Chapter 2

-Draco-

After the battle everything changed for Draco. His father went to Azkaban, his mother became distant and while Draco knew she loved him, she didn't show it. As for Draco himself, he was broken. Everything he had been led to believe had broken down before his eyes.

Gone was the confident, silver hair snake from slytherin, all that was left was an empty shell.

During the war it had felt like little bits of him were being chipped away, piece by piece, every time he witnessed another act done in lord voldemorts name.

The tattoo on his arm was a daily reminder of all the pain and suffering he had seen, even caused.

He and his mother hadn't been sentenced any time due to a testimony from each of the golden trio. He had barely been able to look them in the eye. He felt so ashamed, and yet he knew there was nothing he could do to show-really- just how sorry he was.

The distinctions between pure bloods; mudbloods; half bloods; blood traitors didn't mean a thing to him anymore. He just wanted to live out the rest of his life with his tail between his legs and his head above water.

He took a job as a curse breaker that meant he would be travelling around the world more often than staying at home.

The one person that had kept him going was Blaise. After the battle he and Draco had become close. Throughout Hogwarts Blaise had always said what was necessary for the other slytherins to believe he felt the same way about half bloods, mudbloods and blood traitors as them but after having over 7 different step-fathers of varying birth he didn't really care about any of it himself. Once Draco began to feel the same way he had seen a whole other side to Blaise. He became friendly and open, he could make Draco laugh on one of his bad days and he was taking a job as a curse breaker with him.