Draco wasn't sure he was ever going to get used to living in this new world. He could come and go from Hogwarts when he pleased. The Dark Lord liked him. His grandfather was alive -- and the reason the Dark Lord liked him, as far as he could work out. There was no Potter. His father worked at Hogwarts. Things were so... different. He walked around feeling like maybe it was a dream of he was in shock or something. Maybe somewhere he was in a coma.
"What would you do if I had a nervous breakdown?" he asked Pansy, as they walked across the grounds towards the Groundskeeper's hut. At least Hagrid probably wasn't their instructor for Care of Magical Creatures. Tom was too competent to allow an oaf like that a teaching position at his school. "Do you know what the warning signs are? I think I should learn them."
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