AN: heh sorry for the confusion but when I meant sequel I meant like what happened from someone else's point of view but thank you for giving me the idea to bring back Hermione and I will but in a different story; again sorry for the confusion.
It has been four days after the puzzling dream, but even though it has been four days, Draco can still recall every single detail.
It felt so real, thought Draco as he made his way through the maze of corridors to his father's study. Where his mother awaited him.
It has been one year since the defeat of Voldermort and the death of Draco's father. Over the last year, families tried to reform while others mourned their lost loved ones and people like Draco, tried to change from the ways they have been taught to the ways they were never allowed to even try.
"Mother, you called for me?" asked Draco as he pushed the door open of his late father's study. Ever since his father passed on, his mother was like a different person. She turned the mansion from drab and dreary to warm and cheery. So the study Draco was once too frightened to enter was now a very warm and inviting lounge area for Narissa and the friends (both muggle and magical) she brought over.
"Ah, my sweet little dragon," cooed Narissa, "I understand that this pass year has been really tough for you to try to get pass those 'teachings' that your father had drilled into your head, but I want you to try your best to get over that and befriend at least one muggle-born wizard or witch before your last year at Hogwarts is over."
"I'll try mum, I'll try. I promise," said Draco as he went over to embrace his tearing mother.
"Well, tomorrow is September first," sniffled Narissa, "you should make sure you have everything packed and such. And oh dear, I'm sniveling like an old coot."
Both she and Draco laugh at the comment while Draco ushers his fragile mother to her bedroom. After he bid her goodnight and closed her bedroom door, he whispered into the eerily quiet corridor, "This will be a lot harder now."