Chapter 1
It's silent as the grave as the boy who lived is blasted across the hall. Voldemort turns to face the Malfoy family. His followers, his servants.
"Give me Draco Malfoy" the chilling hiss reverberates across the Great Hall.
Draco Malfoy is hit by deja vu hours earlier when the same man demands for another boy. Only now unlike then there is no one to speak up in his defense. Both sides of the fight unwilling to protect a Malfoy. There is only a wandless father and mother swiftly moving to enclose him.
Lucius Malfoy pushes Draco into his mothers arm " Go! Now"
Turning to the man he has come to loathe, Lucius steps closer to the Dark Lord. In the flick of wrist a green light flashes and the Patriarch of the Malfoy Family falls with a harsh thump against the cold floor.
Whatever drivel the man would have spoken was insignificant to the Dark Lord.
With hurried movements Narcissa continues to protect her son trying to put distance between the cruel monster with the fervent hope of saving her son.
"No, No, No! Draco has lost his wand. He is the master of nothing. Draco is just a boy" she cries almost breathless in her plea
"Quiet" hisses the Dark Lord once more with a horrible calculating look in his crimson eyes. "You have lied to me, Narcissa. You and your family have failed me thrice. You dare stand in my way once more. Move aside and you may still be of some use" The words seem even more menacing with the way he slides his eyes over her.
"Please he is just a boy" she begs once more.
A wand is raised.
Draco cries out for his mother, wrapping his arms around her and moving his back to Voldemort because he is okay with dying. He has been okay with it since his sixth year bleeding out on a bathroom floor. Then just like now he thinks he just wants his mother away from harm. Draco is cowardly in many aspects. For his mother... he willingly walks with death. What's his death if his mother could be safe?
His beautiful, wonderful mother. The one who would coddle him when he ran scared from the Manor peacocks. The sweet voice that sang while they danced together in a ballroom all alone. Narcissa Malfoy was winter storms and huddling under a protego on the Manor lawn so he could see the wonders of snow and hail and rain. Narcissa Malfoy is warm chocolate every birthday. She is whispers of love in many languages.
"AVA-"
Draco breathes and whispers out
" zaštititi, zaštititi zaštititi " Protect
and prays to the Gods.
Narcissa can hardly breathe and she feels her son put himself in front of her.
Danger
All she wants at this point is for her son to be away from this war. There is no Lucius this time to help her protect Draco. There is no wand to curse the man that has broken her family. Looking into the grey stormy eyes of her son she sees his love. She has seen this face since he came into to the world. Even when they were at their lowest her son has done everything for the love of his family. A tear falls because she wishes her son could have seen someone love her son just as fiercely as he loves. Many say a Slytherin can not love. Oh how mistaken they are because when a Slytherin loves, when a Malfoy loves there is nothing they won't do for that love.
It's seconds of the bystanders watching them.
Narcissa sees the flash of green moving towards them and she moves. For a heartbeat of a moment she is dancing once more with her son and they are twirling... and Draco is no longer between his mother and Voldemort.
“Davera”
The walls tremble and the hall is engulfed in light so bright no one can see. It's like the blast of a canon has erupted.
Draco can feel the weight of his mother in his arms. The light has blinded him but now he is afraid to open his eyes. He knows he can not bear to see what his heart and arms already feel.
"Is he dead?"
"Voldemort is dead"
"Harry"
"We won"
There is chaos all around, shouts of victory, cracks of apparition and cries of mourning and happiness. Draco Malfoy stands in the midst of it all cradling his mother. His eyes refuse to open. He wants to fall to his knees and scream. He wants to feel fingers in his hair and his mother to say it's okay for him to look, that everything is alright. But no fingers come, Narcissa's voice does not come.
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Harry slowly stands expecting to find himself once more in the line of sight of Tom Riddle. He knows that he is willing to be there because as long as he is the main focus then no one else can be hurt. When he finds that he is not he thinks that's okay because he is only facing the Malfoy's. Now is his chance to take him out. Only it's this hesitation that allows for the worst thing to happen in front of him once more.
He can now see the body of Lucius Malfoy splayed out in front of Narcissa and Malfoy. It's a nightmare he can sees consistanly after the Dementors in third year.
It's a mother begging for her son, it's a family of three just trying to protect each other.
"Please he is just a boy". What cruel words always seem to follow Harry.
Lily Potter, Molly Weasley, and Narcissa Malfoy. Mothers. Never praised for the simplest thing that so many seek their entire lives. Love in its purest form.
Harry is mesmerized as Draco wraps himself around his mother putting himself in between the killing curse and his mum. The two remaining Malfoy's move once more like instead of standing in the middle of a battle the mother and son are somewhere else dancing. Narcissa is twirling with a look of fierce love as a flash of light engulfs the room.
Spots dance around his eyes as he blinks to orient himself once more. The sight that greets him has never felt so chilling because while there lays the blasted body of Tom Riddle not meters away is Draco Malfoy holding a limp Narcissa. There is no movement for moments as others adjust to the scene in front of their eyes. Then it's as if everyone explodes in either defeat disapparating away or cries of relief.
Harry finally moves towards the blonde boy who has seemed to stop breathing, eyes crushed shut. If heartbreak was a picture. It would be this because while there are people celebrating all around; a lone boy holds his deceased mother in his arms. The closer he gets the more he can see the tremors that seem to engulf Draco Malfoy. He hears someone call his name but it's not important when all he can hear as if a sonorus was placed on him is the begging coming from the Slytherin Prince.
"Please"