2nd September 2015

It had been two weeks since his chat with Hermione, in that time a lot had happened, the prophet had come clean about Lucius Malfoy escaping from Azkaban, Hermione had been sent more and more hate Mail, and James had gone to Hogwarts.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Draco was having dinner when it arrived. Eclipse flew through the open window with the evening prophet in her beak and dropped it on the table before hooting and going off the owlery for food.

Azkaban breakout

Lucius Abraxas  Malfoy ( known former death eater) escapes Azkaban,

In a startling turn of events, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, a former Death Eater, has managed to break free from Azkaban, the wizarding world's maximum-security prison. The Ministry of Magic is currently in a heightened state of alert as they work to recapture him and assess the potential ramifications of his escape.

Concerns are mounting among citizens as authorities call for increased vigilance and cooperation in providing any information that may aid in locating Malfoy. His past involvement in dark magic activities has put the magical law enforcement on high alert, prompting a thorough investigation into the circumstances surrounding his escape.

The Minister of Magic has convened an emergency meeting to address the situation and implement enhanced security measures across the magical community. Aurors are actively pursuing leads to ensure that Malfoy's escape does not lead to any resurgence of dark wizardry.

As the wizarding world grapples with the unexpected turn of events, questions arise about how Malfoy managed to evade the heavily guarded prison and what potential threats his freedom may pose. The Daily Prophet will continue to provide updates on this unfolding story.

Draco's blood ran cold, How How! Could this happen. his father was free out in the wild... And probably coming for his Ex wife and son, then Draco's blood ran even colder, if that was possible, when he realized he did know how his father had escaped... He was a anamaigus, he and Draco both were, back when they were close, when everything was perfect, before it all got complicated, Lucius had taught Draco how to become an anamaigus, "Damn it" he swore, he had to get to the ministry NOW, he ran out of Malfoy Manor without saying goodbye, as soon as his feet left the property he apparated to the ministry, turning into his fox form halfway there, and ran into the ministry, after the war he had finally registered as an animagus.

Turning back into a human once he got into the ministry, he swiftly made his way to the department of magical law enforcement, As Draco rushed through the bustling corridors of the Ministry of Magic, he arrived at the imposing entrance of the Auror Office. The air hummed with an undercurrent of urgency, and the enchanted quills at the reception desk scribbled furiously on parchment, documenting the constant flow of information.

A polished sign marked "Reception and Reporting Section" guided him to a discreet corner where a composed witch sat behind a pristine desk. Her stern expression softened as Draco approached, recognizing the gravity of his intent.

"Reporting information on Lucius Malfoy," Draco stated, his voice firm yet laden with concern.

The witch's eyes widened slightly but she nodded briskly, her wand tracing a subtle pattern in the air. A doorway materialized, leading Draco into a room adorned with ornate silver-gilded doors bearing the words "Auror Case Intake." The atmosphere shifted to one of controlled focus, with Aurors engaged in discussions and spellwork at their individual stations.

Draco approached a designated desk, where a seasoned Auror with a steely gaze awaited. The room's dim lighting cast shadows on the shelves lined with dusty tomes and evidence files. The hum of magical surveillance devices echoed through the space, emphasizing the gravity of the work being conducted.

The Auror he had approached was clad in deep blue robes adorned with intricate sigils. "hello welcome to the Auror office, i'm Griffin Steele, How may I help you today" Steele said, tone rough from shouting spells through the years "I have information on Lucius Malfoy" Draco replied, voice only wavering slightly.

Steele looked up, a surprised look hid well on his face, "come this way Mr Malfoy" he led Draco through the room and down a corridor into a small, dimly lit, room with an ornate desk and two chairs, bookshelves lined the burnt orange walls, the air was filled with a air of urgency, crimes had been solved here.

Steele sat down, gesturing for Draco to sit opposite him, In the dimly lit room, Draco Malfoy's eyes flickered with emotion as he faced Steele. The embers in the fireplace cast a warm, yet eerie glow, accentuating the solemn atmosphere.

Draco began, his voice steady but layered with a subtle tremor, "My father... he was a man of many talents and secrets. One of them was the art of becoming an Animagus. You know, Steele, it's not something anyone can master. It requires discipline, control, and a deep understanding of one's true self."

Steele leaned in, intrigued. Draco continued, "I was barely Hogwarts age when he decided it was time for me to learn. Every night, after mother had gone to sleep, we would meet in his study. It was always just the two of us, surrounded by ancient books and the smell of ink and parchment."

"The process was grueling. My father was a strict teacher, demanding perfection and absolute focus. He taught me to meditate, to reach into the depths of my being, to find my innermost animal spirit. I remember the frustration, the countless failures. Each attempt left me exhausted, both mentally and physically."

Steele noticed a flicker of vulnerability in Draco's eyes as he spoke. "But then, one night, it happened. Under the cold, watchful eye of my father, I transformed. A white fox, sleek and agile. I thought... I thought he'd be proud."

There was a pause, heavy with unspoken words. Draco's voice grew softer, "But he wasn't. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable. And then, without a word, he ended the lessons. Just like that. No explanations, no congratulations. It was as if he had given up on me."

Draco's hands unfolded, revealing a tension that seemed to have been held tightly within. "I always wondered why. Why he was so distant, so disappointed. It was only later, much later, that I understood. It wasn't just about being an Animagus, or the color of my fox form. It was about what he represented, what I couldn't achieve."

He paused, a hard edge creeping into his voice. "I realized it when I saw him transform, just once, long after those lessons had ended. My father, the man I had spent my life trying to impress, was the embodiment of the Malfoy prestige. He was a black fox."