You First Believed

Becky Malfoy sat on the two-person swing in the backyard, staring into space, remembering that article in the Daily Prophet that had changed her life forever. She could still remember the exact words in the headline. "SPY FOR DUMBLEDORE CAUGHT AND KILLED BY DEATH-EATERS" The headline flashed in front of her eyes. And underneath the headline had been a picture of her Draco. She often imagined him sitting next to her on this very swing, arm draped over her shoulders, stargazing with her.

~How many times did I pray

~You'd find me

~How many wishes on a star

~Gazing off into the dark

~Dreaming I'd see your face

~Safe at home unafraid

~Captured in your embrace

She looked down at her two children, Damon and Harmony (both owned by Argenteus Draco). Her eyes rested on Damon. He reminded her so much of his father. Silvery-blonde hair, a small build, which made him an excellent Quidditch player, pale skin, and a strong dislike for anyone named Parkinson, though Becky suspected that that came from both her and Draco. She looked up, furiously trying to blink back tears.

~So many times

~When my heart was broken

~Visions of you

~Would keep me strong

~You were with me all along

~Guiding my every step

~You are all that I am

~And I'll never forget

She had originally been a teacher at Hogwarts, but not anymore. She had become an Auror. She would still be a teacher, but for the fact that Death- Eaters had killed her husband. Now she spent her days hunting down the ones that had done it. Draco had once said to her, "You're a great person, and you'll do great things. I know you will." And so she had.

~It was you who first believed

~In all that that I was made to be

~It was you looking in my eyes

~You held my hand

~And showed me life

~And I've never been the same

~Since you first believed

When Draco had been alive, there had been hundreds of times when he could have been caught. She had known that it was going to happen one day. But she hadn't expected it to be his own father that turned him in. Lucius Malfoy had taken out a piece of her soul. Now she felt like she was lost and alone, in the dark, with no one to turn to for help.

~There were times

~When I'd thought I'd lost you

~Fearing forever was a dream

~But it wasn't what it seemed

~Placing your hand in mine

~You could see in the dark

~You were guiding my heart

Becky put Damon and Harmony to bed, then returned to her seat on the swing. She sat there for about an hour, gazing up at the stars. Then she saw it. The constellation, Draco, was directly above her. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. (It's not going where you think it's going, so keep reading) At least, it felt like a hand. She turned around to see who it was and clapped a hand to her mouth. "Hello, Becky," he said quietly." It was Draco. And yet, it wasn't. He had a pale, golden glow around him, and his voice sounded far off, almost like an echo.

"But- but-," she stammered, "But you're dead!" He nodded. "Yes, I am dead. This is my ghost," he said pointing to himself, and indicating the glow around him with the other hand. 'Ghost?' she thought, 'More like an angel!' She stared at the ghost-Draco in disbelief. "Becky, I need to tell you something, now, I'm running out of time. No matter where I am, what I am, dead or alive, I will still love you." Becky felt a few hot tears drip down her cheek.

~It was you who first believed

~In all that I was made to be

~It was you looking in my eyes

~You held my hand

~And you showed me life

~And I've never been the same

~Since you first believed

Draco's ghost reached out to touch her face. But his hand passed right through. Becky knew she was about to cry. Then he started to fade. "Draco, wait!" she called, "Why can't you stay?!" He didn't answer her. Instead he told her, "Remember what I told you." His voice grew fainter with every second. And then he was gone. She couldn't stop herself. She cried.

~How many times did I pray

~You'd find me

~How many wishes on a star