Trying Not to Think
I have been so completely consumed with getting the house back into order that I haven't had much time to sit and write. Actually, I must confess. I've been trying to keep busy so that I don't have time to think about anything that has happened over the past few days. Especially on Tuesday. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm his mother, for Merlin's sake. If I can't figure out what to do, how can any of those Healers taking care of Draco know what to do?
He is not my son. That boy in there is my son. He's just... changed.
He is not my son. That boy in there is my son. He's just... changed.