A/N: Draco dreamed for a brighter future and he got it eventually. RxR. FxF.

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It's been six years since the end of the war, six years since that tyrant was slain by Saint bloody Potter. I shouldn't call him that. He's actually a good person, but old habits die hard.

There were so many books written from that time and I'm sure my name is plastered throughout all them. Most of them call me a monster really, the youngest death eater who was told to kill the lightest wizard of the time. Only few think it was brave of me to choose not to. I don't. I still feel like a coward, but it's nice to know that all that is behind me. It's nice to know that I have learnt from my mistakes.

I dreamed for so long that I could past my sins. I prayed and repented for years, hoping someone out there would hear me and I would be forgiven. I sang hymns and odes, praising their names and appeasing to them to shine down on me and save me from myself. And it worked. My dreams came true.

I am a changed man now, though things have become monotonous. I wake up every morning and it's the same routine: take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, work, come home, dinner and bed. Life is flashing by and I don't even realize it.

There are days like today where I actually take time to look at myself in the mirror. Although I'm getting older, I can actually see lines getting clearer. All those stress lines from my past are disappearing. All the things I've done are fading away.

I don't if anyone else has seen it, but that doesn't matter. I notice it and I am happy. I had lost so much before and it's nice to know that I'm finally winning. I can finally have hope for a better life, even if it is somewhat monotonous. It's the life of someone who is comfortable and content, someone who likes where they are and who they are.

Though there were nay-sayers who wanted to bring me down, I know there are some that were happy for me, those who hoped and sang and dreamed and laughed with me as I got better, those who helped me see the brighter side of life and to accept myself for who I was. They believed in me and they loved me all the same. Like Potter and Weasley and Potterette, who though they aren't my 'best' friends, eventually believed that I could be better, that I was redeemable.

I have made peace with myself now and if I should leave this world tomorrow, I will know that I have done something right.

"Breakfast!" my wife calls from the kitchen.

I smile and exit the bathroom, tying my tie while walking. She stands there at the kitchen counter plating the eggs and pouring the orange juice simultaneously. Her brown hair which I love so much surrounds her head like a halo. She is my guardian angel.

I come behind, wrapping my arms around her and resting him hands on her enlarged stomach. She leans back and gives me a quick kiss before taking the jug of orange juice from her. She smiles at me, she who believed me above all and before anyone else. She vouched for me when no one would. She convinced others that I was good on the inside. I love her and the child she carries for the both of us.