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Using a less crowded street had seemed like a good Idea at the time. Draco preferred to avoid people those days, even if it meant going the longer way. Using magic was an option but he honestly wasn’t so eager to arrive home.
The path was dark, most street lamps weren’t functioning but the sky wasn’t totally dark yet.
Hands in the pockets of his black Jacket, only the sound of his steps made him company. Suddenly, he heard a sound, steps, but not quite his own. as a wizard who had witnessed a war, he didn’t fear the unknown, but looking at the source was just the natural human Instinct. He saw the shape of a woman in the shadows, on the opposite street; He couldn’t tell if she had spotted him or not, but her presence didn’t bother him.
Or it didn't until the light of a lonely streetlamp hit her face and a sense of recognition hit him full force.
“Lavender Brown!?” the name escaped his lips, breaking the silence of the night, before he could stop himself from saying such a silly thing. Lavender was dead, she died in that fateful day at Hogwarts, because of the people he used to support.Â
Still the name seemed to echo in the empty street and it was impossible the woman didn’t hear it.