Back Home

Disclaimer : Guess what? The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

By the way, English is not my mother tongue(I'm French). So forgive me if my English's poor. I just hope it won't prevent you from enjoying this fic...

He somehow knew. He was somehow prepared. But still, he couldn't face it. He couldn't face the truth whispering slowly at his ear, the cold wind despite the season. Draco Malfoy was standing there, hidden behind a mask, surrounded by lies.
Because that was what they were : lies. Living lies. Simple puppets existing through an illusion of superiority. And he was one of them. He was the enemy. He couldn't understand what happened to him, to what he used to be, to who he used to be. Despite his fierce, arrogant attitude, Hogwarts used to be his home, not the other side, like an iron giant staring coldly at him.

It reminded him of all these years before the war. When all he had to worry about was Quidditch, and making Potter's life a living hell. Well, looking at his hollowed face and his dull eyes, he somehow succeeded, but not the way he wanted to. He wanted these years back. This feeling of warmth, like a Christmas day. With hope and joy glowing in everyone's eyes.

And that's why he took off his mask and told students and teachers, the other side, Hogwarts, his family, 'I'm back home.'

And that's why he smiled as he saw a green light.

Thanks for reading. There will be another chapter.