Repentance

Once the word was out that Voldemort was well and truly dead celebrations sprang up all over the country. In a small seaside pub a group of witches and wizards gathered raising their glasses and drinking to toasts made with gusto.
"To Harry Potter"
"The Boy lives on"
"Hurrah for Hogwarts"

In a darkened corner of the bar sat a young man dressed all in black, he sipped at a butterbeer keeping to himself "Not in the mood for celebrating?" The witch behind the bar asked cheerfully,
"Not today"
"What better day to celebrate?"
"Unless he doesn't have anything to celebrate" A rough male voice interjected "Have I seen you somewhere before Boy?" Draco's lip curled.
"I don't believe so"

The older wizard narrowed his eyes "Lumos" His wand light set Draco's distinctive pale hair almost aglow, "I knew it, the Malfoy Boy" His free hand closed tightly around Draco's upper arm "Trying to avoid justice no doubt, just like your stinking father"
"I am nothing like my father, Stupefy!" The man fell back stunned. His companions surged forward making a grab for Draco, but he was already gone, running down the sleepy high street.

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