The next morning, Draco set off on his quest. He left the Three Broomsticks and apparated. When he was on solid ground, he recognized immediately where he was. "Berkshire…Pansy." This was the town right over from where Malfoy Manor was located. Pansy and Draco would always meet at the bridge that connected the two towns. This time though, for completely different reasons.

He walked narrow dirt path, passing quite a few houses along the way. Finally he spotted it. The Parkinson house wasn't hard to see. It was very big (not as big as Draco's manor though) it had large marble steps and dark stained wood for the outside. He took a deep breath, walked up on to the large porch, and knocked on the enormous door. Moments passed and Draco began to get nervous, then she opened the door.

"Pansy…hi there." She stood looking very stunned. Neither of them had seen each other since the battle.

"Malfoy. What…what are you doing here?" she said quite plainly.

"Could I have a word? In private." He asked, motioning her over to the porch swing; she agreed.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence, and then Draco began talking. He told her the whole story. Every day since the war; about his dark mark, his home, his guilt, everything. Pansy didn't even know what to say.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I forced you to be on my side. I did horrible things and I realize that now. I hope you forgive me, and I was also wondering if you'd want to accompany me the rest of the way. You know, to apologize, clear our name and all that."

She stood up quickly after he finished and looked a little insulted. "How dare you! What's wrong with you Draco? Have you gone mad? Just because the dark lord was defeated doesn't mean I regret what I did or what I stand for. I can't believe you would be that weak, turn into one of…them. Until you clear your head don't mind ever speaking to me again. You're as good as a mudblood or blood traitor me in your 'current state'. Goodbye Malfoy."

She slammed the door in his face. Holding his forehead in disappointment, he thought to himself that he deserved that. He couldn't expect the people he had been friends with for so long to up and accept this new Draco. He hadn't fully accepted it himself yet. Nevertheless, he continued on. Goyle was next. Much to Draco's displeasure, this had close to the same outcome. Goyle wasn't as 'friendly' as Pansy had been. He spit in Draco's face and almost knocked his block off. He had managed to leave with only a bloody lip. The next destination was the one he loathed the most, Azkaban. He had to go see his father. They hadn't ever had the best of relationships, but Draco didn't know what else to do.

The dark cobblestone walkway seemed to go on an eternity. He had to make his way through so many guards and security to just reach the inside. Dementors were all around him. The chill in the air was almost sickly frightening. Staring at the ground, Draco walked up to the front desk and cleared his throat.

"Ahem…visitation permission please." He said in a low shaky voice. The guard looked down at him.

"Name?"

"Malfoy, Lucius."

"Indeed. The guards will escort you. Ten minutes only." The man at the front desk motioned Draco to follow two guards down a dark hallway. After a long walk he saw it. His father's cell. The small frail man inside was almost unrecognizable.

"Father."

"Draco…son. What…what brings you to me? You shouldn't be in this place."

"I…I came here to apologize, and also to say that I forgive you."

"What are you saying?"

"I've been doing a lot of thinking out on my own, and I realized how…how awful we were doing the dark lord's reign. I've come to tell you that I'm no longer like that and I'm in the process of forgiving myself. Blood status really means nothing. And I forgive you too father, if you'd like, we could work on this together. You know, become better people."

Lucius looked up, eyes widening by the second and his teeth clenched so tight that Draco took a few steps back.

"What in merlin's name did you just say to me? Better people? What rubbish is this!? You think we were wrong Draco!? How dare you. And to say I'm not a good person, really, I was one of the most respected men in the wizarding world until the fall. We were the dark lord's right hand men until you! You were the coward! If you had only stood with us. And how dare you sneer blood status. You call yourself a Malfoy, my son? No more. YOU'RE DEAD TO ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT!"

Draco ran out as quickly as he could, small warm tears beginning to form on his cheeks. He apparated out of there as fast as he could, ran up to his room, and slammed the door. It was nearing sunset now, and Draco collapsed on his bead, head spinning faster than he could keep up. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He lost two of his closest school friends, and he would probably never see his father again. The idea of changing his ways began to seem stupid and impossible. How could he ever be forgiven? He had been a death eater, and in some people's eyes, he always would be.

After an hour of sitting up in his room, he decided to go to another location. He closed his eyes and apparated once again.