DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in the following text; all credit goes to Jo Rowling.

Some will stop at nothing for revenge...

FRACTURED

Narcissa Malfoy saw it all happen in slow motion; seconds before the actual event, too. Her son, clad in the red and gold uniform of Manchester United, was about to score the game winning goal with less than two minutes left in the match. He was in the perfect spot, at the perfect time, and victory was certain to all…. namely that damn American right behind him playing for Chelsea.

She, being in the very front row V.I.P. seats, had the perfect view of Number 25 as his eyes burned with renewed passion and he made his move. Just as Draco was in mid-kick, his right foot less than a meter from the ball, the man slammed his soccer cleat into her son's lower calf. The action was perfectly timed; Draco's immensely powerful kick met the ground, an immovable object, rather than the light-weight soccer ball. She could almost hear his Tibia crack. She was sure she heard his loud gasp of surprise….

But she saw the blood; there was no imagining the blood. It ran down his leg into his shoes from the severed Achilles tendon. He fell flat on his stomach before curling up and clutching his leg, which was bent at an odd, unnatural angle.

Only the enraged referee nearby managed to snap her out of her slo-mo daze.

"RED CARD‼ NUMBER 25‼ OUTTA THE GAME‼"

The short-haired brunette girl screaming this was only channeling part of Narcissa's grief.

It was then she realized that she had a death grip on her husband's hand.

"Lucius…" She whispered. He hadn't moved this whole time; he was frozen just like her.

"It appears that Number 25, Brian Fox, has been ejected from the game. Very, very poor sportamanship demonstrated just now. Instant replay on the JUMBOTRON; we'll see if we can catch the damage on screen…."

She didn't want to see; she'd already seen enough.

"I know." Lucius whispered back gravely.

He stood up, swung a leg over the railing, and jumped down onto the field, stopping only to help Narcissa down with him. They sprinted towards the huge crowd gathered around the very injured Draco Malfoy.

"SIR‼ EXCUSE ME, YOU CAN'T JUST CHARGE THROUGH THE BLOODY FIELD‼ A GAME'S IN PROCESS‼"

They ignored the brunette referee and the many others that tried to halt them.

"Dammit, STOP‼ Are we gonna have to call the cops?"

My baby's hurt my baby's hurt my baby's hurt my baby….

"YOU TWO STOP‼ THIS IS BLOODY RIDICULOUS‼"

My baby my poor bab-

"Number 12, Draco Malfoy, receiving medical attention on the turf as we speak…."

One of the security guards, a huge bald man finally succeeded in grabbing Narcissa's arm and held her firmly.

"Ma'am, we're going to have to escort you off the premises in light of-"

That's when she finally snapped.

"BOLLOCKS! You'll do no such thing; he's my son‼"

Narcissa pointed at the huddle with her free hand, which Lucius was still clinging to, to reiterate her statement. With that, all formal regulations were forgotten; the guard gave her a short nod and released her arm. Without a second to spare, the couple tore off for their son. They cleared the remaining twenty meters to the group of players and medics in record time and began pushing through them frantically.

"…It seems as though the parents are now on the scene…."

"Davies, it's really bad! Get me some more morphine!"

"…ohmygodohmygod…hurtssofuckingbad‼" Draco could be heard moaning

"THAT'S MY SON‼ GET OUT OF MY WAY‼"

Lucius got there before she did and crouched down next to him, partially blocking her view.

"Lucius, how is he…."

She trailed off when she saw his leg.

The bone was jutting out of the skin at a disgustingly sharp angle. The rest of Draco's right leg was drenched in blood all the way up to mid thigh, as well as the surrounding patch of grass. His face was what bothered her the most, however; it was screwed up in a way that accurately displayed the amount of pain he was in. He shook with nerve-wracking sobs as he stared down at his mutilated leg. Lucius's tight grip on his left hand was doing very little to slow her son's quaking, as he was shaking just as badly.

"Drake, it'll be okay." He whispered soothingly to him.

