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Draco Malfoy looked into his reflection. His platinum blonde hair remained as blonde as ever, but his figure was a little slimmer than usual. Draco's appetite had shrunk as his mother's did too. Too many worries about his father, locked in a cell at Azkaban, had shrouded his will to eat, his will to sleep and his will to do just about anything. Draco would wonder whether he was ever truly evil, whether he was ever truly on the Dark Lord's side. Was his support out of fear? Were his parents' support for the Dark Lord done out of fear, also? These questions constantly whirled around inside Draco's head.
His reflection in the mirror consisted of three people, himself and both his parents. Everyone, in the reflection, was smiling, beaming. They looked healthy and content. Both the arms of Draco's parents were wrapped around his shoulders in a loving gesture. What Draco desired most was to be happy and for his parents to be happy, also. In his refection was his father's Death Eater mask. It was lying at the bottom of his reflection, shattered into indistinguishable shards. Draco also desired for his father to have never been a Death Eater. Draco wished that he and his family could have just been a regular pure-blood wizarding family.
Also in his reflection was a woman, her hand tightly holding on to Draco's. He could feel the warmth from the woman's hand which was wrapped around his own. The woman had blue eyes and brown hair, her features weren't significant. It wasn't a woman of particular beauty it was just a woman who represented Draco's desire to be loved by his soul mate. Slowly, the woman laid her head on Draco's shoulder in the reflection and Draco could feel the warmth of her cheek resting on his stiff shoulder.
Draco found himself staring at his reflection for a little too long. He held back the tears that threatened to trickle down his cheeks. His body was filled with regret from the tip of his head to the tip of toes. Regret of the bad decisions he had made in the past that were, now, irreversible. Draco couldn't hold it anymore, the tears rushed down his cheeks. He slowly lowered himself onto the floor and clutched his knees into his chest. Draco felt so vulnerable, so fragile and delicate. He had been stripped of his arrogance and instead, now, he felt weak.
Draco willed himself to stop crying but it was impossible to stop the tears that he had kept in for too long. He felt that nothing good was ever going to occur in his life any more. It was his punishment for all the terrible things he had done in the past and Draco could barely live with himself.
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