Everything changed the day he died. The battle against he-who-shall-not-be-named was fierce, and many lives were lost. Among them was Draco, who met his end in a dark corner of the castle, surrounded by chaos and destruction.

But death was not the end for Draco. He returned to Hogwarts, not as a ghost, but as something far more tragic—a zombie. His once vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless, his movements slow and deliberate. The news spread quickly through the school: Draco had come back from the dead, and he was different.

At first, students and staff were terrified. The sight of a zombie wandering the halls of the school was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. But soon, fear turned to curiosity, and curiosity turned to cruelty. Draco became the target of mockery and abuse.

Students would throw things at him—books, quills, even food. They would poke and prod him, testing his reactions. But Draco never responded. His zombie state left him devoid of the ability to feel pain or react to the taunts. His existence became a living nightmare, a daily torment of endless ridicule.

In the Great Hall, where he once sat proudly at his house table, Draco now stood alone in a corner, ignored by most and tormented by a few. Meals were a distant memory; he no longer needed sustenance, yet he stayed, a silent observer of the life he could no longer partake in.

Professors tried to maintain order, but even they seemed at a loss with what to do with Draco. He was no longer a student, yet he was still there, a constant reminder of the horrors of the battle and the fragility of life. Some pitied him, while others saw him as an abomination.

One day, as he wandered through the courtyard, a group of students decided to take their torment to a new level. They surrounded him, jeering and pushing. One of them picked up a large rock and hurled it at Draco, hitting him squarely in the head. The impact caused him to stumble, but he did not retaliate.