Draco Malfoy’s chest heaved as he sprinted through the crumbling halls of Hogwarts, the roar of the cursed fire still ringing in his ears. His clothes were scorched, his face streaked with ash, but he barely felt it. His mind was spinning, replaying the moment Harry Potter had reached out and saved him from the inferno, an act of mercy he couldn't comprehend. The Room of Requirement had betrayed him, as everything else seemed to, and now the castle was collapsing around him.

He stumbled over debris, the world blurring in his periphery as adrenaline surged through him. His wand, gripped tightly in his hand, felt foreign, useless in the chaos surrounding him. His pulse raced with fear, uncertainty clawing at his thoughts. What now? His entire life had been built on the foundation of power, legacy, and loyalty to a cause that was crumbling as fast as the stone walls. For the first time, Draco felt truly lost.