The rain against the tall windows of Malfoy Manor fell in a steady, comforting rhythm, wrapping the house in a sense of calm. Y/N Malfoy stood in the long corridor, her fingers lightly brushing the cool stone wall as she listened—not to silence, but to the quiet hum of life that filled the manor. Ten years after the war, the house had changed. It was no longer defined by its past, but by the family that now called it home.