Draco opened his eyes and at first glance he saw nothing. The room was pure white. Slowly colors and shapes started to fill the room from the edges. Soon figures filled the space that was still white. Now he had colors and shapes but nothing made sense. Slowly faces appeared on the figures. One was female, who looked panicked and the other was male, who didn't seem all that worried about the boy. They both looked familiar to Draco but he couldn't place a name with the faces. They both had long blonde hair and so did he but again he couldn't place them. Draco looked a lot like the man but still no name came to the face.
The female picked up Draco's head and cradled him to her body. His first reaction was to want to push away but her arms told him he was safe. He still couldn't place a name with her. It was a wall he was hitting in his head. The man came closer and touched the woman's hair softly but ignored the boy. It was then the boy knew who the man was, it was his father. The simple jester of ignoring him made that clear as day but he couldn't place the woman. His mother never got attention when Draco was around, his father always moved away from him. So this woman couldn't have been his mother.
"Narcissa he is gone," Draco's father gave a faint whisper. He wouldn't cry or even show sorrow but you could hear it in his voice. "He is dead, there is nothing we can do."
Draco was confused by this, dead? He was looking at them, he wasn't' dead. He could hear them and see them. He wasn't dead. Draco looked at himself and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He looked whole and in once piece. Then he noticed that he wasn't breathing, his eyes were closed, and he looked paler then normal. He stepped back and he could see through himself. He was dead after all. How? How could he be dead? He looked around and saw no one but the two people that were already there. Something was missing, he wouldn't just die randomly.
"Why was he killed," the woman sniffled then looked up at the man. "Why?" She was on the brink of tears again. She ran a hand through the dead boy's hair. The tears started to flow down her cheeks in a faster pace then before.
"We may never know," the man sighed wit ha heavy heart. "The Dark lord works in mysterious ways."
"But our only son," tears fell on the boys face as she cried.