None of these characters or anything in the HP universe belong to me, they are all the property of the queen Jk Rowling. I'm simply borrowing them.

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Draco set his briefcase down on the chair by the door and removed his robes. He would never have thought he would say this, but it felt good to be home. Malfoy Manor almost seemed welcoming after five years of being gone.

After the war, with Voldemort defeated and his father serving a life term in Azkaban, Draco finally felt at ease. He had accompanied his mother to America, she had wanted to leave the wizarding world and all the bad memories it held behind. Although it was nice, in the begining, to escape from the shame and embarrassment of the things he'd done, Draco knew it was time to come home and start working towards building a new life for himself, so that is what he did.

Standing in the entryway Draco heard a small pop to the right of him "oh master Draco, you have returned. Jinky is happy to see Master Draco again. Would master like something to eat?" the small house elf asked.

"No thank you Jinky, I'm feeling rather tired, I think I'm going to lie down for a bit." Draco said and headed through the hallway to the staircase towards his room. Opening the door, Draco took a deep breath as the memories flooded back to him...

Kneeling at the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sobbing. What have I done!? He asked himself. * Thinking back on the previous hours, the death eaters rushing up the stairs of the astronomy tower, his Aunt Bellas horrible cackling. The next thing he remembers is his godfather Severus, with wand drawn "AVADA KEDAVRA" bright green light shooting from the tip, Professor Dumbledor falling back off the edge of the tower...* jumping up from the bed, Draco runs to the adjoining bathroom, he retches and retches until there isn't anything left. Someone hands him a face towel to wipe his mouth, looking up from the floor, his mother is looking back at him, he didnt hear her enter his room and wondered how long she had been watching him. "Draco, my son, it's over." Narcissa says, as she strokes the hair from his sweaty forehead. "The Potter boy has defeated the Dark Lord, we are free." whispering, tears of happiness shining in her eyes. Two days later they left for America.

A cool breeze brings Draco back to the present, shivering, he walks over to the french doors that lead to the balcony outside his room. Jinky must have opened them to air out the room before his arrival. Closing the doors, he stepped back into the room and began undressing, catching a glimpse of himself in the floor length mirror. Draco hasn't allowed himself to linger on his own reflection for more than a moment in years, fearful of what he might see, or better yet, feel. If he was planning on starting over, he might as well start now he thought.

Looking himself over, head to toe, Draco decided not much had changes in the last five years. He was tall, probably standing around 6'2 now that he had stopped growing. He still maintained his athletic frame he acquired from all his years of quidditch. Several long slashing scars ran across his torso, thanks to scarhead and their bathroom duel sixth year. His hair was perhaps a shade darker than it had been in his school days, and in no longer wore it gelled, preferring to let it fall around his face now adays. Silver eyes staring back at him. He feared it would be his father he would see in those grey orbs, he wasn't his father and he promised himself he would never make the same mistakes Lucius made. He may resemble the elder malfoy on the outside, but not in his heart, not anymore.

Draco walked away from the mirror, removing his trousers on the way to the bed. Throwing back the comforter, he crawled in and with a quick "Nox" the room went dark. He lay there watching the moonlight filter through the drapes, shadows dancing on the walls. "Tomorrows another day." He said to himself. He had every intention of getting up at first light, casting some cleansing charms on the manor and ridding it of anything that was left behind of his fathers, that should be a start. Maybe he would call Blaise, go for a drink with his old housemate. He had kept in touch with Blaise via owl while in America, but he hadn't had in person contact with anyone from his past, outside of his mother since leaving. He had to admit, there were some things to look forward to after all, maybe he would even see Parkinson around sometime soon, get a quick shag in like the old days. A smirk lifted the corner of Draco's mouth at that thought and then he was asleep.

He awoke to small hands on his shoulder, lightly shaking him from his sleep. "Master Draco, Jinky thought she should wake you. Jinky doesn't remember master ever sleeping so late." stretching with a loud groan, Draco rolled over to face the small elf. "So late? What time is it Jinky?" he asked "It is one o'clock in the afternoon, would master like something to eat now?" Jinky asked as she walked to the balcony doors. Pulling back the drapes, bright afternoon sunlight filtered in.

"Yes Jinky just some black coffee and scones will be fine for now." The little elf looked more than pleased to finally be able to be of service to her master and with a pop she was off to the kitchen.

Draco headed to the bathroom and quickly ran through his morning routine. Throwing on a pair of black slacks and a plain black button up he headed downstairs for his breakfast. Jinky had already brought his food and coffee to the sitting room, along with a copy of the daily prophet. Just as he sat down to eat, he heard a pecking at the bay window behind him. "Eros." Draco said smiling as he ruffled the owls feathers, the owl dropped a envelope into Dracos hand and flew off.

The front of the envelope simply said Mr. D. Malfoy in thick black script, flipping it over Draco noticed the large red wax seal, bearing the Hogwarts crest. Hogwarts? he thought to himself. Why on earth would he be receiving a letter from Hogwarts, and how did anyone even know he had taken up residence at Malfoy Manor again? Eager to see what the letter contained, he tore opened the envelope and began to read.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

It has come to our attention that you have returned to Europe after your extended stay overseas. We would like to welcome you back and invite you to a formal dinner at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are important matters that we wish to discuss with you, should you choose to accept this invitation. The dinner shall take place on Friday, August 20th, before the new school term starts. Please send your reply via owl no later than the 18th.

Best Wishes,

Headmistress M. McGonagall

He folded the envelope and sat there with a mixture of suprise and confusion on his face . Why could they possibly want him to attended a dinner at Hogwarts? More importantly, what could these "important matters" possibly be that they wished to discuss. Well, Draco knew one thing, he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to find out. Grabbing a scrap of parchment and a quill off the desk, he quickly wrote his reply.

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Well everyone, that was chapter one. I apologize that there wasn't really any action or excitement but I wanted to give the readers some sort of background on Draco since the war and also a little glimpse of his personality. There will be more to look forward to in next chapter as the story moves along. Feel free to review, and I will try to update often, thanks