A.N. Just a random short idea I had which I did in two stages, so it's not exactly what I had wanted from the start.
Nothing belongs to me!
It's been a year. I thought to myself as I looked down at the headstone. I'm only here for the children. I reminded myself. Stupid brats.
I stood there in the wizarding cemetery and the section dedicated to the war heroes, both those who died during battle and in the years after.
Hermione Jane Malfoy
Loving wife and mother
Assisted in the defeat of Voldemort and in the return of the wizarding world to its natural state
We will forever love and remember you
The children were crying for their mother. Scorpius was ten and would be going to Hogwarts in September. Our son Severus – named after my godfather who had perished during the war – would be eight next week. And finally our little daughter, Anne who was 'six and a half'. They all missed their mother terribly, but it's un-Malfoy-like to show grief.
'Let's go.' I said emotionlessly as I began to walk back to the building which included a fireplace which was connected to the floo network. I had to leave that place before I did something that a Malfoy surely should not do.
We got back to the house and I automatically started making my way towards my office. Walking through the foyer, I heard Scorpius running up behind me and calling for his father. I turned around to him and before I realised what had happened, I had pushed him to the floor. He looked up at me with big eyes, frightened. I saw the other two in the corner of my eye as I stared down at my eldest son.
Suddenly I realised what had happened. And I knew that it had to stop. My grief couldn't escape through violence. I had to correct whatever it was that had gone wrong. I needed to thaw the ice I had become. For Hermione's sake.