«Alchemy: any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value.»
It has been years since the Second Wizarding War took place. Both Muggle and Wizarding world-alike seem to have somewhat recovered from the events.
Draco Malfoy considers himself a very successful man, albeit everything. After the recurring nightmares disappeared, he managed to find himself a beautiful wife—pertaining to The Sacred Twenty-Eight, no less—have his first child. Astoria and Scorpius have given him a certain sense of family he hadn't known as deeply before.
However, as successful as he may be, Draco can't help but feel something, or, rather, someone, is missing.
He can barely remember her name; it's been so long. As he walks down the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, knowing that she is gone, he can't help but reminisce—quite vividly—about her and their adventurous days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
His first love . . . His Charming Raven.