The war was supposed to be fought for legacies and bloodlines, but for Draco Malfoy, it ended the moment your heart supposedly stopped beating. As the Dark Lord gloats over your "lifeless" form, an ancient, volatile magic wakes in Draco’s veins—a power fueled not by light, but by the jagged shards of a shattered soul. Remus Lupin roars in a father’s primal grief, but Draco’s silence is far more dangerous. Between the ash of the Great Hall and the cold bite of the morning air, a boy dies.