Draco C. Malfoy

DRACO MALFOY continues working as an Auror in the years immediately following the war, and makes a number of donations and investments to help fund rebuilding efforts. Gradually, his field duty slides into more and more administrative roles, and after he marries Hermione Granger (who keeps her own name with no argument from him), he begins his political career in earnest, with his sights set to one day serve as Head of State. His speeches are full of clever anecdotes and wisdom that is inspired by Severus Snape, Sirius Black's Grim Truths, and his own wife.

His political career is successful, though not without the occasional hiccup or scandal, as is to be expected! He and Hermione have one child, a daughter named Abigail, whom they love dearly but sometimes struggle to fit into their very busy, independent lives.

Draco and Hermione spend the rest of their days calling Malfoy Manor home, though Hydra (with Charlotte and Rigel) finds her own place a year or two after the war. They all remain close, in addition to finding a role for Narcissa and Lucius that somehow works.

Politics and War Heroism aside, Draco's greatest achievement (in his opinion) is a 3-part series of graphic novels about Harry Potter.

In the years immediately following the war, several books are written about Harry. Draco is increasingly depressed and frustrated at how much they get wrong, at how they mythologise Harry in exactly the way he would be uncomfortable with. So, Draco takes it upon himself to set the story straight. The graphic novel series begins in Harry and Draco's childhood under the spectre of the Lord Protector, then stretches through their school-years with Hermione, ISS, and the Order, all the way to the end of the war. Although Harry is arguably the Protagonist, the story is told from Draco's perspective, and features frequent meta-circumlocutions about the nature of storytelling, about who/what gets remembered, and why.

During the three years it takes for Draco to complete his books, he consults with a number of all the old Order members to make sure that they are OK with the version of events he's portraying. He and Ron, especially, enjoy reminiscing about their childhood rivalry over pints at the pub.

The graphic novel series, called Albion's Son, is a critical and commercial success. Draco doesn't care about that so much, though. He just wanted the story told.

The dedication reads:

To all of Albion's fallen sons and daughters. And to Harry, who taught me how to make toast, just for starters...

Hey,

Thanks for coming with me last night. We did all right, yeah? Not a bad team.

I mean, maybe you don't think so, seeing as we didn't actually stop Sirius and Remus from killing themselves.

I've been having a think about it, though, and I know it's what they wanted. Maybe not to die, exactly, but to have it be over. Once and for all. Sirius was in a dark place and I recognised it because I was there, too, not so long ago. And he was one of you lot, a Gryffindor, and I think he just hated feeling like he hadn't done enough. Which was rubbish, of course, but how do you tell someone "no, your feelings are wrong," especially with someone like that?

So what I'm saying is that they chose, you know. Like Harry did.

And... as I'm writing this I realise that you're a Gryffindor, too, and it probably all makes perfect sense already.

You're on second wave, yeah?

Here's the thing, I've been talking to Hermione and we both have an inkling that Sirius and Remus are going to try to get into Buckingham and take Bellatrix out by themselves.

A suicide run, more or less, and based on some of the things Sirius has said, he knows that's what it is.

You see Montague's post? Where Sirius is asking how many people are left in Buckingham?

Yeah.

Thing is, I don't think it's something they can be talked out of.

Any ideas?

When I was at the castle early yesterday morning to pick up Hermione, I noticed that there were some trunks and things shoved out into the hallways. I guess people are trying to get organised for the big move out.

I don't know what kind of discussion you've all had in private, but have you made a decision on where the Albion government and MLE will be headquartered once the school term starts? Because there's something to be said for making a legitimising and lasting impression. Even Riddle recognised that when he took Buckingham for himself.

Anyway, if you haven't settled on a HQ yet, I thought I would offer up Malfoy Manor. It's certainly big and grand enough for that purpose. And there are plenty of rooms, for those who are still displaced or don't feel safe moving into a regular flat somewhere.

Let me know what you decide, yeah?

Something's happening in New London. I've only been on shift an hour and there's already been several people in the club talking about a new "Protectorate Security Society." They all seem to be a little confused about what it means, but from what I've gathered, there's some kind of event at the Palace of Westminster tomorrow, and nearly everyone under the age of 25 has been invited.

Russell's too old, so he wasn't invited. Some of my co-workers were, though. Tamsin, Corbet, and Felicia. I should be able to find out more from them after tomorrow.

Also, it's definite: Lana Sandoval-Pennifold has been put in as head of the Protectorate MLE.

Hydra, can you report?

We're prepping Unit 1 to send in as back-up.

Update for anyone who's not heard:

Hermione's out of St. Mungo's and back in the Order's care.

