In a dim room at Parkinson Manor, Draco Malfoy, who was on the Auror Blacklist, sat lifelessly slumped in an armchair, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet spread open before him.
They had lost! In the blink of an eye, they had been utterly defeated! Draco Malfoy simply could not understand what had happened to the world, why it had changed so quickly that it now felt strange and helpless.
The battle had clearly only just begun. The Dark Lord had only just led countless Dark wizards into Hogwarts Castle with unstoppable force.
Yet in the space of a moment, they had lost for no apparent reason.
Large numbers of Death Eaters under the Dark Lord had fallen in that grim castle, and even Malfoy himself had nearly lost his life.
If Snape had not vanished without explanation, leaving him deeply unsettled and making him abandon his plan to follow the Death Eaters into Hogwarts Castle, he might have become a cold corpse like the other Dark wizards.
What Malfoy found hardest to accept was that the Dark Lord had clearly killed Savior Potter with his own hands and tried to turn the tide by himself, but... he had actually been killed by Albert Anderson in front of everyone.
The two sides had not even fought a proper battle before Voldemort was caught completely off guard and killed by Albert Anderson. Along with him, the future and lives of every Death Eater and Dark wizard had been killed as well.
They had been defeated so completely, so unexpectedly.
If Draco had not fled in time—if he had not run fast enough—he would likely have followed in the footsteps of his former comrades. The thought filled him with terror, to the point that he needed sedatives just to barely remain