Draco turned over in his bed. His gaze fell on the night sky beyond the windows. It took me three months to escape, he thought bitterly. Three bloody months. I saw Mother being killed right in front of me, but what did I do? I lay there, and cried.
Voldemort had thrown him back into his musty cell for further torturing in the later days. When he was first captured, he had accepted it as his punishment for failing to kill Dumbledore. Snape had to complete the task for him. But when his mother was forced to join the tortured fray, Draco knew it was for Voldemort's own dark pleasure. After her death, he had made his mind up to escape.
The guile that runs through the Malfoys' blood had helped him to attain his goal. Some Death Eaters were just plain stupid. A few tricks of words did it. Draco found himself armed with his wand, killing any Death Eaters that crossed his path. He came to a clearing and hastily Apparated himself back into Malfoy Manor.
Malfoy Manor was just as dead and gloomy as Draco's mood that night. The former castle was palacious, yet cold and empty. Draco did not see any point in staying at his home. He was guardian-less: his mother was dead, and Lucius Malfoy was still locked up in Azkaban. The house elves were fired. Draco had raced through the house, casted a simple minimising charm on his and his mother's treasure and hurried to Gringotts. By the time he reached there, the bank was only starting to open its doors to the public. With his family name's influence, Draco managed to create a new account under a different name and stored all his treasures there.
Draco kept shifting places every week or so. For the next three months, Draco felt like fugitive. Yet he still managed to keep up with his lavish lifestyle. Hiding away did not mean he has to stop frequenting fancy restaurants. Besides, he had more than enough wealth stashed in Gringotts.
A particular star in the sky shone more brightly than usual. Narcissa used to tell him as a child, "If you're ever scared, Draco, look up at the sky. There will be a star shining down on you. And I will be that star."
A soft, innocent smile caressed Draco's features. He knew that his mother was still looking after him