Hello again, my dear readers. I'm living in Houston, and my area is flooded and windy from Hurricane Harvey right now. After I upload this there might be two weeks until the next chapter instead of one because I'm focusing on helping my friends and neighbors that are more affected by it than I am. Not to mention my asthma gets triggered by the weather and so I need time to recuperate. All that really needs to be said for this chapter is that it is now in Draco's POV. Also that this is a bit short.

It was a wonderful feeling, freedom. Nearly dying and then being confined to a hospital room for days was very unpleasant, to say the least. Although, things didn't seem quite right. Perhaps it was just a new found paranoia that came with being attacked, but he felt a strange sense of being watched. Everywhere he went, he felt as though he was not alone.

When his mind wasn't preoccupied with that, he thought back to the night of the attack, and the strange figure he swore he saw looming over him before his life flashed before his eyes. He shuddered at the memory of those piercing eyes and that sharped toothed smile. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Maybe some work would get his mind off of it. He had been working on a new potion; something very special, that he hoped he could pull off.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, he found himself isolated at first. However, after major repairs, school started again. He decided to go and finish his education and found that there was a newfound respect amongst all students regardless of house. There was even civility between and Potter's friends. After getting to reevaluate himself and his past, seeing his mistakes, he apologized to them. Of course, it wasn't taken very well at first but Luna, seeing the good in everyone, gave him a chance. He found he actually got along with her quite well. That led to a bit of a friendlier situation with Neville, and then Hermione and he was sorta frenemies(?) with Ron. It was a delicate relationship with all of them, but it was getting better.

He knew he could never excuse or make up for his past actions, but he could try and make sure the future was better. He felt guilt for everything he was associated with and decided to do something about it. With some help from Hermione, he had started to make potions to help those affected by the war. George helped, putting these potions in candies to sell at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

However, there were more who needed help. He knew about Neville's parents (and his aunt's involvement in that) and sought to help them and others like them. And do he worked and worked and worked. He felt he was getting very close to figuring out the right formula. And do he set himself to work more, hoping it would also help take that figure out of his mind.

A few hours later Draco woke up, having fallen asleep on his desk, to the same feeling of being watched. He stood and turned to leave his office only to encounter those same piercing eyes he feared.