Chapter 2
Draco sat cross legged on his bed, hands clutching a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. He stared intently at his bedroom door, which was open just the tiniest bit, letting a slip of light into the room from the hall outside. Teddy insisted on having the light on outside their bedrooms.
Teddy had woken him up a while ago, sniffling and in need of comfort after having a nightmare. Draco had managed to convince him to go back and sleep in his own bed, but hadn’t been able to go back asleep himself.
He continued to watch the door, just in case Teddy got up again. He wasn’t expecting him to, the poor thing had been exhausted when he’d finally gotten him to bed. They’d spent the day in the park after visiting Andromeda in hospital and the hours of running and playing had left Teddy nearly dead on his feet.
He definitely hadn’t expected an owl to start tapping at the window.
Draco started as the owl rapped its beak against the window insistently. He felt the blood drain from his face as he saw it carrying a letter. There was only one reason why he would be receiving owl post. His Aunt’s condition had worsened.
He jumped up from the bed, cursing as his cold coffee spilt all over his bed. He fumbled with the clasp on the window in his haste to open it, his panic rising. He snatched the letter up the second the owl flew through the now open window, ripping it open as fast as he could and reading the letter.
Dear Mr Malfoy,
You are receiving this urgent letter due to your place on the emergency contact list of Andromeda Cassiopeia Tonks.
During the early hours of this morning, Mrs Tonks’ condition worsened and she is currently in a critical condition.
We regret to inform you that the medical staff here at St Mungo’s who are responsible for the care of Mrs Tonks do not believe that she will be able to survive the morning.
We advise you to treat this as the emergency it is and visit the patient at your earliest convenience.
We are informed by said patient that her grandson, Edward Remus Lupin, is currently in your custody. As he is under the minimum age required to safely travel via Portkey, we have not enclosed the standard emergency Portkey that is typically delivered with these owls.
We request that you use the usual entrance to access the hospital and the patient.
Sending our condolences at this difficult time,
Harriet Smith & Elliot Robinson
Heads of the Magical Core Department
Draco wasn’t sure why he was so shocked at the news that his Aunt’s condition had become critical. They had known it was inevitable that her condition would eventually result in her death, but seeing it written in the neat, official print in the letter made so much more real.
Crumpling the letter in his fist, Draco stood and made his way out of his bedroom and towards Teddy’s. He had no idea when Andromeda’s condition had worsened or how long ago the owl had been sent from London. They were currently staying in Andromeda’s home in Buxton, which she’d bought just after the war. They were miles from London and the owl could have been flying for any number of hours.
Draco smiled softly at the sight of Teddy curled up on his bed. He was wrapped up tightly in his duvet and his body was curled around two of his stuffed animals, with another clutched in his hand. His hair was a pale blue, blending in perfectly with the sky blue, snitch patterned covers he had on his bed.
Draco crouched down next to his bed and gently ran a hand through Teddy’s hair. Teddy made a soft noise of protest, but didn’t wake up. Draco shook him gently and he opened his eyes.
“Papa?” He whispered sleepily.
Draco nodded, ignoring the pang of guilt he felt at Teddy calling him ‘Papa’. He no longer protested against Teddy calling him that - Teddy had made it quite clear that he wanted to call him Papa, so he would. He had explained to Draco and his grandma that he knew Draco was different to his real parents, but it didn’t make Draco feel any better about it. He didn’t feel like he should be taking what should have been Professor Lupin’s role.
“Come on, Teddy Bear. We need to go see Grandma.”
“Dark.” Teddy wined, hugging his teddies closer to him. “An' cold”
“I know it is.” Draco replied softly. “But we really do need to go.”
Teddy pouted, looking thoroughly unconvinced.
“I can carry you there.” Draco suggested, sensing he was losing him. He hoped Teddy wouldn’t refuse because Draco wanted them to leave as soon as possible. Teddy was going through a phase where he wanted to try and do everything himself and Draco wasn’t sure he would be open to being carried. If he wasn’t, Draco wasn’t sure what he would do.
Teddy continued to pout.
“Batty can come too.” Draco tried, gesturing to the fluffy bat clutched in Teddy’s hands.
Batty had been a first birthday present from Teddy’s Great Grandpapa - Ted Tonks’ father - to Teddy and the pair had been inseparable since Teddy first laid his chubby little hands on him.
