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Draco was out back, toward the woods. Currently practicing creating a Patronus, but of course for somebody who's rarely truly happy, it's very difficult. Wearing his Persian styled wizard robes, better for the on-coming summer weather while he practiced.

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Draco's grey eyes narrowed a little, "What's that supposed to mean?"

But on the next part, he paused. The best. There seemed to be many. But moments where he was truly happy? Seriously? There were moments, but something tinged them. Maybe because he was taught to suppress his emotions, not be so obvious.

But happiness, pure joy? When?

"...I don't know." he quietly said.

I have the moment in which I was the happiest I have ever been locked in my memory. Easy.

*He tilts his head.* Never had a moment when emotion has filled you and lifted you over every worry or care?

*The cat tuts, perhaps pityingly.*

Draco continued thinking. When he had laughed? A real one, not one full of mockery and irony? Really smiled instead of just smirking, or putting on for show?

He blinked with some surprise.

"No."

*In his own, infuriating way, Yrael may be trying to help. He's poking at that Draco may have a strong enough memory, but may be putting a too-constraining definition on what would be a suitable memory.*

No blissful, unconditional moment of happiness, comfort, love, trust, safety, or relief?

Draco searched his memory. Blissful? Unconditional? They were actually almost foreign concepts to the wizard.

"I'm not sure." Maybe something from earlier. When he first learned he was going to Hogwarts, and no, even then he was being reminded how his family had always been Slytherin, and he should be no exception.

Wasn't there anything?

Something from early childhood? Maybe?

He concentrated, and tried the Charm again.

It was brighter, but still no discernible shape.

"Blast..."

Acceptance?

Friendship?

*The not'cat is still trying to ~~wheedle~~ help.*

Freedom?

Acceptance was rare for this one obviously, friendship even rarer.

But freedom? That Draco latched onto.

That moment when he felt free of the Dark and the Light. No sides. No Dark Lord to have to bow and scrape to. To be able to go anywhere, escape the trappings of his world.

And a real smile appeared on his face.

"Expecto Patronum!" And this time, the glow was bright, and there was something distinctly fox-shaped about the form emerging from his wand this time.

Draco couldn't help laughing a little as it slowly faded, "I did it."

*The not'cat smiles, latching its claws into the bark of the tree to begin its careful climb down.*

It was freedom, then?

That was mine, too.

*He lets go about three feet above the ground, to drop, landing lightly on his feet. Of course.*

Draco just nodded, and then relaxed some. He glanced over at the not'cat. Then he used his wand again to switch to his Animagus form.

White not!fox meet white not'cat.

His fox eyes were still grey though.

Cheers for that.

*The cat smiles toothily. Yrael, whether he means it or not, has an aggressive smile.*

Welcome, of course.

The fox might have tensed a hair while he went to pick up his wand in his jaws.

But then nodded, and went to bound away.

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