Once Faust's shift was done I went back to StM's and relieved Hydra. At about 4:30 in the morning a female Healer came along and indicated she had been sent by Poppy Pomfrey and Albus Dumbledore. I was under the cloak but it was clear she'd been told someone unseen would be in the room. The healer wheeled Hermione out of the room while I followed, wand out. We ran into only a few people along the way, but the healer had enough authority to wave away any of their questions without trouble. Eventually we ended up in a sort of loading docks area where supplies come in. It's outside the anti-apparation wards. The healer checked whatever spells were on Hermione and said she'd be safe to side-along apparate, so that's what I did. I took Hermione to the Manor and through the co-location box into the Secret Room. She's now resting in the HW.

I need to get more sleep before I'm back to New London tonight, so if you have questions don't be surprised if I don't answer straight away.

Dear Ha
Harry.

I almost wrote the PM to you, but changed my mind. Not sure I want the others to see that.

I'm writing this over cold tea and burnt toast. I've got better at not burning toast, but there's still a learning curve, apparently. This is what comes of having house elves wait on you your whole posh bloody life, and then having Snape do all the cooking after you exchange that posh life for another. It's not such a big deal, though. It's just toast.

I'm living in a bedsit in Holburn, polyjuiced as a bloke named Russell Faust. He's the bartender at the Elysian's lounge. It's an intelligence-gathering mission, though I've yet to pick up on anything devastatingly useful. Just a lot of tidbits here and there. Gossipy things that are no use to us (though Cal Pummel did come in and walk Tamsin Applebee home after her shift. She thinks he might really truly fancy her, poor girl).

Last night I worked the third shift. By 11pm the place was mostly empty. Will Montgomery and Rudyard Marks were the only ones in the lounge, chatting and having a nightcap. I overheard their chatting, though, and they were chatting about you.

It was sort of like having a Dementor brush by me.

I didn't flinch, I don't think. I just froze to the spot for a few seconds, then went back to what I was doing. It's the first time I've heard your name spoken outside of the castle. Harry Marvolo. They don't know you at all. Not even your real name.

They were talking about how Freedom from Tyranny Day was coming up and were wondering what DEMLE had planned for the occasion. They said it was too bad Harry Marvolo was gone, because you could have put a good face on things and got morale up.

Gone. As if you went on a seaside holiday. As if they don't even know what happened to you, what you did for them and for us.

They were just being idiots, but I think I wanted to kill them.

Don't worry, I didn't.

When I'm not working (like right now - I'm scheduled third shift again, later tonight) I'm sitting around with my own thoughts. Which I suspect is probably what I need and exactly what I don't want.

I'm still not I don't feel like

I suppose that's all there is to say for now.

Hermione misses you. So do I.

If there's any part of you out there that is able to read any of this can you just give me a sign. It doesn't have to be much. Just something

The castle's secret room has conjured up a full bar and I've been practising making every cocktail that Russell Faust himself has ever served at the Elysian.

This includes the members' favourites, like Cad Mulciber's Vauxhall single malt (neat), Cal Pummel's lager, Pandora Baddock's vodka martini (up with a twist), and Rowle's pimm's cup (in summer, hot toddy in winter), and on and on and on.

I'm going to start living as Faust tomorrow, so this evening I'm running a final test of my bar skills and memory. If anyone wants to come by the secret room and pretend to be a thirsty pureblood twat, I'm sure it would help me out a great deal. I should note in advance that I'll be in full polyjuice or the occasion, and Russell Faust will be standing by to observe.

So after two weeks of research, I've put together a profile on who I consider the most promising candidate so far. He's Russell Faust, who works as the bartender and manager of Elysian's on-site cafe and lounge. 31-years old, 'mostly pure,' owns a modest flat in Holborn.

There are a few things that make him particularly ideal for this assignment. His job allows him regular access to Death Eaters and DEMLE in an environment that they consider more or less secure. He is well-regarded by the clientele, even friendly with them, but from what I've seen he never oversteps any boundaries. He's good at anticipating their needs and knowing his place; his presence is calm and reassuring, not offensive in the least.

He has very few friends, only a handful of acquaintances, most of whom he works with. His parents are dead and he has no siblings, nor is he in any kind of relationship. When Hydra did her read on him, she noted that he's gay but not openly so, and that he has some shame and past trauma that makes him keep people at arms-length. This lack of close friendships and relationships means that there are few people who know him in any intimate way, which means there are fewer people to hoodwink.

But what makes him most ideal is the other piece that Hydra saw. Faust wants badly to get out of England. He has family in Austria that have already offered to take him in, he simply has no way to get over to the continent. He has a lot of growing doubts about the future of England and he also fears that the next time Bellatrix comes in, she might see those doubts and punish him for them.

If we offered to smuggle him out of the country, I think he would gladly hand over his identity, along with all the hair and fingernail clippings we need.

As far as whether or not Elysian's security wards will allow me access to the club, I already entered the establishment under my cloak and nothing happened. My guess is that my membership was never officially revoked, but Faust could probably tell me for sure, along with providing any information I would need to know about anti-polyjuice measures the club has in place.

I haven't approached him yet, but I will if you give the go-ahead.