Written for Sam as a Thanksgiving present, using one of her OTP pairings Lucius and Hermione.
Hogwarts.A study of magical healing: Skele-Gro-Task:Write about someone getting over an injury(physical or emotional).
Word count: 652
The man looked at the grave in front of him and for the first time in years, he smiled upon seeing the headstone. There was written Narcissa Malfoy, mother, wife and sister.
"I am alright now,Cissa. I still miss you, I think I will always miss you and a part of me will always love you, but now I have moved on. She helped me to move on, Cissa. Would you approve? Draco says you would, but I wonder. She is a muggleborn, you know, but she is amazing. Brilliant even. And I love her, trully and deeply. She makes me happy, as I hadn't been in years, since you had died. She changed me too. I am no longer the same bitter man I was. I had blamed her for your death, for being a poor healer, I had raged and screamed at her, but she hadn't moved an inch and she had stood there and let me free myself of everything. Soon I had cried too. And she had held me and comforted me like no other. Not even Draco. He was too lost in his own grieve to help me. But she did and she continues to help me. And I hope she will until the day I die.
I don't know how I would have survived without her. She had stopped me from killing the bastards who had taken you away from me; most certainly I would have gone to Azkaban for it. But our relationship didn't start there, but much later. She still was married to that Weasley at the point. Still that hadn't stoppped her for helping me, for being my friend, for just being there for me. I know you probably know this Cissa, but I have to tell you. Hermione says it will free me once and for all. She said that it helped her too. Isn't it curios? She healed and moved on before me, even if she suffered the loss of her husband after me. He had been killed too, but by a rogue dragon," at this point he stopped, keeping a moment of silence for the late husband of his fiancée. He may have not liked the man, or even the family, but he had grown to respect him, them. He was after all the man that Hermione had been married to and had been in love with for years. His loss had been devastating for his then friend, but she had pulled through,
"Unfortunately, I wasn't the one to help her" he said out loud, laying a bouquet of white roses on his wife's grave." I was still too blinded by my own grieve to help her. Now I've realized how selfish I had been. I should have been there for her as she had been for me, but I couldn't. I tried, but Cissa, I still missed you too much. Only recently I found the power to move on and I finally have gathered up my courage and proposed to her. She accepted it. She had been long ready for this step,I was the one who wasn't. But I did it, Cissa. I know that you would probably chastise me for it; it shouldn't gave taken you years to move on,Lucius, you would say. But it did take that long to move on. But now I am free, I feel free and I am going to marry her. And now I've told you everything."
"Are you ready to leave now,love?" asked Hermione, who had stood behind him while he talked with his wife, supporting him quietly.
"Yes, I guess I am." He said and took her hand in his.
A chapter of his life had ended, but another one has just begun, one full of love and hope.
And they will write it together.
