Spoiler Draco woke up in a jolt, gasping as he is in his bed. There is alook of relief on his face as he woke up from his dream. He sighs as he took himself a few minutes to remove his body outof bed to greet the new day. He lives alone in a nice place near London, despite everything that happened, works for the Ministry of Magic. That is what he had decided, a redemption of sorts to the wizarding world for being a menace. Although, most of the blame are directed at his father, who has retired shortly after. It is a shame, but he has to move on. After Breakfast and getting dressed, he grabs his broom. It is a foggy day, perfect for cover. He couldn't use the Floo Network, there are problems lately on the other side, so Draco would have to settle for broom travel. After arriving in the city, the young Malfoy enters froma secret pathway into the ministry. The first thing that he does is getting a copy of The Daily Prophet, and there is the latest front page. There it is again, graffiti of lightening bolts are found in the city, this has been happening for a few years after the war, but it makes him sick. "Ugh, don't these people have anything better to do?"