DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling
This is my first fanfic, I enjoy reading a lot of the stories posted on the website so I just thought I would give it a go.
Prologue
The normally quiet manor was filled with a deafening amount of noise. The last thing he saw was his dad's wide eyes and a white glowing panther shooting out of his wand. Then all went dark….
It had been years since the final battle. The ministry had pardoned him as he was too young to go to Azkaban. Lucius however, was thrown back into Azkaban. Two years later, Narcissa had suffered a nervous breakdown and now resides in St Mungo's Mental Illness Unit. After the dark arts had so mercilessly ripped his family apart Draco vowed never to be involved in it again.
He chose to use his skills in potions and DADA, and studied to become one of the best healers of the Wizarding World. It took several years to achieve his goal, but in the end it was worth it.
He remembered quite vividly in his very depressing 6th year at Hogwarts, Snape asking him what he wanted to be in the future. Up until that point in his life he had not really thought about it. There was a time he wanted to be a professional quidditch player, but that phase was quickly short lived. To him Snape's question seemed rather absurd. He knew what his mission was, he knew what he had to do and he especially knew the consequences if he failed. But it was his godfather that gave him hope that there was another way to life. He pointed out Draco's strong subjects and suggested a Healer. "Listen to me Draco. You are a clever boy. You don't have to do the Dark Lord's biddings. You can still get out of this. Death Eaters have no future." This last remark caused him to look up at his godfather. He could see the concern in his eyes, the sincerity.
Seven years after the war. Life was going well for Draco, he finally had the guts to propose to his long time girlfriend Astoria Greengrass and a year later they had welcomed a new member to the family. He had never been so happy in his entire life. He vowed to protect his family at all costs. Although the Malfoy name was now very notorious, and even though some patients refused to see Draco because of his dark past, he couldn't care less. His wife and son loved him no matter who he was and that is all that mattered.
Life carried on, and all that had happened to him as a boy was now a fading nightmare.
Thinking of making this a long story. We shall see...