A little bit unusual kind of fan fiction, it's so small and even philosophical. So, hope, you'd enjoy :з


Its was a summer. Summer after the Hogwarts Battle. There was no that hapiness in children's faces, there was no life in adults' actions...
They were tired of that, even if Harry's won, they lost... They Lost their homes, they Lost their relatives, they Lost the Sense.
Draco Malfoy was one of them. Of course, his family was nearby, but he felt himself completely alone, he felt that he did the wrong choice. Even if he Had to do that.
Now he was 18, so young to be important for the magic world, but old enough to be happy. Everything changed. He had never tried how it to be happy, but he had a voult in Gringotts and status in the highest society. Funny, isn't it? He had everything, but he'd Lost himself.
Is it honestly?
No.
Is it life?
Yes.
Once he mistaked and now the Fate is revenging him in such violent way.
He is dying alive.