A Pack of Death Eaters
Things gradually calmed down around them, but Lucius didn't hear anything except his own thoughts and the constant ringing in his ears. He was in a world of his own, a world full only of despair and confusion. Beyond the present entirely. Until something pulled him back to even drearier reality.
A hand on his shoulder. Not that of his wife's, as he felt her arms wrapped around his torso. Breathing deeply, his shaky gaze rose. He squinted, suddenly exposed to light, to the situation around him. As he looked up, he realized he was being eyed by a man in an Auror uniform.
"If it isn't the Malfoys." The man muttered. Narcissa and Lucius glanced at each other, neither of them knew the man. Narcissa stood up.
"We're innocent." She stated.
"Save it. All of Britain knows you're a pack of Death Eaters. If you come willingly this'll be easier." He growled. Narcissa looked around for a moment, before grabbing Lucius, signaling for him to stand up, to let go. He wasn't going to. He'd hold that body to the ends of the earth. The Auror grunted and attempted to get between them, to push them apart. "No, WAIT-" Lucius cried, as the body was pushed out of his hand and landed on the floor with a bloody thud. The Auror gasped.
“Shit.” The man cursed. “Is he dead?”
Lucius looked up at him pitifully and nodded. The Auror looked around, unsure of what to do.
"I guess I'll…" The man stared and fidgeted. "I'll just come back later." He muttered quickly, leaving the scene.
Lucius watched him go. They were after him. "All of Britain knows," he had said. Of course they knew. They always knew. No one doubted that his ‘Imperiused’ claim was a lie. And now they had solid proof, with his capture, his name and face likely being in the Daily Prophet, and the fact that he has shown his face here, at the battle. He would no doubt be incarcerated. "Azkaban is better than this." He thought, looking down at the body that was his son.
An hour had passed. The main hall was mostly cleared out.
Narcissa placed her hand on Lucius's shoulder. "We need to go home, sweetheart." She whispered, her voice shaky.
Lucius shook his head. "I can't." He choked. "I can't go back."
"Not without him."
Narcissa wrapped her arms around her husband.
Even though the hall cleared out, they sat there together, grasping each others bodies, wetting the floor with a puddle of intertwined tears.
They held each other, even when everyone else was gone.
Everyone except for one.
Harry knelt down in front of them as he began to cry along with them.
Even though Lucius was an arrogant arse who had tried to kill him more than once, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. They had all suffered a common loss, after all. Lucius had lost his beautiful son. His son that he had raised. That he had done absolutely everything for.
Harry had lost the only boy that he'd ever loved.
He grasped Draco's father's hand in his.
Lucius gasped through his sobs and turned to look at Harry, who he had apparently not even noticed was there.
Harry looked at both parents of his lover.
"I am so sorry." He whispered, choking up.
"I… I know you might not like me, but your son… he was so important to me."
Narcissa wrapped her arm around Harry, pulling him into the pile. It felt almost as if she was accepting him as family, too.
All three of them cried onto each other, past hatreds fading away into the wind.
And in that moment, all three of them shared one common thought. None of them, not Lucius, Narcissa or Harry, believed they could live without Draco Malfoy.
Lucius had practically got down on his knees in front of the dark lord and begged him to cease the battle. Then he ran through it, weak and completely defenseless, just to find his son. And Narcissa had been next to him the entire time, even going as far as to lie directly to the dark lord's face. God knew Harry had gone through hell and back for this boy, too.
And now, all of their efforts suddenly amounted to absolutely nothing.
Draco was gone.
And he was never coming back.