Just another random thing that popped into my mind.
When he took his last breath, Draco Malfoy was smiling. If you could ignore the tears running down his face, his cut up and dirty robes, and the lights flashing around him as bodies dropped to the ground, he could even say he died peacefully. Maybe peacefully is not the right word considering what was happening at the moment. Maybe the right word was content.
And that was correct. Draco Malfoy died content on May 2, 1998.
However, the next moment he opened his eyes, waves of despair filled his body.
He sat up in the hospital bed and looked around. His arms were shaking and so he crossed them across his chest. The tremors remained. He appeared to be in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. However, that couldn't be because the room should have been filled with injured bodies and nurses. Unless of course the Dark Lord won. But then, he wouldn't be alive either.
That one thought remained in the front of his mind. He shouldn't be alive. No matter which side won, he rightfully should have been dead.
The sound of footsteps alerted Draco to another's company. He turned around and saw the figure of Madam Pomfrey coming towards him.
"You shouldn't be up!" She said. The Nurse quickly pushed Draco back onto laying position on his bed. "Honestly, they should just ban Quidditch with how many—" She cut herself off when she found Draco's form shaking.
"What's wrong, dear. Where does it hurt?" She immediately waves her wand, trying to find out what the problem was. When she couldn't find anything, she waited patiently for Draco to answer her.
Draco laughed. It was a full blown laugh that shook his body and made tears form at his eyes. But, there was not a hint of laughter there. Pomfrey was starting to get worried when Draco spoke up. He looked directly at her and asked,
"Why am I still alive?"
Pomfrey looked at Draco startled. "What—?" Then, she immediately rushed out of the room in search of anti-depression potions.
The door to the room opened to admit a boy with messy black hair and another boy with bright red hair. They had a worried look in their eyes as they entered the room. They didn't notice Draco and went straight to Madam Pomfrey.
"Is Draco okay?" Ron Weasly asked. He looked a tad guilty.
"You said he had a really bad concussion." Harry said. "Is he going to have... problems?"
Ron gulped. It would be his fault. He was the one who knocked Draco off his broom 150 meters off the ground and into of the "non-existent" boulders.
"I'm not sure, Harry," Madam Pomfrey said shaking her head. "He's physically fine, but he was acting weirdly. He's still awake I would think. Why don't you talk to him? You're his brother, you would know him best."
Harry nodded went to see Draco. But, when he saw him, he started getting worried. Draco looked a bit off...
"Brother? Harry Potter is not my brother." And, Draco laughed again. And everyone could agree, he sounded a little mad. "What happened? Did the Dark Lord finally drive you mad?"
Ron and Harry looked at each other. They had a different opinion of just who was mad.
"I think I'm gonna owl Dad, after all. Sorry Ron." Harry remarked. Ron nodded and turned a funny shade of green.
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And um... anyone willing to adopt?