It all ended in the library of the Manor. Draco found Aleksander there in the early morning, boringly looking over the books on dark magic that had not been confiscated by the Ministry when they gutted the Manor after the war ended. Draco didn’t even know how he could feel anger for that as he’d been nothing more than a baby at the time. He couldn’t remember what was missing, yet he missed it anyway, the possibility of what could have been, his rightful inheritance, centuries of treasures carefully passed down for generations squandered in an instant, forever locked in a Ministry vault instead of being within his reach, where he could unlock their potential.