Say what now?
AN: very first story I'm going to try and write! Bit of background is that I'm dyslexic, but I love to read and I thought I will not let it stop me from trying to write, so chapters will be in slowly, hope that's okay. Also I love to hear feedback and thoughts.
Story: set after the war during the trials when Voldemort dies. Draco Malfoy is held in Azkaban until his trail, and a shock visit starts having him question everything he ever knew.
Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling is the true genius behind the lifelong phenomenon.
Chapter 1.
He couldn't tell if it was day or night anymore. All he knew was the constant rain whipping through the tiny window of his cell, the rain was so cold it felt like it was cutting into his face. Yet he welcomed this small solace of pain.
Draco Malfoy enjoyed physically feeling that ice-cold rain, as it was the reminder to him that yes, he is still alive. For how long for he couldn't begin to answer.
The death of Voldemort brought about 2 things for the wizarding world: peace and chaos. People realised very quickly that it was finally safe to sit comfortably with loved one and not fear to breath. Chaos because the Ministry threw every known Death Eater into a cell with no questions asked, and slowly begun making their way through the list.
"fucking typical, I knew I should have just walked through those flames when I had the chance" he mumbled to himself.
"first sign of madness talking to yourself, Malfoy".
Fuck no, I really am losing it if I'm thinking of HIM
"whatever you say Weasel, but you're not real, granted I must be fucked up if I thinking a conversation with you". Draco moved away from the window back in to the darkest part of his cell, next to the door where his brain decided to think Ronald Wesley was talking to him.
"I dislike it just as much as you Ferret".
Arthur Wesley had little or no choice to make the arrest of the Malfoys. They were already a broken family by they time, with Lucius accepting his rate, they out up no fight going in. Draco had no idea of the state his parents were in, he didn't know if they were given The Kiss, or if they were released. But then again, who would let us go after what happened.
"Open Cell 1067!" Ron shouted. Within second the bright light almost burned Draco's eyes. Defiantly day time then. It took him a few minutes to finally a just to the light and was able to take real notice of his cell. Grey, small and cold. For a man who was 6ft, the cell was no bigger the 6"5, with the width big enough for a door to swing open. Oh how the mighty have fallen he quietly thought to himself.
"what do you want Weasel"
Ron, with a sour look on his face, that pretty much said, I'm not going to enjoy this next sentence, "You've been in here for exactly 75 days, and it's about time we had a chat about a few things, in particular, your release"
"I'm sorry, but what?" I've defiantly gone fucking crazy.
"you heard Malfoy, I'm going to discuss something with you, hold the trial but you will be released, on one very important condition"
"Oh really, and what if I say no" pursing his lips like a child.
"Oh come off if Malfoy, like you want to stay in here any longer, you might not been seen to for another 5 years!" Ron going redder and redder with Malfoys lack on sensibility.
"fine, tell me this condition"
It took Ron a few seconds to even consider saying the condition, and Draco noted a few expressions passing Weasels face, almost all at once: anger, confusion, resentment, sadness and finally... nausea?
"Marry Hermione"
AN: okay chapter 1 done! Tell me what you think :D