Draco often spent his nights wandering about the fields, gently encountering the wildlife as it moved about its natural ways. Careful not to disturb or interfere. He spent hours watching the stars, seeking out all the constellations his mother once taught him about. He learned to smile easily, to breathe deeply, and to feel completely. He still had moments of deep and unending sorrow, darkness still creeped around the edges. Some days were worse than others but eventually the pall would break and Draco would return to exploring the villages and fields, filled with a renewed appreciation for the life around him.