Creator's Notes: This is my newest one guys. As always, I own nothing that belongs to JK Rowling. That goes for any and all stories I write.
A dark shadow stood outside of the gates of the once illustrious Malfoy Manor. With a backpack over one shoulder the figure had stopped to stare. The magical gates which had stood protecting the Manor for decades had been ripped apart and now lay to waste. Long limbs of ivy had overcome the forsaken metal and were oddly symbolic of the death that lay before the shadow. A cloud of loneliness had overcome the old home and now that an occupant was standing at its doors it had no way to greet him.
The shadow, with his own cloud of loneliness walked slowly past the broken down gates as he had so many times before. But this was different. Rather than walking towards a home full of beauty and life he was walking to a home that was dark and had been forgotten. Did his pace pick up? Was he running? Running home as a child would do when there are monsters chasing at their heels and they are scared of the dark. The front doors had been torn off of the once majestic gates and he stopped running. There was no home for him here, he was running – chasing – memories of a home that was but is no more.
The occupants that once belonged now seemed so displaced but here he was, expecting to be greeted home when there was no one to welcome him. No one but the empty home that he once found enchanting and alive was now dead and forsaken. What is home without life, merely an empty mansion that had turned to rubble?
The halls had seen better days as had the shadow that was now walking through them. He ran his hand over the walls in a familiar gesture that the home recognized. A spark of familiarity, a spark of life. It had been a long time since the Malfoy Manor had seen a friendly face. The shadow walked calmly through the halls that were once his home. Had they ever really been home? Perhaps Draco had never known what a home felt like.
So there the boy – who was now a man – stood. In the entryway to the drawing room that his mother once occupied with harsh laughter and his father used in his spare time to practice fencing with the rather skilled Professor Snape who frequented from time to time. The room was empty of the grand furniture that once occupied it, the large chandelier that had once swung proudly now lay marking the exact middle of the room where a large oriental rug once sat.
The backpack was left in the entryway to the room as Draco searched for the large grand piano he had played diligently as a child under his family's watchful eye. The fireplace that was merely decoration at one point now lay somber and dusty. When Draco Malfoy would sit beside it as a child the flames would enchant him as his parental figures chatted with one another. A small meekly house elf would walk between the Malfoys waiting for instructions.
The Malfoys had once been a breed above the rest, now as Draco stood in the large empty room he felt as meek as that house elf – whose name escaped him – who once served them all. The room was cold although it was nearly summer outside of its walls and the one illustrious Draco Malfoy felt the unfamiliar pangs of loneliness.
Creator's Notes: That's the intro guys. Let me know what you think as always!