No screams echoed through Malfoy Manor this morning.
Without those screams to serve as his alarm clock, the silver-haired boy did not wake up.
On the large, soft double bed, the boy curled up against the edge, hugging the duvet and taking up only a tiny patch of space. Perhaps it felt safer that way; ever since the boy had arrived at Malfoy Manor, no matter what posture he fell asleep in, he always ended up curled into this pitiful little ball by morning.
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