Losing her

Chapter 1: Never again

Set weeks after Deathly Hallows. This will be an emotionally heavy story. Dramione down the road. I completely rewrote this story.

"I hear her scream, from down the hall

Amazing she can even talk at all

She cries to me, Go back to bed

I'm terrified that she'll wind up

Dead in his hands, She's just a woman" ~Nickleback

St. Mungo: August 28, 1998

The night was extremely peaceful, for St. Mungo's standard. Until the moment a young pale boy around 17 or 18 had apparated into the lobby. He had multiple lacerations on his face and hands, some were deeper than others. He had the body of a woman who was not moving in his arms, he was sobbing. "Somebody, please help!" A few mediwizards came to take the woman from the boy and once they did, he disapparated yet again. The St. Mungo's staff was baffled until the boy returned with an older man who also seemed lifeless. Considering both the man and woman had the same color hair has the boy, they could only the boy's parents. The older man was dead when he got there, there was nothing anyone could do for him. Unfortunately, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been called due what looked like a murder or some kind of violent crime. All the boy wanted was to go see his mother, completely ignored the fact that he had wounds that needed attention. He didn't want to talk about the attack, his sole concern was his mother. The boy ended up being Draco Malfoy. The boy that all the papers vilified with a vengeance. That was why he seemed familiar. He was the youngest serving Death Eater within The Dark Lord's ranks.

Unfortunately, the mother was drifting away as well. Draco had heard the news that his mother was also dying, he went into a crazed frenzy to get to her. Draco's face had turned a violent red as he was being restrained by multiple aurors. "JUST LET ME SEE HER!" He shouted with the desperation evident in his voice. The only thought that shot through the boy's head was that she would be gone, and he wasn't able to see her. "Let him go." Said a Gruff voice laced with sympathy. "Shacklebolt." One of the men started but got cut off. "I'm telling you Matthew, back off and let him say goodbye. Draco- your aunt is on the way." Kingsley commanded. As they released the boy, he immediately followed the healer to the closed off room that contained Narcissa's frail frame, slamming the door behind him. Slowly he laid in the bed with her. She opened her eyes and smiled as well as she could in her state. She wrapped her arms around her only son. "Dra-" she started violently coughing. "It's okay, mum."

A half an hour later had passed and Narcissa's condition gradually worsened. But still he stayed with her, he would remind her of happier times and every once in a while, she'd smile but it would only be a ghost of her normal smiles. The staff tried coaxing the boy into eating, but he refused to leave her side. There was a knock on the door, and Draco's Aunt Andromeda walked in. "Oh Cissy." As she looked at her nephew, cuddled next to his mother on the bed in near fetal position. She only knew a little of what had happened, the DMLE had told her that there was a suspected home invasion but she knew differently, it was a group of psychopathic people who would break into a house of known Death Eaters and torture the family that lived there and she did not know the entire story and that's what scared her. "Is she..." Draco shook his head. "Almost." He choked out. Andromeda walked over to the bed. Narcissa's eyes drifted over and the two sisters seemed to have a private conversation. "Please look after him." The younger sister said quietly. "Of course." Narcissa nodded and seemed at peace. She fell into a sleep.

Lucius!" She sprung up staring at the door with a smile. Draco automatically faced the door to see nobody was there. She died ten minutes later, surrounded by her son and her sister, she was finally at peace. Draco just stared at her corpse, completely shell shocked. Andromeda went to go get help. He didn't hear Andromeda leave. He just stared. She looked asleep. When he thought about the fact him and his parents were sleeping not too long ago, it made him tear up. He began to let himself start thinking about the attack at Malfoy Manor and the heartless people that took both parents away from him so violently. The exact details of what happened escaped him.

Flashback:

Draco heard a thump that woke him from his sleep to hearing his mother screaming followed by more screaming. Jumping out of his bed he walked towards the door only to have the door burst open and the next thing he knew he had a bag tossed over his head quickly followed by a foot to the stomach. His heart began beating uncontrollably, mostly due to the fight or flight response. Adrenaline coursing through his veins caused Draco to do something he rarely participated in. He fought like hell. He was tired of just being complacent. The perpetrators soon had enough and knock the struggling boy out. Once he came to, he realized he was in the same room with his parents and pain surfed through him once he noticed there was something so terribly wrong. They looked dare he say it, dead.

TBC

Okay. I can't begin to apologize for the way this story originally started. I'm not really sure where I was going with it. So I've decided to re-do the story. I liked the idea that Lucius wasn't an abusive SOB, so I had to change that from the original story.

Please tell me what you think of this so far.