Introduction

He was Draco. Just Draco. No last names, no expectations. Yes once he was a Malfoy or maybe Prisoner 297 but not anymore. He was just Draco now. Azkaban teaches quite a lot of things to person, silence and hunger for a name were one of those things. He was going to live now. Just for himself.

Harry thought he was living his dream life but something has felt amiss always. A wistful memory of something, perhaps someone, forgotten. Things have been going really good since forever perhaps now. It does feel ages since something has changed in his life. And he was happy with his life going this way. But somewhere he just hopes he can figure what was missing though.