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After the war many people on both the light and dark side had died, and most of the dark that had not were sentenced to life in Azkaban. Many of the Malfoy’s friends included. Although the Malfoys fought on the dark side, they had successfully pleaded not guilty. Claiming they had been under the control of the Imperius Curse.
Just because they hadn’t been killed or locked up, they were not left unscathed. The deaths and imprisonment of Narcissa’s family, and the vegetative state of her true love Alice Longbottom (by her sister) left a gaping wound in her heart and mental stability. While for her husband Lucius the fall of the dark lord hurt him most, as he lost the great power that he would have had, as one of Voldies right hand men, especially after the fall of the black family.
To drown their misery they started to party (You know because that’s what you do), as their son Draco was now just over a year old, and no longer required his mothers full attention. By the time the boy was two they had stopped ever being hungover. Thus leaving him alone, by the time Draco turned two to fend for himself. For their house elf Dobby was not allowed to talk, or even help the boy other than to get him ready when they were going to go out. They didn't leave at all.
They did that to prevent a repeat of Regulus after the boy turned one. By the time Draco turned 3, he’d grown into his loney lifestyle. The lack of neither physically nor mentally present adults in Draco’s life, left him to grow into an undomestic boy who could not talk or interact with humans.
He roamed barefoot through the garden, his dinner clothes ruined by dirt and his conversations with animals in a fractured, childish language. Though with time he quickly picked up how to properly act, though his parents never did.