Batty had a wing span of about a foot. His head and body was covered in black fur that used to be sleek and fluffy. After two years of near constant hugging and cuddling, his fur was in a less than stellar condition - despite being washed, the fur had never quite returned to the original fluffy state it was in. He had a little pointy nose, two fluffy ears and beady yellow plastic eyes. His wings were made of a soft black material, as were his little feet.
Teddy seemed to consider his options before slowly holding his arms up, indicating he wanted to be picked up.
Draco smiled in relief and shoved the letter into his pocket before scooping Teddy up off the bed and settling him on his hip. Teddy rested his head on Draco’s shoulder and yawned quietly before pressing his face into Draco’s neck. Batty was still clutched in Teddy’s hand, the stuffed bat pressed against Draco’s chest.
“Dressed?” Teddy asked sleepily.
“No, we don’t need to get dressed.” Draco replied softly. Draco himself was already dressed, having changed when Teddy had woken him up, knowing he wasn’t going to get any more sleep.
Satisfied that Teddy was comfortable, Draco made his way out of the room and down the stairs. Draco picked up the house keys and unlocked the door, feeling Teddy’s breaths against his neck even out. He stopped and glanced at the child on his hip, smiling gently when he saw that he had already fallen back asleep.
He locked the door behind him, tucking his keys in his pocket carefully so he didn’t jostle Teddy, and made his way to the apparation point in the alley near the end of the street.
Holding Teddy tighter against him, Draco turned on the spot and with a crack, they were gone.
••••••••
They landed with a soft thud in the alley way not far from the entrance of St Mungo’s. Draco turned his head to check on Teddy, relieved to see that Teddy was still asleep. It wasn’t much of a surprise really - the boy slept like the dead - but Draco had to check, Teddy despised hospitals. He didn’t want to cause a scene in the waiting room if Teddy got worked up enough to throw a tantrum. Draco knew it wasn’t Teddy’s fault though. As a Metamorphmagus, Teddy was especially sensitive to the emotions of others and in a place like a hospital, where people were grieving and suffering daily, he could become particularly upset and annoyed.
There was a light drizzle, so Draco cast a quick Impervius charm as they made their way out of the alley.
It was dark, given that it was early morning mid-November. The street was empty save for Teddy and Draco and a man hurrying along the street, attempting to pull the hood on his rain coat over his head while walking. He didn’t seem to be having much luck and Draco thought it was likely that he would walk into one of the many lampposts lining the streets.
The street was almost eerily silent, the silence broken only by their footsteps and the rain splashing gently against the cobbled street.
They stopped outside a red-bricked clothing store, the name ‘Purge and Dowse, Ltd’ painted on a white background in fading green letters. A broken mannequin sat in the dusty window, a sign with the words ‘RENOVATION IN PROGRESS’ taped on the window above it.
Draco turned to the mannequin and spoke.
“Draco Malfoy and Edward Lupin here to visit Andromeda Tonks.” He stated.
The mannequin’s head tilted forward in a nod and Draco stepped forward through the window.
Draco winced at the feeling of the glass melting around them. It was a feeling similar to the one he got when a ghost passed through him - like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him.
They stepped into the waiting room of St Mungo’s. The waiting room was quieter than Draco had seen it before, probably due to the early hour of the day. Most accidents would probably occur during the working day.
Teddy made a quiet noise and Draco stilled, rocking him gently from side to side on his hip. He settled in a few seconds and Draco continued to make his way to the welcome desk.
Behind the desk sat a plump blond witch, who was leafing her way through a dated copy of Witch Weekly. From the faint tune emitting from it, which sounded vaguely like ‘Jingle Bells’, Draco assumed it was last years Christmas Day edition. She wasn’t the usual welcome witch and Draco assumed she was the one who worked the morning shift.
Draco stood in front of the desk, adjusting Teddy on his hip. The witch glanced up at Draco and a sneer flashed across her face before she returned to her magazine.
Annoyed, Draco cleared his throat.
With a put on sigh, she looked up fully from her magazine.
“Can I help you?” She said, her sneer remaining on her face for longer this time, clearly showing Draco what she thought of him.
“I’m here to visit my aunt, Andromeda Tonks.” He said with forced politeness, doing his best not to return the witch’s sneer.
With a roll of her eyes she returned to her magazine. “Visiting hours are from 1pm to 5pm, so I’m afraid, sir, that you’ll have to come back later.” She turned a page and muttered under her breath.
