#t;draco

It had only been a few months since Astoria died, leaving him with a new born baby and he tried hard to be a good father. He didn't want Scorpius to have a life growing up like his. He wanted to be present in his sons life instead of passing him off to house elves to deal with.

It had been a few years since the war ended and Draco still had nightmares about the torture he went through. The faded tattoo on his arm, always a reminder of what he had done, what had happened.

The Malfoy, had taken up drinking. It was the only way to calm his thoughts and the nightmare. He spent his time out at the local Wizarding bars drinking Firewhiskey.

That's where he was at this moment, sitting down at the bar, very scruffy looking and holding glass of Firewhiskey in his hand while the bottle was out in front of him.

"You just want to be a disgrace." Draco hissed out at his so called half sister. She was nothing, not even a true Malfoy and yet she still goes around trying to ruin his family name. "A Weasley really? What did you think you were going to get out of it, I'm sure if you ask they will adopt you. They seem to like taking in the hopeless cases."

It was at this moment Faustian descended from his place on the staircase, having heard enough of their pointless conversation. "If you are going to argue, I would suggest not doing it out in public, it's not becoming of Malfoys."

Dracos back straighten as soon as he heard the son of the Dark Lord speak. There was one thing he had learned was that he had a temper that was just as bad as his Father and you didn't want to cross him. "We were finishing our conversation." Said the platinum haired boy.

It had only been a couple days since Draco had let in the Death Eaters and watched as Snape had killed Dumbledore.

The young wizard couldn't sleep, nightmares plagued him of that unfortunate night. It was because of him that Dumbledore died. He was the reason that Voldemort was taking over the school.

But if he didn't then he would of died. At this point it was something he could of handled but his family would be at the hands of the Dark Wizard and he couldn't allow harm to get to them.

Now, Draco stood next to his Mother. His back straight, making it look like he hadn't spent the night in fear. His father would come through those door at any minute.

And when he did, Draco held back running to him and flinging himself into his father's arm. No that not what a Malfoy did. He stayed poised.

Draco had worked hard to get where he was, after the war. His family had to start from scratch to get a reputation back in the wizarding world and for awhile the young wizard couldn't get a job anywhere.

He was branded as a Death Eater and even though he wasn't sentance, people still treated him like one but the Silver haired wizard kept his head held high. He wouldn't let their words knock him down. No he was better then that.

Eventually he managed to get a job in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, it wasnt anything fancy but it was something to start him off.

In his hand was a stack of paper work that he had to go through as he stood for the elevator to head back to his shared office.