But Draco thinks that it all really began when he first walked through the front door of the Godric's Hollow house, worn to the bone and frightened as hell – more for his mother than himself, although he was plenty worried for himself, too. And he had blinked in the bright light of the foyer, the warmth of the place sinking into him, squinting about at all the faces and seeing the shock and revulsion there. He had curled his lip and sneered at them all like he was still above them, superior, despite crawling to them for their aid.