“Not that they’d let the likes of you in.” Her words were accompanied by a third sneer and her voice was loud enough that Draco knew that she intended for him to hear her comment.
“It’s an emergency. My aunt is in a critical condition. She is dying. I need to see her.” Draco pulled the crumpled letter from his pocket and placed it on the desk. “I received this letter from the department heads of the Magical Core Department.”
She pushed the letter away from her. “I do not wish for my time to be wasted by fake letters. I would like to ask you to leave.” She pointedly turned the page of her magazine, another quiet burst of music accompanying the page turn.
“The letter is not fake.” Draco said through gritted teeth.
Draco was used to being treated like this, like he wasn’t fit to walk the streets. All because of his father. Draco hasn’t done anything to warrant such behaviour; he had gone into hiding with Blaise Zabini and Blaise’s stepfather during the war instead of returning to Hogwarts while it was ruled by the death eaters. He wasn’t marked and, aside from failing horribly to complete the task of killing Dumbledore, hadn’t committed any actual crimes.
Unfortunately, merely being the son of Lucius Malfoy, right hand man of Lord Voldemort, meant Draco faced the brunt of the stigma attached to his name.
The witch rolled her eyes. “Because I’m supposed to believe a death eater has come to a hospital because he cares about someone else’s welfare.” She said, removing her wand from her pocket and pointing it at the letter.
“I can assure you that he is not and never has been a death eater.” A voice said from behind Draco.
The voice was familiar and fierce, but Draco didn’t focus on the voice, but on the words. He nearly fainted in shock when he realised that someone was sticking up for him - something which he couldn’t do for himself because the Ministry had such a strong hatred for his family that they’d do anything to have him locked up and punished, no matter how small the infraction was.
Draco turned around to find out which wonderful person was sticking up for him, only to come face to face with Harry Potter.
Potter’s face was pale and his eyes were red. There were faint tear tracks on his cheeks - it was clear to everyone that he’d been crying.
Draco’s heart stopped when he realised this and he could only think one thing.
Are we too late?
The welcome witch froze, her wand still raised over the crumpled letter. Potter stepped forward and moved the letter away from the reach of her raised wand.
“He isn’t a death eater.” He repeated. “And it’s prejudiced people like you that caused the war in the first place. You can’t discriminate against someone for who their parents are. Is that not exactly what Voldemort’s” The witch winced. “Followers did? Discriminating against muggleborns because of their parents?” His voice was low yet powerful, carrying over the noise of the room.
The dull roar of chatter from the people sat in the old chairs in the waiting room vanished, a collective silence falling over the room. The music playing from the magazine was obnoxiously loud in the silent room and the witch closed it slowly, refusing to meet Potter’s eyes, her cheeks stained a dark red.
Potter turned towards Draco, eyes softening at the sight of Teddy asleep in Draco’s arms.
“Is she....?” Draco asked desperately, not daring to finish his question.
Potter ran a hand through his hair. “She’s okay. Well, not okay, but she’s...” Draco raised an eyebrow as Potter stumbled over his words.
“She awake.” He said. “Room 517.”
Draco nodded in relief. He wasn’t about to question why Potter was defending him. “Thank you Potter.” He said, before making his way to the lifts.
Andromeda had been moved around several times during her stay at the hospital, so Draco had, unfortunately, had to check the room number with the welcome witch. It was a good thing he had, as she had been moved to a room three away from one she had been in when they visited yesterday.
He stepped out of the lift, gently pushing Batty’s wing away from his face, which had somehow made its way halfway up his nose during the ride in the lift. Teddy mumbled in his sleep and his grip on Draco’s shirt tightened.
They made their way to Andromeda’s room, but they were stopped by a tall woman with short brown hair, who Draco recognised as Healer Smith.
She wore a slightly grim expression as she greeted them. “I’m afraid Andromeda’s vitals have just dropped quite drastically. It is most likely due to the stress of the long and likely emotional visit she had from Mr Potter a few minutes ago. My team are stabilising her now, but it is unlikely that she will survive much longer. We estimate that she has around 2 hours before she goes.” Her tone was quiet and sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”
Draco swallowed, blinking back tears, and nodded. “So, when can we go in?” His voice sounded hoarse even to him.
