Hello everyone! I want to give a warning so no one is triggered by anything I wrote. There is mention of death and blood, so most likely this story isn't for you. Its nothing graphic but I don't want anyone to be affected. Anyway I hope you enjoy, I haven't written fanfiction in about 2 years so I'm just trying to get back into the groove of things. If you have any questions feel free to ask and please leave a review! Thank you so much!

Something about tonight was off. The world around Draco felt...different. It was the type of oddity that caused him to end his work early and head home. He gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual as he drove down the old dirt path to his home.

Draco and his son lived in a sizable home at the very edge of town. They rarely saw the townspeople ever since the accident, and they prefered it that way. It was quiet and secluded and they could mourn in peace.

The car came to a halt as he pulled into the driveway. He looked up at his son bedroom and the feeling from before returned. Draco stepped out of the vehicle and went up to the porch. The chilly January wind gave a sudden gust and the front door was thrown open. Draco lost feeling in his lower half and his knees buckled beneath him.

He knocked himself back to his senses and ran inside yelling, "Scorpious! Annie?" He ran up the stairs and into the baby's bedroom. As soon as the door opened the smell of blood hit him and caused him to fall backward in agony.

They...They couldn't be…

No.

No

He caught a glimpse of his son and the sitter huddling in the corner of the room, completely lifeless and staring back at him with a certain longing.

Draco screamed and the sound of sirens echoed behind him. He ran to the bodies and gripped them both in his arms. "Wake up! Wake up! Annie! Who did this to you? Please Scorpius, stop playing!"

He couldn't form a coherent thought. He felt nothing but pain. The last thing he remembered was the sound of men running up the stairs and his own voice...

"Please don't leave me."

Three months before

"Daddy! Daddy!" Scorpius babbled as he slowly walked over to Draco. The two year old was carrying a stack of leaves from the backyard to the big pile Draco had created with the rake. Draco smiled and set the rake down, he let Scorpius set the leaves down before scooping him up into his arms.

"Good job Scorp! I'm so proud of you!" Draco exclaimed, kissing the boy affectionately on the cheek. The boy squealed and hugged Draco around the neck. "You hungry? Mama should be home soon, let's go inside."

Scorpius allowed his dad to carry him inside and to the kitchen. He heard the garage door open and the car coming down the street. He grinned widely and set Scorpius down. "I'm gonna go help your mother in. Stay here."

Draco patted the boy's hair and went outside to the front sidewalk. It all happened so fast.

Astoria got out of the car and out of nowhere another car came speeding down the forest preserve path. It shouldn't have of been there. Why did have to show up?

The car hit Astoria and sent her lifeless body flying into the grass. Draco screamed and ran to the body, not searching for the car that sped off. Scorpoius must have heard the scream since the little boy came running out of the house.
"Mama? Daddy!" The boy stopped at the sight of his mother, surrounded in a pool of blood. Draco got up and grabbed him. He put his hands over the baby's eyes.

"Scorpious. Please, don't look," he hugged his son tightly. "It's not good"

Four months later

There had been a witness that night. They called the police station claiming to have seen Draco walking into the house with a weapon that night.

Draco hadn't said a word the whole trial. They easily found him guilty, and placed on death row.

A few weeks later, Draco found himself in his third, and final cell. The jail he was staying at was surrounded by miles of wire and chain. No one ever had escaped from this prison. There wasn't a point after all.

Draco managed to sleep fifteen minutes the night he arrived before being woken by the sound of screams of the prisoners and the sounds of men calling for him. He quietly curled up in a ball and waited for the morning.

He was jolted to his feet by a guard who shoved a tray into his room. Draco glanced at the food and rolled over towards the wall. Nothing made sense. His family had just moved into the small town in Pennsylvania, so why had they been targeted. Had his wife's death really been an accident. And who had managed to sneak into their home?

The thoughts swirled in his mind and he didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep. At midday, a guard came in and pulled him to his feet.

Draco snapped and yanked himself out of his grip, "Stop! Where are you taking me?"

The guard lunged for him again and pinned his arms behind his back, "Shut your trap and do as I say."

Draco gave up and didn't look up as they walked through the prison. Other men banged on their cell doors and began to shout profanities at him.

"Hey pretty boy!"

"Kill your kid?! Fucking pervert!"

Draco spat in their direction and the guard pressed a baton hard into his back, "Move it!"

They walked up a large staircase and up into a large office. The guard sat Draco in a wooden chair and handcuffed his arms to the armrests. "The warden will be right out." The guard left the room and stood outside the office door. Draco swallowed heavily and looked around,would today be the day he was sent to the chair? They said he had time before he was executed. Then again, you never knew when you were in prison.

Time passes slowly while you're locked up. An eternity can pass before your eyes and you would never notice. Draco supposed he didn't mind being on death row. The faster it happened, the faster he could be with his family.

He looked at the desk in front of him. There was a plaque with the name, Harry J. Potter, written on it. Another door swung open and the Warden stepped out. Draco was overwhelmed with the smell of cigarettes and a spicy cologne. He breathed in deeply and looked in the direction of the door. The Warden was a man much shorter than Draco was. He had wild, messy hair that flew in every direction possible. His green eyes were vibrant and entrancing, but hidden behind hideous round glasses. The man took a drag of his cigarette and blew in the direction of the open window. He sat behind the oak desk and looked Draco over.

"Draco Malfoy...Ah yes.. The man who slaughtered his baby and the sitter.." The warden went through files before setting them down and getting up. He sat up on the desk in front of Draco and crossed his legs. "So..Mr. Malfoy. I have to ask. Did you do it?"

A million thoughts passed through Draco's head. He was overwhelmed by the very man who had him locked behind bars. He was attractive, and mysterious and so...powerful.. Draco shook himself back to reality.. No. These thoughts made him a monster. How could he think these things while he was in the middle of a crisis. For godsake, his family was dead and he was to blame.

He looked up at the man and took a deep breath, "I may have. And I may have not. But it doesn't matter. They're gone and no one would believe me."

Harry took another drag of his cigarette. "Hm. Well...I've never heard that answer before. Everyone's innocent if you ask." Harry got up, "What was your job before you came here?"

Draco shifted in his seat, "I was a writer." He was beginning to grow impatient, why did any of this matter. He was nothing. He was a murderer in their eyes.

"Alright. I guess I'll place you as an assistant. I need someone to file my papers," Harry said, standing up and started signing papers. "I believe I can trust an educated man to not mess up my receipts." For a second, Draco felt something different. As if he had met this man in another life.

The guard returned and uncuffed Draco. With a final glance at the Warden, Draco left with the guard to return to his cell. Perhaps if he fell asleep now, he would wake up and everything would go back to normal.

Of course, nothing would ever normal again.