The world itself was in shambles. Seaside towns were off the map now, even with the rescinding water, the damage had been done. Draco wasn't even credited, in the daily prophet article. He'd saved her, Harry, Ron, the whole fucking world and they couldn't even put his name in the paper. Hermione sent the Daily Prophet twenty-eight howlers, each more graphic and obscener than the previous, one for every day they were on that trip. But life went back to normal, the world was fine and dandy and no one seemed to care or notice the absence of Draco Malfoy. 