The days that followed were much the same- cold, damp, and grey; over every hill in Wiltshire. Draco wondered if Azkaban robbed him entirely of warmth. Perhaps his body could no longer feel or find the sensation. His mind tarnished in isolation, and now he surrounded himself with prison walls wherever he went. A seat by the fire- the embers would die out. Rays of sun shining in through the manor windows, until he stepped up to the sill. 