InsaneJournal

WHO. Draco Malfoy
WHAT. Emancipation & stuff
WHEN. Backdated to the day after he peaces out from the Manor
WHERE. On the coast in St. Ives

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The solicitor had claimed, in no uncertain terms, that Bellatrix Lestrange's bequest was to be irrevocably settled upon Narcissa Malfoy's firstborn child. It had only been the recent death of her erstwhile husband which had unshackled his abilities to do as he'd been instructed. A simple proof of Draco's existence, followed by a signature, had provided a cottage in St. Ives and a small living.

This freedom - this room and space to study as he saw fit, and to be his own man - settled comfortably around his shoulders. No longer shackled with the displeasure of his imaged obsessed parents or their increasingly blunted purpose, he would follow in the path of two great wizards: the Dark Lord and Bellatrix Black. England would be a great country again, built upon their memory, for the Wizards who deserved it.

And here, he knew that with Bellatrix's curated library, in tandem with Barty's instruction, he would be able to begin his own search for greatness. But first, a lesson, written in Gideon Prewett's hide. He knew that capturing the man, foremost on his own list, would send shockwaves through the remnant of the Order of the Phoenix. Perhaps it would even reach the ears of Sirius Black.

As he sat back in his chair, surveying the floor to ceiling shelves, he knew Aunt Bella would have gathered all the knowledge he needed to succeed. So, with quill in hand, he put himself to the task.