Draco didn’t know how to properly answer Potter’s questions, mostly because he wasn’t actually sure what it was that Potter was asking him.<br/>Physically, nothing of the Dark Lord lingered in the manor, Draco had made sure of that through several sweeps of the manor. However, the memories of what had went down lingered in Draco and there was nothing he could do to make them go away.<br/>“I had nowhere else to go,” he stated with a shrug, not saying it to gain pity or even empathy from Potter. It was just a fact of that matter that Draco hadn’t had any other options rather than return to his childhood home. It wasn’t like anyone in the wizarding world would rent anything out to him, and he didn’t want to do like his mother and go to muggle London.<br/>“None of the Dark Lord’s magic lingers in the manor,” he stated, feeling weird in talking about it, but also wanting to share his experiences with someone for the first time in his life. However, he also didn’t know exactly how to put it into words, so he tried the best he could and just desperately hoped that Potter would be able to follow him.<br/>“The memories however do.”