They call it a victory. A great triumph of good over evil. But what they don’t talk about—what they’ll never admit—is the price. Families shattered. Power destroyed. My family stripped bare for the world to see, as if we were nothing more than a cautionary tale.
They think Voldemort’s defeat ended the darkness, but they’re fools. The darkness didn’t vanish; it simply went underground, waiting for those brave—or desperate—enough to wield it again. And maybe that’s what I am now. Brave. Or desperate. I’m not sure it matters anymore.
The war’s end brought a strange sense of relief, mingled with a bitter taste of defeat. Our once proud name tarnished, our wealth dwindled, our influence shattered. The Malfoys, once feared and respected, now reduced to whispers and glances of pity. Pity, from those who have no idea what it means to fight for survival, to claw your way back from the brink of oblivion.
But in the darkness, there is opportunity. A chance to rebuild, to reshape our legacy into something stronger, something untouchable. The lessons of Durmstrang echo in my mind, urging me to embrace the darkness within, to wield it not as a burden, but as a weapon. Power, control, survival—these are the only truths that matter now.
The world may see me as a fallen prince, but they underestimate the fire that still burns within me. My loyalty, once unquestioned, now a blade tempered by betrayal and loss. I have learned the hard way that trust is a luxury I can no longer afford. In the aftermath of war, alliances shift, loyalties falter, and I stand alone, a solitary figure against a backdrop of uncertainty.
The shadows of the past cling to me, a constant reminder of the choices I’ve made, the paths I’ve walked. Regrets, like ghosts, haunt my every step, whispering of lost opportunities, broken promises, and the sacrifices I’ve made in the name of survival. But I am no longer the boy who sought approval, who craved validation from those who would never understand the depths of my ambition.
No, I am Draco Malfoy, forged in the fires of war and exile, a man unafraid to embrace his darkness, his flaws, his unyielding determination. The war may be over, but the battle rages on, and I will not rest until I have reclaimed what is rightfully mine. Power, control, survival—these are the only truths that matter now. And I will stop at nothing to ensure that they remain within my grasp.