My first real fanfiction...and I'm preeeetty nervous since english is not my normal language so if there are any mistakes, also with names from the harry potter books/movies, let me know or ignore it.
The characters might be out of character but I wanted to have a Draco who changed after the war and expecially Azkaban. And Charlie...well, nobody really knows how he is so it is hard to say what he would do or say. I imagine him being flirty, always acting before thinking. And he is someone who will give everyone a second chance and he will not judge someone. So please let me know if you like it!
The wind was cold, rain was pouring down merciless but he could not be happier. It was his first day in freedom. After the war, the Malfoy name was worth nothing. Sure, Potter and even Granger spoke at the Wizengamont for him and his parents but the judgement was still harsh. All their belongings were donated for the victims of the war. The manor got seized and they had just enough to afford a small flat since his mother received one year house arrest under strict guard. His father had not that much luck. Five years in Azkaban. The last time that Draco saw his parents were at his trial. He missed both of them. He wanted to apologize for everything he had done wrong, to be back in his mothers arms just to feel safe. But he could not. Not until now. He had to spend six months in Azkaban and after these six months, the Malfoy heir had to get a job. Otherwise, he would spend the other half year also in Azkaban. Sure, the dementors were gone but Azkaban was full with Death Eaters and Draco was a traitor. Everyone in the prison wanted to see him dead. Or maybe as a toy to play with and have fun.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the thoughts. The boy enjoyed his first time in freedom again, enjoying the rain. Even the fact that he had no wand anymore and that he was not allowed to own one did not matter at the moment. Without glancing back he apparated to his new home.
"Welcome home, Draco.."
His mother stood in the small living room, waiting for his son. She had counted the days, waiting for her son to come home. Narcissa did not even care that Draco made the whole floor dirty when he ran towards her and hugged his mother tightly. All the time, he had missed her. She was the only reason why he did not finish his life. And the fact that he was a coward.
"I missed you, Mum...and..I'm so sorry for what I did or for..what I did not do. I was a coward, I was-"
"Shht...I do not want to hear such things. When someone needs to say sorry, it is me. I am your mother, I had to protect you and I failed... But we can make it better now. We will make it better this time. You will take a nice warm bath now and when you come back, a cup of hot chocolate and cake are waiting for you...okay?"
He nodded but stayed like this for a few more seconds. He never wanted to let go of his mother ever again.