Authors Note:

hey guys! please be patient with me as this is my first story. I am excited about where I think this story will go, but it may change along the way! I am having trouble naming Draco's house elf. Does anyone have any recommendations?




“Would the defendant please rise?” bellowed Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Draco Malfoy, you have been found guilty and convicted for your part in Lord Voldemort’s attack on the wizarding world 4 years ago. The sentence for your crimes is a yearlong stay in Azkaban prison. However, due to the events that took place at Malfoy Manor in late March 1998 where you did not confirm to your father, Lucius, that Harry Potter was in fact the individual brought before you, an alternate sentence has been proposed. Instead of the mandatory sentence in Azkaban prison, a sentence of 3,000 community service hours in one of the departments in the Ministry of Magic can be chosen instead. Please make your decision now.”

“The community service” Draco responded quickly and loudly.

Narcissa Malfoy looked towards her son with tears in her eyes. She was sentenced to 5 years in Azkaban for her part in the war, while Lucius was sentenced to 10 years. They would only have 5 minutes to say goodbye before she would be led away to start her sentence.

“I love you very much my little dragon. Please use this second chance wisely. Do not let the past taint your future. You are not your father.” Narcissa said lovingly to her son. She could not wrap her arms around her son as she would have liked with her hands bound together with cuffs.

“I will not let myself become my father, Mother. I am not him. The past will no longer have any control over me. I know you may not approve of this, but since Malfoy Manor and all of its possessions, plus the 85 vaults at Gringotts are now under my control, there will be changes. You will not recognize the inside of Malfoy Manor when your sentence at Azkaban is over. I love you Mother. Goodbye.” Draco replied to his mother.

She was then led away by Cormac McLaggen and Dean Thomas, who officially became Aurors that same morning. She kept looking over her shoulders towards her son, who would not lift his head to meet her eyes. He wanted a fresh start, and this was his chance.

“Now that the goodbye with your mother has taken place, you will now officially be informed of the terms of your sentence. Draco Malfoy, you are hereby sentenced to 3,000 hours of community service. You have exactly 400 days to complete these hours. If you fail to do so, your sentence will be revoked and you will be sentenced to 3 years in Azkaban prison. You will also be tracked throughout your entire sentence, plus 180 days after the 3,000 community service hours are completed. Junior Assistant, please place Mr. Malfoy’s wand in his hand.” continued Minister Shacklebolt.

Percy Weasley walked down the stairs to meet Draco at the front of the room.

“Please hold out your hand” Percy said.

Draco held out his wand hand to receive his wand. It had been 3 ½ long years since he held a wand in his hand. His wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic 6 months after the end of the war when he was taken into custody to await trial. His wand was 10" long, hawthorn wood, and had a unicorn hair core. He felt alive again when it was in his hand. All the painful memories of spending the last few years of his life locked up started to melt away. He felt like a wizard again holding his wand and vowed in that moment he would never be the man his father was.

“Draco Malfoy, your wand is now charmed that every spell you perform will be recorded at the Ministry of Magic. Any dark magic performed around you or your wand will sound an alarm at the Ministry. You will immediately be taken into custody and be escorted to Azkaban. Do you understand the terms of your sentence?”  said Percy.

“I do.” replied Draco.

“Very well” Minister Shacklebolt exclaimed. “You are assigned to the department head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. You are to report at 8 am on June 3, 2002. You are dismissed.”

“Muggles? Really?” Thought Draco. “All the departments in the Ministry of Magic and I get assigned to work in the department that deals with Muggles. Is this karma?”

Draco was then led out of the courtroom by Aurors Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. After he filled out all of the necessary paperwork, he was released by the Ministry of Magic. He walked out of the Ministry and felt the sunlight on his face for the first time in 3 ½ years. He forgot what the sun felt like. Warm shiny rays that he thought he would never see again. He thought for sure he would have been sentenced to years in Azkaban. Azkaban was under new security as Minister Shacklebolt had dismissed the Dementors. Aurors and the wizarding police now guarded the prison. Draco had wondered around London for hours thinking about what he was going to do with his new freedom. He knew he had to finish his community service hours, but what else would he do with his life. He would be alone at Malfoy Manor. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with the house, but he knew he had to change things. The horrible memories of the things that happened in the home still haunted him. He wanted to erase every trace that Lord Volemort had ever stepped foot in the home. He figured that he would start next week, as he wanted to fully enjoy his weekend before he had to report to the Ministry Monday morning.

Draco was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone yelling. Looking up, he realized he had wandered to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Someone was being thrown out for being drunk and causing a scene. Draco caught a glimpse of the guy just as he was disapparating away. He thought he must be going mental. There were only a handful of people with that aweful red hair, but it couldn’t be one of the Weasel’s he thought, could it?

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, he sat at a table and waited for someone to come and take his order.

“M-M-Malfoy” squeaked the voice.

Draco looked up and to his surprise stood Neville Longbottom.

“Longbottom, hello” Draco replied.

“Wh-what are you doing here? You are supposed to be in jail? Why are you here?” Neville asked.

“I’ve been spared jail time. Don’t worry Longbottom, I can’t hex you. The ministry is tracking my every move. Can I please have a firewhiskey?” Draco asked.

“Sure” Neville replied quietly.

Neville had another worker bring Draco his order to him as he was scared to go back near him. Being the owner of the Leaky Cauldron had its perks to ordering other people to do things for you. He had one of the new guys bring his order as he didn’t want his wife Hannah going near him either.

Draco spent the rest of the day at the Leaky Cauldron sipping firewhiskey while watching witches and wizards as they went by. By 8 pm, he decided it was time to head back to the Manor. He ordered 5 bottles of firewhiskey to go and paid for his tab. He spent the rest of the weekend held up in his bedroom. He couldn’t bring himself to walk to other parts of the Manor. The memories of what happened in this home were still too fresh for him.

Monday morning he awoke at 7 am to the sounds of knocking on his door. His house elf had brought him breakfast in bed. Draco ate breakfast while the elf drew him a bath. He soaked in the hot bath and made a vow to himself that he would go in to work every day, do what was asked of him, and then come home. He would not make any remarks as to cause his sentence to be extended or be sent to Azkaban. At 7:50 am, he walked over to his fireplace and threw some floo powder him. He stepped into the fireplace and thought, here we go. “Ministry of Magic” and poof he was gone.

Draco walked in to the atrium and went towards the receptionist desk. His face grew into an instant smile when he saw who was sitting at the receptionist desk. Behind the desk sat Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinston.

“Draco!!!!” Pansy exclaimed. “You’re alive, how are you? Are you okay? What happened? Where have you been?”

“Pansy, calm down!” Draco hushed her.  “I’m okay. I was given a community service sentence instead of prison. I see you two have the same.”

“Yes” replied Millicent. “We were not directly associated with the Dark Lord so we were only given probation. Our probations finished 2 years ago, but we have been working here ever sense. What department are you looking for?”

“Department of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office?” Draco asked.

“4th floor, 5th hall on the right” Millicent said while all Pansy could do was stare in shock.

Draco walked away towards the lifts. Pansy turned toward Millicent and exclaimed, “They are making him do community service with HER!”

Draco finally reached his destination at 7:58 am. He walked into the office and went towards the department heads office. As he walked closer to the door he heard someone inside scream with frustration. Here goes nothing, Draco thought. He opened the door to ask if the person was okay when he noticed the name plate on the desk.

Department Head
Misuse of Muggle Artefacts

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!! Granger!!” Draco exclaimed loudly

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