OK Short and sweet. I own nothing.
It is raining outside, depressingly. It's the sort of day when you know bad news was coming. Draco Malfoy is sitting at the Slytherin table trying to build his life back up. In a matter of weeks his life had been destroyed. The war had come and killed his father, his fellow housemates and the headmaster of Hogwarts, but somehow he had managed to survive.
As he sat sipping his pumpkin juice, the owl post arrives. An official letter addressed to him lands right in front of his face. Scowling, he picks up the letter and reads.
Dear Draco,
I am truly sorry to have to tell you in writing, but without Lucius I cannot survive this cruel world, nor can I keep going. The ministry will be coming for me next and I do not want a life of imprisonment. So I am gone. I will never be able to come back. No, I have not run away but I have died. I am sorry.
Love Narcissa
A joke. That is the first thing that runs through his head, but as Draco tries to stuff the letter back into the envelope he finds a Paperwhite Narcissus petal, his mother's favorite flower. That is when it hits him. This is no joke, but reality.