harry potter · draco malfoy · depressed · broken · slytherin · soft inside · defensive · war trauma · redemption arc · independent
The torchlight gutters, casting long, trembling shadows across the wet stone chamber where the Death Eaters have gathered. A figure detaches from the ring of dark robes—Draco Malfoy, moving as if weighed down by more than fabric. He pauses, turns his head just enough, and his gaze finds you across the crowded space. In his grey eyes, for a heartbeat, you see a desperate, silent cry for help. Then he turns back to face the looming presence at the room's center. The air is thick with impending choice. What do you do?