And that's when her heart broke for him. Narcissa slipped quickly to where his head lay and sat down. She very gently raised his head so that it could rest in her lap. He calmed slightly, but kept repeating those quiet, heartbreaking words.

"I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm-ohmygodohmygodohmygod‼"

She grabbed his other hand, to both comfort and restrain him, as the medics returned and began to sterilize his wounds.

"Draco, it's going to hurt, but it must be-"

"Shut the fuck up and do your job." Lucius snapped at the female medic who had begun to speak to the trembling, whimpering Draco.

She raised her eyebrows at his rudeness, but didn't rise to his insult; she merely refocused on cleaning the gashes on Draco's leg. Narcissa understood his short tempered-ness all too well; they'd made a deal with the devil and were now powerless to watch its effects.

As if on cue, a hand clapped onto her shoulder. Already knowing who it was, Narcissa slowly turned and glared daggers at Kingsley Shacklebolt's tall form. He just smiled down at her.

"Glad to see you're following the terms of our agreement." He stated proudly in his deep voice.

She didn't respond; the words exchanged in their meeting four months ago were ringing in her head, clouding her thoughts.

"Minister Shacklebolt, I assure you, we've a completely new outlook on Muggles and their culture. Draco's tried for and is playing for Manchester United this season. We intend on going to every game." Lucius stated proudly before sipping from his glass of brandy.

Narcissa smiled proudly and nodded, hoping it would convince Kingsley.

No dice.

"I'm afraid that won't be enough for most to believe you've changed and keep you out of Azkaban." The new Minister stated nonchalantly while stirring his tea.

Both Malfoys clutched their respective glasses and gritted their teeth.

"What would be enough?" Narcissa spat after a brief silence.

With a thoughtful smirk, Kingsley looked up at the two for a long ten seconds.

"You must agree to the terms that Draco will be treated like any other member of this Football club…. And you must be true to these terms."

"Yes. Done. It's a deal." Lucius gritted out.

"I mean everything; no using magic to cheat, gain access to privileges the other players don't have, to heal an injury…. EVERYTHING, Lucius. Understand? Your son is now a regular, Muggle athlete. Got it?"

"Got it." The parents again gritted through their teeth.

"Keep this up, and all of the Wiznagmot will be eager to ignore their original proposal of a lifetime sentence in Azkaban for your husband." Kingsley's elaboration snapped her out of her brief flashback.

Narcissa only glared harder and shock his hand off of her, turning back to her now heavily sedated son.

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"Ya knoooww…. I don't feel ANYTHING‼" Draco slurred as two paramedics raised his gurney from the ground with a jolt.

"…'Cept for that. I felt that."

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy? Your son is going to have to go straight into surgery as soon as we arrive. I'm afraid you can't go with him into surgery; we'll allow you to ride with him in the back of the ambulance. Any questions?" The male paramedic asked as the gurney was moved a short distance to the ambulance.

"Yes," Lucius butted in, seeing that Narcissa was too dazed and uninterested to reply, ",why the hell does he have to have that neck…. thing on?"

All three of them- Lucius, Narcissa, and the medic- all looked back at the boy on the gurney. His injured leg was suspended in a metal brace held together with several screws while his neck was covered by a hard plastic brace. Draco seemed unaware of their stares, content with examining his fingers that were inches from his nose.

"Just a precaution." The man said, trying to keep from smiling at his patient's casual demeanor as a result of the drugs.

Narcissa merely nodded, too emotionally drained to care anymore.

They were all quickly loaded into the back of the vehicle, Draco first, followed by his parents and the doctors. The doors were about to be shut, when once again, Kingsley appeared before the Malfoys.

"I'll be discussing this with you both tomorrow." He said grimly, eyes shifting from Lucius to Narcissa.

Lucius nodded curtly and growled silently in response before shutting the door. She took her husband's hand without a word as the ambulance took off, sirens blazing. There were several moments of silence between the three, until….

"Mummmmm? Daaaad?"

"What is it sweetheart?"

"That black dude dresses funny…. like a…. like a purple crayon‼"

They smiled weakly down at their son before they each took one of his hands.