Prolouge
Spells lit the air, lightening flashed and rain fell, making even the darknest of night appear like dawn. Reaching up he snarled as he pushed his hair out of his face blinking quickly as blood threatened to stick his eyelashes together. Snarling a cleaning charm he waded through the death eaters clogging the entrance way, shoving people out of his way. There was only one person he needed to get to, his fight with Potter forgotten in favor of getting to even as he shoved through the last of the Slytherin students, his hand closing around the blond's hand his eyes widened, turning his head. And in that moment, the world splintered, and the unthinkable happened.
Harry Potter died.
A hero's death sure, but the world's hope for freedom shattered with the obsidian knife that had torn out his throat, wielded by a vengeful Dark Lord who had summarized that the boy couldn't be killed by magic, so he used a ancient knife, offering Harry Potter up as a sacrifice for his own life.
Turning-
"Uncle?"
Draco started a little as the memory of blood and thunder, turning away from the window he was staring out of to look at the girl in the doorway. "What was that Feyn?"He said smiling slightly at his niece, tilting his head. While he and Astoria had only had one son, he had adopted his wife's niece as his own, raising her as his own from the moment her parents had died.
Feyn smiled at her uncle, concern lighting blue eyes as the red headed woman crossed into his study, invading the private space that few people were allowed in. "Aunt Astoria sent me up to get ball's about to start."
Draco nodded a little studying the girl. A child, though she was steadily making the transition to woman, she had never known the war that had threatened everything, never knew how very close they'd come to being free. Despite his position as a inner circle death eater, in a world where the name Malfoy had become a byword for cruelty, he would go back and change everything.
"I'll be right down. Go on."He said watching her for a moment, ignoring the worry in her eyes as she left the room, running his fingers through his hair as he downed the last of his drink, and winced, because it tasted like ashes.
Closing his eyes for a moment he sighed, hating that this victory ball was even more bitter for what day it was on.
"Happy birthday Potter."He grumbled as he made his way towards the door, ignoring the wish in his heart that the man had lived to see what was his 37th birthday.
A/N:Yes, I'm back, with another epic story that I wrote with a friend. Credit goes to her for keeping me on track, and one of my best friends for keeping me writing.