“Not for a little while yet, it takes a bit of time for some of the charms to work efficiently, so you will have to wait until her condition is relatively stable and we can lift the charms on her before you can go in and see her.”
Draco nodded again. “Shall we wait out here? Or should we head back to the waiting room?” He asked.
Healer Smith shook her head and waved her wand, conjuring a chair next to the door. “Wait here. The healers will tell you when you can come in.”
She nodded in goodbye to them and began to make her way down the hall, presumably to her office. She hesitated a few seconds later and turned back around.
“Mr Malfoy?” She began. “I really am sorry about Andromeda.”
••••••••
Draco had been sat in the chair for about ten minutes when Teddy started to stir. He buried his head further into Draco’s neck, pressing Batty into Draco’s chest.
Draco gently ran a hand up and down Teddy’s back. “You awake, Teddy Bear?” He whispered. He felt Teddy’s nod against his neck.
“Don’ like hosp’tls.” Teddy whispered, moving from his position on Draco’s shoulder and sitting with his hands on Draco’s chest, facing him instead. “Why here?” He asked sleepily, bringing a small fist up to his face to rub his eye.
If anyone had told Draco before the war ended that he would be sat in St Mungo’s about to explain to a three year old who called him ‘Papa’ that his grandmother was dying, Draco probably would have hexed them silly.
“Do you remember when me and Granny told you about your parents going up to Heaven?” Draco asked. They had used the term ‘Heaven’ because Ted Tonks’ family had been Catholics, part of a muggle religion according to Andromeda. It was a much simpler way to explain death to a small child.
Teddy nodded. “You sayed dat they had to go. But they didn’ wanna go.” He said quietly.
Draco didn’t bother correcting Teddy’s use of ‘sayed’ rather than ‘said’. “We did. Now Granny has to go too.” He replied, just as quiet. He could feel tears pricking in his eyes - saying it out loud seemed to make everything worse. They had explained to Teddy that Andromeda would be likely to die - or ‘go’ as Teddy referred to it as - but Draco knew Teddy was unlikely to remember the conversation.
Teddy’s face scrunched up and Draco could see the tears forming in his eyes.
“Why?” He cried.
Draco hugged Teddy to his body. “Because she has to Teddy Bear. She doesn’t want to go. No one wants her to go, but she has to. She is going to join your parents and your Grandad in Heaven and she’ll watch over you like they are.” He could feel Teddy’s tears soaking his shirt and Teddy’s quiet sobs broke his heart.
He barely heard Teddy’s next words, they were so quiet.
“Are you gonna to go too, Papa?” He whispered. He sounded heartbroken and terrified.
“No, no, no.” He reassured him quickly. “I’m not going to leave you.”
Teddy remained silent after that, aside from the occasional sniffle, his arms thrown around Draco’s neck, hugging him. Batty was still clutched in one hand and was tickling the back of Draco’s neck.
They had been sat like that for about ten minutes when healers began to exit Andromeda’s room. Teddy looked up from Draco’s shoulder, his face blotchy from crying.
“Green!” He whispered quietly, pointing a little finger towards the healers’ lime green robes.
“Ah, Mr Malfoy. Little Teddy Lupin.” One of the healers greeted them. He gasped softly, noticing Teddy’s obvious distress. “Oh, you poor thing.” With a wave of his wand, the healer summoned a packet of biscuits from a room down the hall and offered the packet to Teddy. Teddy glanced at Draco, who nodded, before taking one from the packet.
“Tank you.” He mumbled shyly, before hiding his face in Draco’s neck again.
Draco grimaced slightly at the feeling of stray crumbs making their way down the neck of his shirt.
“Is she okay?” Draco asked the healer, who nodded.
“She is for now. However, our spells will only help her for so long. You can go in and say your goodbyes now.” His cast another sympathetic look at Teddy before making his way down the corridor.
Draco stood from his chair with Teddy still in his arms and stood in front of the door, raising a hand to knock. He was very suddenly reminded of the first time he visited Andromeda.
••••••••
It was late June and Draco had just apparated straight from the Ministry, where his father had just been given a life sentence in Azkaban by the Wizengamot.
He had apparated into a small front garden under a disillusionment charm, to hide himself from muggles.
The garden had a small paved path leading up to the door and was lined with blooming flowers of all different colours. The path was dotted with darker patches and spots near the edges, suggesting the plants had been watered quite recently.
Draco smiled. It seemed like gardening skills ran in the Black family.
