It was the happiest Draco had been in a long time. His mission was accomplished. The needle that carried his sweet release had just penetrated his vein and he was now settling down in the eerie calmness of his high. He had been living in the muggle world for five years. He found that the world had a dark sense of humor in that the only place he was safe was deep in the heart of the muggles he had despised for so long. At least, that was the impression he was under. However, the pair of dark eyes that watched his every move said otherwise.
As his mind was overtaken by the insane ride of drugs he fell back into his clouded memories. Scenes of his father being granted the powers of the Lord Voldemort flashed before his eyes. Lucious's dark smile always found a way to haunt him. In his dreams, everything was the same but his memory refused to give him the same naïve denial. The war was over and the Death Eaters had claimed victory. He had thought his father's position in this new world would be a most enticing opportunity for Draco to advance his own cause, but this was not so. His mind soon raced to scenes of the golden trio bound before the father and son pair. "Prove your alliance to me. Kill them." It should have been an easy task but something in his gut told him differently. Needless to say, his insubordination was his demise. His defiance had now landed him in a muggle back alley seeking the refuge of lowly muggle drugs. He knew as he lay on the street he was open to attacks of countless bounty hunters his father sent, however, he almost wished he would be found and disposed of. At least that way, Draco wouldn't be responsible for his own death.
Hours later, Draco came back to his harsh reality. It wouldn't be long before he needed another hit and he set out for a means in which to purchase the substance that numbed him enough to the point where he could stand living. In a sick and twisted way, his severe addiction was the only thing keeping him alive. As long as the needle was there waiting for him, he would always have a reason to go on.
He ventured out in the early twilight of morning. He had the distinct feeling that he was being followed, but between his father's constant attacks and the drug abuse, paranoia had become his shadow. However, this time was different. He knew there was something more to this gut feeling than the constant fear that followed him. He felt as though he was meant to stop and allow the thing following him to come and bring forth his destiny. He slowly turned around to see a dark figure standing in the shadow of the looming, rundown buildings. "I'm not exactly sure how many points should be taken away from Slytherin for your shooting up, however it doesn't really matter at this point as Hogwarts lies in ruins." Draco's mind was not so shriveled that he didn't recognize the distinctive voice of his former potions master and mentor, Severus Snape. "Young man, we have much to discuss."