disloyalty. After killing Lucius, Voldemort ordered three of the Death Eaters to kill Narcissa who currently where in the Malfoy Mansion, because she knew too much. He had ordered to kill Draco too, but the Death Eaters that went after him couldn't kill him, because when they found him, he was already safe inside the castles of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore had explained everything very carefully for him, leaving out no details, thinking that it would be much more fair to tell him the truth now than making him wait and possibly hear it from others.
Draco took his time to get back to Slytherin commonroom, feeling numb and desoriented. It was now 7 p.m., and the other students had already begun packing for tomorrow, which was when the Hogwarts Express would take them all back to London to finish this school year.
What will I do now? he asked, choking on his tears.
Don't worry Draco, I've promised you I've taken care of the matter. When you get off the train tomorrow, someone will come and pick you up, then get you to the Malfoy Manor for you to get the things you need. They will then get you to your final destination. I promise you, you'll be safe from harm.
He had to sit down, leaning on one of the stone walls. He was shaking, and his vision had gotten blurry because of the burning tears, tasting like salt. He wanted to escape, turn into the stone floors he was walking on, and just crawl into darkness, sleep and never come out again.
He looked up with crouched back, breathing heavily, blonde hair falling into his eyes, and noticed he had moved in the wrong direction, away from the commonroom. It was probably an unconscious act, beacuse he did not want to meet his friends right now, they shouldn't have to know. But they were going to leave tomorrow, he still had to pack.
Soon the students had to get back to their respective houses. He couldn't think straight, the only thing he wanted was to run away from everything in this world. He turned around and ran to the girl's bathroom, which was close from here. He knew noone ever came there, except for Moaning Myrtle.
His movements went automatically, mind concentrating on one destination, and in some minutes he found himself standing in front of the door to the bathroom. He entered, closed the door and sat down against the wall. He had never felt this alone before. Tears were running down his red and swollen face, and he closed his eyes and weeped.
They're dead.