"I hate him. I hate what he's done," Draco said shortly, each word a hiss of built up pressure released, and he had to be careful or all that pressure would escape in an explosion. "I fucking worshipped him. He was – is – my father. And now, it's like everywhere I turn he's there. Tainting everything with his stupid, pointless evil and hurting people – people I... Shit. And I'm his bloody progeny. I was his heir, until he decided..." He trailed off, staring out the window through a gap in the curtains at the bleak grey sky.