A/N: This fic was inspired by the song Windy Nights, and the music along with it, which was written seperately. This is the prologue to another Draco/Ginny A/U fic I'm in the process of writing. If you want to view the lyrics to this song, I've got it up on my site. Just go to http://www.city-slang.net/windynights.txt
Dedication: This was written for all of the reviewers on You're Such An Inspiration, because if it weren't for you, I'd never have been inspired to write this.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling, and other companies which also have their own greedy hands on HP.
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe what he saw before him. His wife lay dead on the bed, and his five year old son was close to the afterlife himself. He scooped his son up in his arms, knowing he had to get to the hospital, and ran to his horse White Raven. His son, Drake, looked up at him with his mother's eyes.
"Daddy, I feel hot."
"Just hold on son."
Draco mounted Raven, with his young son cradled in his arms. He took off, praying harder then he had ever prayed in his life.
'I have already lost my wife. Don't let me lose my son.'
And he rode through the woods, as the moon and stars shown through the trees. The wind howled through, and drops of rain still clinging to life on the trees from the earlier rain fell on him, chilling him to the bone. Mixed with the fear for his son's life, he felt colder then he had ever felt in his life.
"Daddy, I see a man in the woods."
"Just hold on son."
Draco wanted to just squeeze his eyes shut and curl up in a corner, but he couldn't. He had to keep riding. He had to get to the hospital. Drake's life depended on it. He wished there was at least a light to show him the way, but it was deep into the night, and the fires of the woodsmen were out for the night.
"Daddy, the man is calling to me."
"Just hold on son."
The wind enveloped him, as if determined to freeze him through and through. It blew with a vengence, making the trees howl in the night, as if crying in protest to either Draco's journey, or young Drake's battle against what was taking him. The sea sat beside him, and he could see the hospital just head, and the lone ship on it's way in, being tossed about in the water. He rode down the road with the loud gallop of his horse's hoofs adding to the dangerous lullabye that Mother Nature was trying to lure him to sleep with.
"Daddy, the man is still there. He's offering me things like candy and apples."
"Just hold on son."
That ride seemed to last forever. His son was falling in and out of conciousness, giving out quiet whimpers in his sleep. Draco murmured for him to just hold on, and rode steadily to the hospital. He could see it now, but just barely. He was going to make it! He wanted to laugh at the wind, to taunt it. It had not held him back from saving his son.
"Daddy, there's another man. He's helping me."
"Just hold on son."
And Draco and Raven made their way to the hospital as soon as possible, the wind and trees howling at them all the while. But they were there. Draco looked down at his son, and saw his eyes closed with a peaceful smile upon his face.
"Drake? Wake up Drake."
But there was nothing to wake up. Drake's life ended that day, and for all he knew, so did Draco's. His son had died, his son with his mother's eyes. He was in Heaven now, with his mother, and the angels, and God. And Draco was still here on Earth, left with two dead bodies and nothing for a soul.
Dedication: This was written for all of the reviewers on You're Such An Inspiration, because if it weren't for you, I'd never have been inspired to write this.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling, and other companies which also have their own greedy hands on HP.
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe what he saw before him. His wife lay dead on the bed, and his five year old son was close to the afterlife himself. He scooped his son up in his arms, knowing he had to get to the hospital, and ran to his horse White Raven. His son, Drake, looked up at him with his mother's eyes.
"Daddy, I feel hot."
"Just hold on son."
Draco mounted Raven, with his young son cradled in his arms. He took off, praying harder then he had ever prayed in his life.
'I have already lost my wife. Don't let me lose my son.'
And he rode through the woods, as the moon and stars shown through the trees. The wind howled through, and drops of rain still clinging to life on the trees from the earlier rain fell on him, chilling him to the bone. Mixed with the fear for his son's life, he felt colder then he had ever felt in his life.
"Daddy, I see a man in the woods."
"Just hold on son."
Draco wanted to just squeeze his eyes shut and curl up in a corner, but he couldn't. He had to keep riding. He had to get to the hospital. Drake's life depended on it. He wished there was at least a light to show him the way, but it was deep into the night, and the fires of the woodsmen were out for the night.
"Daddy, the man is calling to me."
"Just hold on son."
The wind enveloped him, as if determined to freeze him through and through. It blew with a vengence, making the trees howl in the night, as if crying in protest to either Draco's journey, or young Drake's battle against what was taking him. The sea sat beside him, and he could see the hospital just head, and the lone ship on it's way in, being tossed about in the water. He rode down the road with the loud gallop of his horse's hoofs adding to the dangerous lullabye that Mother Nature was trying to lure him to sleep with.
"Daddy, the man is still there. He's offering me things like candy and apples."
"Just hold on son."
That ride seemed to last forever. His son was falling in and out of conciousness, giving out quiet whimpers in his sleep. Draco murmured for him to just hold on, and rode steadily to the hospital. He could see it now, but just barely. He was going to make it! He wanted to laugh at the wind, to taunt it. It had not held him back from saving his son.
"Daddy, there's another man. He's helping me."
"Just hold on son."
And Draco and Raven made their way to the hospital as soon as possible, the wind and trees howling at them all the while. But they were there. Draco looked down at his son, and saw his eyes closed with a peaceful smile upon his face.
"Drake? Wake up Drake."
But there was nothing to wake up. Drake's life ended that day, and for all he knew, so did Draco's. His son had died, his son with his mother's eyes. He was in Heaven now, with his mother, and the angels, and God. And Draco was still here on Earth, left with two dead bodies and nothing for a soul.