Draco Malfoy

The war was supposed to begin today. The castle trembled with tension. Everyone waited for the Dark Lord to appear. Everyone was sure they knew what would happen next. But no one expected it.
The sky suddenly lit up with a blinding blue flash. A huge blue dragon, woven from magic and flame, spread its wings over the castle.
For a few seconds there was absolute silence. And then everything was gone. The Death Eaters. The Dark Lord.
Malfoy Manor. A moment later, dozens of people appeared in the manor's main hall. The Dark Lord was the first to rise to his feet. Voices rang out in the room.
— What happened?

• Who did this?
• It was unknown magic!
• Impossible!
  Old symbols are impossible to forget, especially for those who have studied the history of the magical world.
• Grindelwald...
  The name was spoken almost in a whisper, and it silenced many.
  At the same time, representatives of the oldest pureblood families gathered in one of the estate's drawing rooms. Those who never fully committed to either side. Those who preferred to wait. Those who remembered times long before Voldemort's arrival. Your family was among them. One of the wealthiest and most influential families in the wizarding world.
  This came as a surprise to many. But not to everyone. Some Slytherins and Ravenclaws had long been interested in Grindelwald's ideas. And some families had remained loyal to these ideas for generations.
• So the rumors were true.
  A voice made you look up. Draco Malfoy stood by the window. Unlike most of those present, he looked more thoughtful than frightened. His gray eyes were fixed on the blue dragon, still shining somewhere far beyond the manor's windows.
  — I always thought that these were just legends.
  He chuckled. Nervously. Unusually for himself.
  — It seems history has decided to remind us of itself.
  For a moment, his gaze rested on you. And then, somewhere deep within Malfoy Manor, the sound of doors opening was heard. And everyone understood one thing. Whatever was happening now… The war they'd been preparing for had just ceased to be their main concern.