A/N: Hey guys! So I'm back with this story and i am so sorry its taken me so long. anyways for those of you who have read this, its the exact same ill be uploading new chapters today though! I promise! (:
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Light was fading behind the skyline, with the darkness a chill was setting in among the empty headstones, all that remains of people whom once walked, laughed, and loved. The cold that had settled in made the man shiver; he sat on the grass staring at a headstone that barred two names, two people taken way too soon. Though he knew he should he couldn't bring himself to leave, this was all he had left of the only woman he loved and the beautiful son she had given him. Sighing the man got up, touched the headstone and removed his wand from inside his robes, without much thought white and blue roses appeared at the base of the stone, looking just as beautiful as ever it was all a lie, the beauty of the flowers would fade the petals fall off and the stem wither and be blown away by the wind. None of this mattered nothing mattered, no one could understand the pain he felt the numbness we woke with every morning, forcing himself into his office never once really meeting the eyes of anyone he passed. People generally left him alone, didn't ask questions or bother him unless they had to letting him wallow in self pity over something he could not change. Little did he know things were about to look up for this stunning young man.
She sat in the same spot she had for the past two weeks, how could this have happened? No one saw this happening to her husband and their beautiful baby girl, out for a stroll in diagon ally, when someone experimenting with a new spell to of all things, cure all illnesses killed her husband and her two year old baby. How could this happen? That was all she could think, she ate only when someone made her. She never talked; there was a pain and emptiness every morning when she woke. The house she now sat in was nothing more than a shell for false happiness, a place once so full of love and laughter now made her want to cry, every inch of this home held a memory of the life she had built with her husband. There was nothing anyone could say- though they tried- to make her feel any better. She didn't shower change or want to do any of those things without her old life back. When she had first learned the news she did everything in her power to get her hands on a time turner, if only she could stop them from going at least for ten minutes they'd be safe they would come home and her life would be perfect, but everyone told her it was against the law and she had to accept what had happened. How can someone accept putting your husband and daughter in the ground? With nothing more than a piece of stone bearing their names to remember them by, no she would not accept this, she could not accept this.
The fire that burned in her minutes ago has simmered down to a mere nothingness. All the brunette can do is sit in her closet smelling the clothes of her husband and crying, she doesn't hear when her best friend comes up the stairs, or into her bedroom, and she only vaguely feels him pull her into his lap whispering in her ear about how it's all going to be ok. No it won't she thought, it will never be ok. She didn't know how long she sat there only that it felt like forever before her eyes started to droop and she let herself fall into a deep sleep, away from all the pain and into her husband's arms once more.
The tall blond man walked with his head down, he didn't need to see where he was going he knew these streets better than he ought to, due to nights he couldn't sleep and couldn't bear to see the look on all the people's faces, their happiness when all he wanted to do is punch them in the face. No instead he kept his head down, and therefore memorizing his way home from just about anywhere he dared walk. It didn't take long for him to reach his house, this was not the same house he owned with his wife and son, no he had sold that months ago, held to many memories and wasn't healthy for him to stay there. Instead now, he owned a one bedroom house so small most newlyweds didn't even want it, but it suited him well. Though no one knew that, he kept his emotions to himself, and never once did he even try to make conversation or get attached to anyone. Unlocking his door and wandering into the hallway, he realized how tired he was it had been a long day and all he wanted was the comfort of his bed, his blankets and the dreams he knew awaited him. Without even changing out of his day outfit Draco Malfoy fell back into the warm embrace only his wife could offer.
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