Draco’s head throbbed painfully as he opened his eyes. He took in the bleak stone walls surrounding him. He slowly sat up in his chair and saw an owl sitting at the end of his bed. He didn’t recognize the little elf owl at first, but she flew up to him and stuck her leg out, revealing a roll of parchment attached to it. It took Draco a few moments to contemplate he was supposed to untie the letter. As soon as he did, the elf owl very lightly pecked his index finger. Draco smiled faintly as he opened up the letter dating a day prior. He saw it was splotched with the occasional tear.
Draco,
The war is over. Your father is dead along with You-Know-Who and everyone else except for you. You’re free from the Ministry of Magic’s warrants for your arrest - I had a talk with them is all I’ll say. You’re free, Draco. Free to do whatever you wish. You can freely leave your manor whenever you want and go wherever without being sent to Azkaban. People might hate you, but you’re probably used to that by now with having gone through Hogwarts.
I’m very thankful you made it to St. Mungo’s when you did. If you were left you would be dead by now. They found your personal healer and brought you back to your home.
Even with this freedom of yours, I don’t think it would be wise for us to get back together. I’m so sorry, but I can’t see it working out. Nothing can be done to change how I think of this.
Hermione
P.S: The owl, Gylfie, will send some of my love.
You may respond if you wish, but I most likely will not be able to send back for some time.
Tears pricked at Draco’s eyes as he read the last two sentences. The elf owl, Gylfie, lightly nipped his finger again and looked at him in a sympathetic way.
“Why...?” he breathed as a tear fell from his eye and stained the parchment. He looked at the petit owl and another tear got loose - he realized he had seen the owl before, he had gotten Hermione the little owl as a gift when Crookshanks ran away in August before 7th year. As he looked around the room, memories of Hermione flooded his mind. The bright sun caught his eye, but it was quickly covered with greying clouds. The rain then started to spit into his opened window.
The elf owl churred as a reminder that she was still there. Draco got out of bed, blinked a few times as the room darkened around him from not moving in a day or two. He picked up a piece of spare parchment and a quill and ink and then closed the window. Wordlessly and wandlessly, he magically cleaned the windowsill. Then sitting there, he places the parchment and ink to the side and looked out the window, feeling the sky’s burden.
Baby it's you
When I look up in the sky I see you
Then I turn and close my eyes
It's you
When I'm sitting all alone in my room
Everything reminds me of you...
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