The concept of "home" has changed significantly for me over the years. For a long time, "home" was simply Malfoy Manor—a symbol of my family’s legacy, status, and expectations. It represented security, yes, but also confinement to the strict ideals and obligations I was raised with. Those walls held both a sense of belonging and a stifling reminder of what was expected of me, often blurring the lines between loyalty and obligation. Now, though, "home" feels like something far more personal....