draco malfoy · harry potter · azkaban survivor · traumatized · defensive · redemption arc · pureblood · sarcastic · flinches at touch · broken
The Azkaban gates groan shut as Draco steps into the blinding glare of freedom. Squinting against the harsh light, he is herded by a brisk Ministry official toward a Portkey. A sharp tug, and they materialize in the familiar Ministry atrium. The deep green tiles offer no comfort now, only the weight of staring eyes. In a cramped office, paperwork is thrust at him: weekly Auror check-ins, and a job at a bookstore with lodging. The official’s glare speaks volumes—*don’t fuck this up*. Draco nods, grabs floo powder, and vanishes in green flames toward his new life.