Disclaimer: Things that belong to J.K. Rowling are hers and hers alone this is just me playing with her toys

A/N- Well this is my first story please be kind, I could use help I'm not sure where we are headed but I'll cross that when I get there but I have a small idea. I posted this earlier and had a very good tip so I went back and hoped I fixed it. If anyone would like to Beta please feel free to contact me please!

Chapter 1: The webs we weave

It's dark, the smell of rot on the wind, as he shifts trying to move. His mind foggy from a sharp pain somewhere below his ribs. Blood pools around him as his grey eyes fight to open. Squinting against the bright harsh light willing himself to stay wake pleading that someone will notice him here amongst the dead. Screams fill his ears as he sees flashes of red and green.

"Malfoy!?" He hears his name far off but feels warmth on his face he wants to keep that warmth as he is fading.

"Malfoy can you hear? Malfoy!?" He hears the desperation in the voice to weak to respond he trys to open his eyes but the light is still to strong.

With one last attempt using as much strength as he could muster he mutters "Save them" as darkness drags him away.

In the darkness he hears voices, screams, feels the agony of those who no longer walk among the living. Through the fog in the far distances...

Beep... Beep.. Beep... "Clear!" Beep... Beep... "Damit!? Again. Clear!?" Beep.. Beep.. Beep.

As the feeling of being pulled hits Draco he lets go and the darkness is once again filled with quite. Was he in limbo the pain isn't so bad here only if he could stay but, Draco knew he didn't deserve this peace of all the things he has done. Walking in this never ending night no stars or moon to drive it away. Loneliness, Solitude, Longing. As Draco sits in this darkened room his life playing out before him going in slow motion all the unforgivable things he has done. The tears won't come but he sobs anyway.

Just when he has almost given in to the dark this orb floats gently down beside him. Draco reaches out to grab it as his fingers close around it he is jerked out of the darkness. Ever so slowly his eyes start to open he hears someone yelling.

"He is waking up get the healer." Draco sees nothing but light and feels warmth in his hand. As if an angel wrapped in holy light appears before him.

"Draco? Draco can you hear me?" As if on impulse Draco closes his hand around that radiating heat as if clinging to a shore cliff for dear life.

Draco's body jerks as the pain reaches his senses. Screams are heard coming from his mouth.

"Stop, please stop.. too. much. pain." At the sounds of his torturous screams nothing else could be heard beyond it. As the darkness takes him it's soothing and warm no screams or voices just black.

"Draco, darling can you hear me? It's your mother, son please come back to me. The Dark Lord has been defeated there's nothing that can harm you now. Please love your all I have left." Narcissa sat crying at her son's side pleading with him to fight to leave the darkness behind. Draco could hear her wanting to show some sign that he had but he just wasn't strong screams are slowly creeping back into his mind of all the ones who died that night.

"Please! No! I have a family they need me. Please don't kill me! Aghhhhh..." green flashes before his eyes as the body of a woman falls limp in front of him.

"How could you do that father? What if that was my mother your wife? You can't kill in cold blood what has she done to deserve that?" Draco lashed out at his father.

Lucius turned to his son and sneered "She lived Draco, she was less than dirt the scum of the earth. Someday, and that day will be soon son you will take your rightful place above muggles and mudbloods alike. The Dark Lord will call upon you to take his mark. You shall take it and be proud of your blood line."

Lucius turned and was swept away like a cloud of somke. The smoke was churning different images through his mind each passing faster than the last until one image. One picture of pure beauty of everything right and good in this world stayed. He kept that in his mind only way to hang onto her the brightest thing he could hold was his love for this one woman. A week had past with no change in his condition. Healers came and went to check for change but as they told Narcissa this was up to Draco to pull through. When Draco's mother wasn't there an unlikely person would come sit and read to him.

"Excuse me but visiting hours are over miss" The healer had said. "Oh.. I'm sorry I'll just go then."

Hermione placed her hand in his and leaned over to place a kiss on his hair line.

"Granger."Draco groaned while closing his hand around hers.

Hermione turned to the healer "He just said my name. Is he waking up?"

"Miss i really need you to leave so i can check him." She tried to remove her hand but he held her firmly. "Granger... n-no you can't have her! Take me!" Draco was thrashing on his bed.

"Nooo... Granger run!" Draco was pouring sweat.

"Miss Granger i said out now we have to calm him." The healer said sternly.

At that moment Draco sat up eyes wide mouth open in a silent scream.

"Help them." Hermione ran back to his side .

"Draco? Help who? Who needs help?" Hermione asked.

"Potter" Draco gasped.

With that he fell back shaking uncontrollably as Hermione backed away from his bed she ran for the door in search for the raven haired man.