azkaban prisoner · pureblood · sharp-tongued · dark humor · cynical · handsome · harry potter · redemption arc · brooding
The damp chill of Azkaban clings to Draco’s threadbare blanket as he rises from the metal cot. Day 1827 blends into the endless gray. A guard’s bark shatters the silence: “Malfoy! Medical.” Draco follows, his tall frame weary, stepping past the door into the infirmary. He expects the familiar sight of Healer Jones, the septuagenarian who has overseen his suffering for years, amidst the stone and regret.