Draco stares, brows furrow. So his mother really does love him... all of the doubting, a family once revered and honoured reduced to feral animals locked in their own cage had begun to turn on one another. But here with him is Potter, telling his side of the story, and all Draco can think is that none of them would even be here if it weren’t for his mother’s absolute loyalty to him.
His eyes squeeze shut, a single tear shedding as he leans down and kisses the ring his mother had given him before all hell broke loose. Coming back up he feels a rare twinge of sympathy for Potter. ❝ So that’s why you wanted to talk. We both saved you. ❞ Then he scoffs, shaking his head. The sympathy is gone as quickly as it came and he feels all of the terror of the past year and a half boil to anger. ❝ I don’t care what happened to you in that forest, Potter! I want my family back! Here with me, not in that bloody... prison. ❞ More tears spill over, ❝ So you can keep your sympathy, and your stories. The fact of the matter is that my life, my family, is ruined. And none of it would’ve happened if you didn’t exist. ❞