It took a long moment to process that thought. His father was dead. His mother would be broken, devastated. Draco was... Fuck, Draco didn’t know what he was. Devastated. Relieved. Horrified. Sad. Viciously satisfied. About to cry. Remembering back to his childhood when he had mostly just loved his father with that uncomplicated adoration children have. Shaking all over and feeling like he wanted to vomit in his own lap? Yeah, mostly that last one.