His 20th birthday was short behind him, along witht the two years since his graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No longer was he the arrogant boy who attended this school, the snobbish boy who knew no guilt or remorse, only pride and pureblood fervor. No, this boy was gone forever, replaced by a man who had seen too much in two years. A man whose dreams haunted his nights and his foolish decisions shaped who he now was. He was dressed as his pureblood status stated he should, but there was something in his walk his black velvet cloak couldn't hide. Today, he came back for one thing; absolution.
The past two years cast a hazy fog over the wizarding world. Terror had run rampant as Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters grew. As days passed, family and friends turned against each other, not knowing who to trust in these dark days. And those on the side of the Light hoped Harry Potter, the boy who lived, would soon defeat He Who Must Not Be Named. More and more were killed as the days went on.
Draco reached the castle without any trouble and when he stepped through the doors, his past came rushing ack to him. His memories flooded his senses so much he missed a pretty young woman staring thoughtfully at him, chewing on her lower lip.
"Mr. Malfoy, can I help you with anything?" she cautiously asked.
He was ripped from his reverie by her words. He looked up and heard a gasp come from the womans lips. In seven years of school together, she had never seen Draco Malfoy with such pain and emptiness in his eyes. There had never been a slump in his shoulder and she'd never seen him without his trademark smirk. And then, there was a nasty jagged scar running down his cheek. Draco studied the woman, trying to remember. She was young, around his age, but he couldn't place her. She was short, around 5'5", but with curves any woman would die for. Her amber eyes studied him and her chestnut hair was tied up in a bun. Remembering what he came here for he said, "I need to speak with Professor Dumbledore, Professor..."
"Granger," she quickly replied, "I'll take you to him."
AN: This is my first fanfiction, so I would love any feedback, ideas, or help.