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It's dark around him, he doesn't remember where he fell asleep, he doesn't recognize where he woke up. His body feels heavy and sluggish.
He tries to get a feel of his surroundings. Definitely on a bed, it is a soft and large bed. There is no end in either direction to make out.
The pillows and blankets smell familiar, they send a sense of comfort through him, he doesn't feel like he is in a life threatening situation, not with that smell, not with that much comfort.
He still needs to figure out where he is, sliding to one side of the bed. The windows are tightly shut, there is no possibility of light coming through the curtains.
He can make out a door, the slit between door and floor is illuminated. The only light source in the room, not enough to see anything else. Something keeps him from getting out of bed.
"Accio wand." He tries, nothing happens. A chill ran through him, that wasn't his voice, way too high and pitchy. His voice should be rough from sleep. Dread sets in the pit of his stomach.
He tries to remember what is the last thing he knows. Everything after the battle of Hogwarts is not clear.
He was sent to Azkaban with his mother and father. How long he was in there he doesn't know it could be anything between days and years. At least there were no dementors, just you alone with your mind, your guilt and your mistakes. He could hear his mother crying, he couldn't find it in him to comfort her.
At some time he was sent to a courtroom, he doesn't remember much of it either, just green eyes that look at him without hate but just too much pity. By some miracle he and his mother were freed and put under house arrest in the Manor. That's right he is at the Malfoy Manor, for a few weeks now.
Mother had insisted that they would remodel the Manor, since Draco is the Lord now. He didn't want to have anything to do with it and let her have free reign over it.
They get frequent visits from Aurors, who check that they don't break their parole or do anything else illegal.
Most of the time he sits in the garden and stares ahead, mother tries to get him to eat but everything just tastes like ashes.
That would explain the lack of his wand, he didn't get it back after the battle and he isn't allowed a new one.
With a sign he stands up and opens the door. And sure enough he stands in the hallways of Malfoy Manor. Something is still off, didn't mother just take all of the portraits down. But all around he was greeted with old Malfoy Lords and Lady's.
He walks over to the bathroom, this one at least was just how he remembers it. Over at the sink he turns the water on and splashed his face, he needs to get rid of that nagging feeling at the back of his head. He cups water in his hands and drinks a few sips.
His eyes travel to the mirror over the sink and he screams.
He screams until hands shake him and brake eye contact between him and his reflection.
He was met with a worried face, his mothers.
"Draco, my love, are you alright." Narcissa looks at least 20 years younger, she bent down to be at eye level with him.
She is beautiful, she always was, but untouched by the war she was radiant. His eyes travel back to the mirror and were greeted by an 11 year old Draco Malfoy.
Still with round cheeks and big round eyes.
"Just a bad dream." He says again with this high pitched voice, he couldn't remember ever sounding like that. His eyes are not leaving his own face.
"Well let's get you a hot chocolate and cuddle." Strong and steady hands guide him back to his room.