The halls of Malfoy Manor were silent. It had always been a quiet place, but where the stillness had once been comforting and familiar, matching the regal setting of the home, it was now suffocating and put him on edge. Nothing was the same. From the moment his father had returned to the Dark Lord, their lives had been on edge. In the beginning, Draco hadn’t realized how severely things would change. The glory that waited for him and his family in the future his father spoke of had entranced him, allowing him to imagine a world where people like him were truly honored and recognized as they deserved to be. The first time he had met the Dark Lord, the man, if he could be called a man, had been just as attractive as his father, not in appearance perhaps, but his words were honey, drawing in Draco’s youth with ease.