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Astoria Malfoy's body was lying on her bed, a hand next to her head, the other on her stomach. Huge purple and green bruises could be seen on her neck. Useless to say that she wasn't breathing and her heart not beating. That's how the Aurors found her after they received an urgent firecall from her panicked husband, Draco Malfoy.

Harry Potter was staring at the body and Mafloy was staring at him. The blond man could see all the differences in the other man's appearance since the war. Not that he hadn't seen him since then. Of course he had. Draco had managed to gain back power to the family name after Voldermort's defeat, despite his parents' doings. His age and the fact that he didn't hand down Potter to Voldermort when he had the chance was what made people think he never wanted to become a Death Eater in the first place and what earned him people's pity at the beginning and then admiration once they saw what he became after some time. Because he had become one of the most influential people in the British wizarding society. He was even close to the Minister himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt really believed in Draco and that he regretted everything that happened during the war and that he had only acted like his father expected him to.

The only one who didn't believe it all was the one who had Draco's future in his hands. The one who would decide whether or not the former Death Eater had killed his wife. And right now, as he looked intently at the woman lying on the bed, the future didn't look bright for Draco Malfoy.

About ten other Aurors were examining the Manor, three in the bedroom only, the crime scene. Some gave Draco sad looks of condolences. And Draco just stood there, next to the door, looking around, his eyes unfocused, looking like a child lost in the middle of a crowd before crying for their parents. He looked without really seeing as the Aurors searched through the bedroom for clues, messing with everything, throwing clothes on the floor, books flying through the room...

One of them had already taken Draco's deposition about the circumstances in which he found the body and asked him to wait in the living room but the now widower had preferred to stay there, though himself didn't understand exactly why. Maybe he knew that Potter would be the one to make the decision whether they should take Draco to their office for questioning and maybe even arrest him for his wife's murder, and wanted to see his reaction to everything that was brought to his attention.

Draco didn't know how to feel. This was the worst day of his life since the end of the war. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now... His wife was dead and, as he looked up at Potter, he realized that he would probably be inculpated for her murder.

That was just his luck. When everything was finally okay for him, this had to happen. As if he couldn't have a normal life for once. Why did other people always have to mess up with his life ? First his parents (who were gently turning mad in Azkaban), then Voldemort and now this ! Was it too much to ask to be normal ?

He shifted on his feet, the leg his weight was on starting to feel numb. Potter turned to look at him suspiciously. Draco knew that Potter would take him to the Ministry, and he had only stared at Astoria's body for the last thirty minutes, so the grey-eyed man didn't understand why his former arch-nemesis didn't decide to leave and move on already.

But he knew Potter had been looking for an excuse to search the Manor and bring Draco to the Aurors office for questioning. So he would take the events to his advantage and try to find as much as possible about Draco. Not that he would find anything.

After some time, the raven-haired man turned to one of his colleagues and said :

"Keep searching the house with Savage, Morgan, Green and McDonald. I'll go back to the office with the others and question Mr Malfoy."

With that he turned to his former classmate and look sternly at him and almost defiantly.

"You're gonna come with me, Malfoy. I've got some questions to ask you.'

But Draco didn't answer or protest. He was staring at his wife's body, a weird look in the eye.

"What's gonna happen to her body ?' he asked

Potter had a surprised look but regained his composure quite quickly.

"We're gonna have to take it to St Mungo's where some tests will be run to determine the cause and time of death and try to find clues about what happened."

Draco nodded absently, still staring at his motionless wife.

"What happens after that ? She always wanted to be buried in her parent's property grounds."

"Well, you're the one who will have to make the decisions, though it might not be true, as you are a suspect, so her parents will have to decide in case you can't. Either way, her wish will be respected." Potter answered gently, taken aback by Malfoy's questions and surprising himself by the tone of his voice.

"We have to go now." he says more firmly.

Draco nodded again and followed Potter though the house to one of the floo and from there went to the Ministry. Draco only hoped he wouldn't be arrested for Astoria's murder. He knew that would it happen, his past wouldn't help his cause. Loads of people would feel betrayed, and fooled as if played by Draco. And really, spending the rest of his days rotting next to his parents in the infamous prison in the middle of the ocean wasn't how he had planned to spend his life.

AN : Okay, so this isn't what I usually do, but I got to admit this is fun to write.

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