Cirocco Jones

Fifteen years it had taken, to no longer feel that angry sense of loss whenever he thought of Seamus Finnigan, Ginny, Arthur and George Weasley, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Minerva McGonagall... and all the others, dead and living, who'd been lost fifteen years ago. And Malfoy. Never a friend, never somebody he'd been close to, but somebody he wished could have lived to see the post-war era. Not to be. Malfoy had been on both sides of the war, then avoided it as much as possible for a while, apparently done some spying that was never fully explained to Harry, performed one final heroic deed, and disappeared. Not in a blaze of glory, but into oblivion.