Fluffy one-shot filled with cliché's. Don't say I didn't warn you:)
Narcissa Malfoy stood alone. She was tiered, exhausted really, and in pain, both physically and mentally. The physical pain she could bear. She had withstood the dark lord's punishment
before. The mental pain, however, the pain that was etched in her heart and soul were driving her insane. The dark lord's dismay with her family over the last few weeks had been
unpleasant, but acceptable. She had lived through it. What had broken her heart though was watching her son as he struggled with fear and hurt. She had wanted to protect him, keep him
safe. Now, Draco was missing. Her son was missing.
Narcissa didn't notice her husband's arrival before she felt his arms around him. For a few seconds she let him hold her. She knew she was as tired and in as much pain, if not more, as she
was. For a few seconds they held each other and felt comfort in each other's arms. The world stopped turning. Then Narcissa pulled away. She was overcome with a sudden rage towards
Lucius. "This is all your fault. You bastard! He's hurting because of you. He could be dead because of you" Narcissa shrieked, while her tiny fists repeatedly hit her husband's chest.
Lucius remained silent. He merely wrapped his arms around her again, tighter this time as his wife suddenly collapsed raked with sobs. She didn't need to clarify who he was. Lucius knew
very well who she was talking about. He was worried about Draco too. He inwardly flinched at her words. They only stung because they were true. He should have never gotten Draco
involved. Lucius too had seen the changes in him since the incident with Dumbledore. Never before had he seen his son so frightened, dejected and quiet than he had the last few weeks.
The past 16 years, Lucius had looked forward to the day when the dark lord would return. Now however, all he wanted was to be reunited with his son. Narcissa was slowly quieting in his
arms. He could her murmur "I want him back, I want my baby back" before going completely silent.
Later:
Draco Malfoy sat in the great hall. He was looking blankly ahead, not paying attention to what was going on in front of him. Crabbe was dead. His parents were probably dead. Goyle was
god knew where and all around people were grieving. Draco felt all alone, he was all alone. As soon as people came to their senses, he would be out on the street. He could feel tears
rolling down his cheeks as horrible flashes of death and horror played before his eyes. Someone sat down in front of him. He couldn't see who. He was blinded by tears, shock and grief.
Strong arms wrapped around him and he felt someone's head on his shoulder. It took a few moments before he realized it was his parents. Tears began falling more rapidly. He could hear
his parents whisper comforting words, promising him that everything was going to be okay.
The strong ungentle façade the Malfoys usually portrayed was shattered. Left was a reunited family of three, huddled together in a world seemingly consisting of chaos. They had lost
friends and family, reputation and security, yet somehow they seemed happier than ever in the face of the brave new world. They were stronger and they were going to move on, as a family
like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