A hanging basket was dangling to the left of the door, filled with pink, white and blue Bacopa flowers. The delicate little flowers were nestled in individual little branches of green leaves, spilling over the edge of the basket. The longest of the branches swayed gently in the slight breeze, tiny petals fluttering.
Making sure the coast was clear, Draco dropped the disillusionment charm and walked up the path towards the door. The house had a bright and cheerful exterior and it was quite clearly a family home.
Draco knocked on the door, noting the intricate flower pattern decorating the small windows on the door.
He flinched slightly when the door was suddenly tugged open. Draco glanced up at the woman stood in the doorway and this first glance almost had him reaching for his wand.
Andromeda Tonks had hair that matched Bellatrix’s perfectly. Thick, dark curls hung around her face and if Draco had not seen his dear Aunt Bellatrix die during the Battle of Hogwarts, he would have been quite certain that she was stood in front of him.
Like Bella, Andromeda was a tall and thin woman. There was a distinct similarity between their noses and the shape of their eyes, but the rest was a mirror image of his mother.
They shared the same thin lips, lips that could be pulling into a disapproving frown as quickly as they could curl to form a devilish smirk. They both had pale blue eyes, filled with warmth, and the same high cheekbones.
Andromeda coughed gently and with a jolt, Draco realised he had been staring.
“Draco Malfoy.” She stated, giving him a calculated look and resting her hip against the doorframe. “What brings you here?”
“My mother.” He replied, more than a little bit nervous. “She had planned to visit when the war was over, to reconcile. She had heard you were to become a grandmother and she wanted to meet her great-nephew, to be part of his life in the way she wasn’t able to be there for her niece.” He looked down at the floor and continued quietly. “Obviously, extenuating circumstances have prevented that from occurring.”
Andromeda nodded slowly, but her face remained void of emotion, giving nothing away. “And how did you find our home?” She asked.
“I had intended to ask you if I could meet with you when I saw you the other day at the trial.” He replied. His father’s trial had taken place over numerous days, each to review a separate charge levied against him. Three days ago, it was the charge of his mother’s murder.
Draco had spotted Andromeda in the viewing gallery, seated near the back behind an ancient woman wearing an oversized fur coat and eagerly scribbling on a pad of paper - she was most likely a journalist from the Daily Prophet, eager to stick her name on what was sure to be a front page news story; ‘DEATH EATER MURDERS WIFE AND LEAVES SON DESTITUTE’. The headline; of course, was an exaggeration - Draco was not destitute. He had a small sum of money from pawning off valuables he took from Malfoy Manor before the Aurors raided it, but it was nothing that would last him more than two years if he remained unemployed.
Eager to speak to his estranged aunt, Draco had followed her all the way to the floo, only to be held up by the same fur coat adorned reporter asking him about the trial. He had, however, heard the name of the place she was going to and, with a quick search through the Floo Directories, he had found the apparation coordinates.
“I overheard the name of your home and I checked in the Floo Directories. I found the apparation coordinates and apparated straight here from the ministry.” He continued, watching her face, hoping to see a reaction from her. He got none.
“And why wait until today to visit?” She asked.
“Lucius’” - he refused to verbally acknowledge that the bastard was his father - “trial ended today. I thought you would like to know that he was charged with the mass-murder of muggles, use of Unforgivables, causing grievous bodily harm and, most importantly, the murder of my mother.” He replied. There were more charges, but Draco thought it would be easier to list things he hadn’t been charged with. “He will be receiving the Kiss.”
She nodded again, her eyes suspiciously shiny. “You mentioned that she wanted to be there for my grandson. Does the same apply to you?” She looked straight at him, as if daring him to say no.
“Of course it does.” He replied indignantly.
“So it does not bother you that he isn’t pureblood? That his father is a werewolf?” She asked, her tone harsh.
Draco shook his head, smiling ever-so-slightly. “I have learnt that someone’s blood status means nothing.” He thought briefly of Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age and one of the bravest people he’d probably ever know. They may not have had a relationship based on anything more than hatred, but Draco admired the woman.
“Professor Lupin was the best DADA teacher we ever had. Even if it had bothered me that he was a werewolf, I would have no problem with Teddy. Lycanthropy is not a genetic condition - it can’t be passed down.”
At that, Andromeda smiled and stepped aside. “I believe it is past the time where I should have invited you in.”
