I had an idea for a oneshot, and thought; Well, hey, why not? Angst! A lot of it!
The rain poured down on St. Anthony's graveyard. Draco Malfoy stood watching the remains of Hermione Granger, the love of his life, be wheeled down into a shallow pit in the earth. Draco had never likes funerals, it was a mockery to people who had lost something so valuable it hurt to even speak.
And that was what Hermione was to him. His sun, his smile, his prized position, his wife. Ignoring Ginny and Harry's attempt to cover him up from the on our, he walked forward. The rose wood coffin hid her beauty from site and with a sob, Draco had to face the fact that Hermione's beauty was now a memory.
Hundreds of people lined up to say their goodbyes, but no one understood the atrocious events that had happened as Draco had. He had lost everything. His children; Scorpio and Rubella, now had to grow without a mothers love. Dear god, how was he supposed to handle Rubella's boy troubles, or Scorpio's mama boy attitude.
How was he supposed to tell them that their uncle had been the one to sent her to her death bed?
How was it fair that they had been torn apart by a man's stupidity?
How?
Soon, too soon, the men in black raincoats started to cover up the grave, and Draco had to fight the urge to dig it up one more to see her face again. . . Just one more time.
Was this how every husband felt when they loose a spouse?
Was this what it was like to loose hope?
Was it?
Rubella trotted over, not fully understanding what was going on, but seeing her Daddy cry, made her know something was bad, something that even a Daddy's Girl smile couldn't fix, even if she held it in place forever. She tugged lightly on her father's tux, watching as he tore his eyes away from the soil on the ground.
"Yes, Princess?" He asked, voice heavy with tears.
"Where's Mummy going, Daddy?" She whispered, not liking her father's strange silence.
Draco paused.
When was it the right time to tell her that she had lost a half of her DNA to the hollows?
When was it okay to say everything was going to be all right?
When?
"She's an angle now, sweetie. A beautiful, perfect angle. See? She's right up there." He said, pointing to the dull sky.
"I don't see her, Daddy. Where?" Rubella said stupidly, searching the sky, trying to reach her mother.
With silent tears still streaking down his face he looked over to his daughter.
"You won't see her yet, honey. You will one day." He reassured her.
She stubbornly pouted.
"But, I want to see her NOW!"
"I know, Baby." He whispered. "I want to see her, too. But we have to be strong until then, alright?"
Rubella nodded her head quickly, agreeing. Draco smiled.
"That's my girl. How's your brother?"
Rubella shaking pointed to the heap on the ground where a little blonde headed boy of six sobbed uncontrollably. Draco and Rubella ran over to him, as Rubella hugged her older brother tight, Draco rocked him back and forth.
"It's. Not. Fair!" Scorpio sobbed.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but no words were pushed out.
Who was he to tell his son he knew his pain, when he didn't understand just how HE felt?
Who was he to be the new mom?
Who was he?
"One fine day, Scorpio, we will all be together again. But until our days reaches an end, we are a family, and family's stick together." Draco announced bravely.
Up in the clouds they did not see the figure that rose above them. A beauty in her mid-twenties, smiling at her family embracing, finally at peace and ready to move on. Draco would take care of her children, he was a amazing father and late husband. Draco would keep her family together. She knew that well.
Sorry for the bad ending, I had no idea what to do for it! Again, sorry! REVIEW! THEY KEEP ME WRITING!