Draco.
Draco never thought he’d see this again after so many years. He adored the locket in his hand as he ventured back into his study. Silently, he reached for the other half on his shelf and opened it. There it was, the second portrait of a hand.
It was a gift he’d given Andriandita out of his love for her. The hand represented their ability to find each other again even if they were scattered across the universe.
All their days together, they both wore it on their necks. Andriandita would always scold him anytime he removed his. The brief memory made him smile, but Draco didn’t understand how the locket magically appeared in the castle.
Draco was certain Andriandita had it leashed around her neck while he buried her.
“I guess this isn’t it. Maybe someone has this kind of locket
