Was it a Lie?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It's over, no more stupid war. Draco thought as his mother held him close and his father holding them both. "Can I walk around," he heard himself ask softly, so soft they could barely hear him. His parents simply nodded, releasing him from their clutches; right before he exited the Great Hall he saw his parents clinging to each other as if they had been apart for years.
The grand staircase was missing huge marble chunks and glass was scattered all over the floor from the shattered windows, though the battle had been won, it seemed that after was when the true fight started. Draco could see family's crying over dead parents and siblings, friends holding each other tight as they saw other friends spread around them.
Everyone seemed to have a battle raging inside of them. The sorrow, pain, anger, confusion, and happiness could be seen in everyone's faces as he passed. Finally he reached the main doors and he could clear his head with some fresh air. Walking outside, he didn't receive the rush of clean air flowing to his brain, but of stale air filled with the smell of blood and burnt things.
Draco slid to the ground as he saw more bodies and grieving families. He could feel a hot moister running down his face, he knew he was crying and that everyone could see, but at this moment none of it mattered. Sitting there Draco thought about what his father had said to him…
"Draco, I love you," Lucius quickly embraced his son, pulling back he whispered, "I would like the Malfoy name to be restored and to do that we will have to make everyone believe we have changed and that I was forced to fight for Voldemort. Now I know this is a sickening thought, but we need to lower ourselves to befriending muggleborns and half-breeds."
He couldn't believe that his father said I love you, then went straight back to business. Even though the war was over and mother never liked the pureblood bigotry he still was acting the same. Draco saw several muggleborns, half-bloods, blood traitors, and half-breeds fight in the war; when they got hit their blood looked no different than his and when purebloods where running this way and that, they stood their ground, fighting for what they believed in. All he could see was a bunch of magical beings fighting, not that he liked them or anything, it's, just, could his father have been wrong?
He was so confused, mother never liked the stuff, father pounded it into him; metaphorically and physically. Now, everything his father told him about how their blood was impure, how they had no strength or brains and they were unfit to be witches and wizards, it didn't seem to be true.
After sitting there for a couple of hours, tears sliding down his face, Draco stood up and walked away. As Draco reached Hogsmead, he disapparated to the Malfoy Mansion; after packing a couple of suite cases and leaving a note for his parents, Draco took one last look at the manor and then left the place he called "Home" for the muggle world.
First, Gringotts; he emptied his personal vault and exchanged half of it into muggle money. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out into muggle London to search for the truth about muggles and to find who he was in the process. Was he really a pureblood bigot or was he just trying to please his father?
Authors Note: I'm sorry I took forever to get the chapter up. Also, if you could go vote for who Draco should be paired up with and review.