Lucius Malfoy was laying near the corner of his cell where Draco Malfoy could only see his bare feet from the moonlight shining through the small bar window, lying limp on the cold and grey marble floor. It was dark and cold in the cell, despite it being summer.
"Are you going to let me see you?" said Draco.
His father said nothing. The air had a strange feeling of dirtiness between them.
Draco sighed. "Just come out," he said, "I want to know you're okay,"
It took his father ten seconds before he stood up and stepped into the moonlight. Lucius white hair was bright against the light, but it was scattered everywhere because it had been months since he last combed his hair, his eyes were dark and tired. His cheek was sunken into his skull as if he didn't eat anything for days.
"Do you," said Lucius softly, his voice sounded dry and parched, "do you really think I'm okay?"Draco knew he wasn't okay.
Lucius's hands tightened into a fist, shaking uncontrollably like he was given the Crucio Curse. "I'm in Azkaban, for merlin's sake!" His cry had a mix of anger and wanting.
Draco coolly stared at his father, trying to show no emotions upon his face. He wasn't going to show his dad that he was not a weak boy like before.
Lucius leapt forward and shook the cell's bar as hard as he could. The metal bar didn't move slightly. "I have a life sentence, boy!" he spat out. "And you're here to ask me if I'm okay?" His yelling echoed loudly in the cell. "Do you want me to be okay? DO YOU?!"
Draco didn't flinch an eye, but he turned around. He couldn't see his father like this. Even though he disliked his father very much, he couldn't see him like this.
"Are you ignoring me?" yelled his father. "You can't ignore me like that!"
"I visited mother," said Draco, ignoring him, "and she's doing fine."
"What does your mother have to do with this?" roared Lucius. Draco turned only merely back at him without empathy in his eyes.
"Everything," he said simply and turned away from him. "Good-bye father," he said and turned to leave. His father yells after him from behind sounded like yelling from under the water now. He doesn't want to listen to whatever his father had to say. He doesn't care about him anymore. It was his father's fault for doing this, for ruining his life.
He came out of Azkaban and apparated to the woods. Now that his father's mansion was taken away, Draco had nowhere to stay now. He went into his tent and collapsed on a nearby worn-out couch. If his mother was here, she would tell him to sit up straight. But she wasn't here, and Draco was still not getting used to her absence.
After Harry defeated Voldemort three months ago, Draco's parents were taken to Azkaban immediately, but they didn't take Draco with them because he wasn't an adult yet. They gave him one more chance, and Draco never felt so thankful for that. He couldn't imagine living in Azkaban for the rest of his life like his parents.
But even though he was free, he felt as if he should end up in Azkaban. Whenever someone sees him, they would back away and run away frightened, or give him the cold glances, just because he used to be a Death Eater. Draco personally doesn't blame them. If he was just a normal wizard who lives with a normal wizardry family, he would fear himself too. . .
Draco wanted to return to Hogwarts. He even sent them a letter if he can start over his year, but wasn't expecting to get a letter from Hogwarts anytime soon. They have perhaps already expelled him from ever going back there again. His life was ruined because of his parents.
Draco climbed off the sofa and walked outside of the tent. He needed some fresh air; he felt dizzy already by thinking too much about this.
He walked through the woods until he had to stop because of a dead-end of a mountain. He can see a beautiful view from where he was standing. There was a small town a couple of miles away.
Filthy muggles.
Draco stood on a large rock, feeling the warm breeze against his face hot face. He wasn't sure if he wanted to live anymore now that he was standing there. He took another step. The tip of his shoes was standing on nothing. If he just takes one more step, he would fall and plunge into his death. That doesn't sound as bad as living like this his whole life living in the woods like an outcast.
But he was an outcast, and he couldn't take this anymore.
And the view was breathtaking.
Before he took his one and the last step, he noticed a dark dot from the sky flying not too far away. Draco stopped himself and blocked the bright sun with his hands and squinted at the dot.
He watched as an owl flying towards him and has something its beak that looked like paper. . .