Returning her smile, Draco stepped over the threshold and into the house.
•••••••••
Draco blinked and was brought back to reality. When given stimulus, Draco was prone to flashbacks. They weren’t always of his fonder memories; they tended to be memories from the middle of the war, when he had felt like he would never be free of Voldemort’s rule.
His flashbacks were not usually a cause for concern during the day - a second or two where he would space out, easy brought back to reality by someone poking him.
Night was a different story. He constantly relived the worst moments of his life through his dreams, leaving him terrified to sleep. His mind healer had diagnosed him with a form of PTSD and anxiety, as well insomnia as a result.
Teddy took a second bite out of his biscuit, sending a fresh shower of crumbs down Draco’s shirt collar.
“Papa okay?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah, Teddy Bear. I’m okay.” He replied, gently swiping crumbs off the corner of Teddy’s mouth.
“Now, lets go see grandma.”
••••••••
The second they stepped into the room, Teddy wriggled in Papa’s arms, indicating he wanted to be let down. Once free of his Papa’s arms, he toddled over to grandma’s bedside. The hospital beds were quite high and Teddy was quite small, so when Teddy pressed himself against the side of the bed, his nose didn’t even reach the top of the mattress. He stood on his tippy toes and looked up at his grandma.
At home, Teddy would normally jump straight up onto the bed to cuddle with his Grandma, but Papa had told him he couldn’t do that anymore, because grandma was sick.
“Gran’ma?” He whispered.
His grandma sat up more and patted the space next to her. “Hop up here, love.” Her voice sounded strange to Teddy, not at all like she usually sounded like. Still, he complied, scrambling up onto the white plastic chair next to the bed then clambering onto the bed, snuggling up against his grandma.
She put an arm around him, giving him a weak, one-armed hug.
“Don’ go.” He whispered quietly.
••••••••
Draco took in the sight of his aunt lying on the bed with muted horror.
Since Draco had stayed with Teddy and Andromeda since her illness set in, he had seen the gradual worsening of her condition. Each time she had an episode, she got just a little bit worse. It wasn’t noticeable at first - a few more lines around her eyes and around the corners of her mouth. As her episodes got worse, she became so much more frail - as if she was ageing several years each time.
The woman lying on the bed was far worse than Draco had seen her.
Her skin was the same shade as the pure white bedsheets and wrinkles lined every inch of her skin. Her cheekbones were clearly visible and her eyes were sunken. Her hands did not look like they belonged to a living being, but rather to a skeleton.
It was like she had aged 30 years since he’d seen her just yesterday.
Draco could see that Teddy was uncomfortable and he almost regretted bringing him. It wasn’t right for him to see his grandma like this, especially while in a hospital. Teddy seemed to be on the verge of tears and Draco knew that being in the hospital was taking its toll on him.
But Draco also knew that it would not be right for them not to see each other one last time, when they had been the only person the other had for so long.
Draco walked towards the bed and sat down on the chair before enveloping his aunt and cousin in his arms.
His aunts frail hand came up to his face, her skin cold and her fingers trembling. “Take.” She began, her voice raspy and hoarse. “Take good care of him.” She managed a fragile smile before looking down at Teddy.
She placed two shaky fingers under his chin and gently tilted his head up. “I love you so much Teddy Bear. I’m so proud of you.” She whispered to him, placing a kiss on his forehead.
Teddy nodded and flung his tiny arms around her, hugging her firmly, yet gently.
They sat in silence for a minute or two, the only sound being the irregular beeps from the heart monitoring charm. Draco and Andromeda, alongside several Weasleys, had said their goodbyes already, so they had no need for any words.
With great reluctance, Draco tapped Teddy on the shoulder and opened his arms to him. “It’s time to go now Teddy Bear.” He whispered, barely holding back his tears. There was no way he could have Teddy stay for much longer, it would only cause him so much more unnecessary distress. He also had no intention of having Teddy watch his grandma die.
Unsurprisingly, Teddy all but threw himself at Draco, hugging him tightly, tears streaming down Draco’s neck.
From the bed, Andromeda have them both a soft yet sad smile. “I love you both.” She murmured.
Draco leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her heavily lined forehead. “I love you too.”
He stepped away from the bed, tears burning in his eyes as he walked to the door.
As the door closed behind them, Draco heard the telltale sound of the heart monitoring charm flatlining