Draco's world is on fire. Everything he knows and love is burning. There is only one person he can blame. Himself. He is the one who set the torch to his own existence and watched the smoke rise assuming he could handle it. But as they grew the fire began to sour it all, turning the bread in his mouth to ash, the water he drank to acid. He wanted to run as it destroyed everything but there was no escape for Draco. And here he remains and he clings to the blackened debris, the only reminder of his self-destruction.