Bad News

It was dark outside of the small home on the outskirts of London. A lone light could be seen flickering from the window. There was an eeriness that seemed to engulf the area as there were no stars shinning nor was the moon's glow. The sky looked as if it might suddenly spread apart and allow a torrent of water fall down.

A young man of twenty was sitting inside staring at the blazing fire that was currently burning in the fireplace. Even though the room was quite warm and toasty, the blond haired man was shivering from an invisible cold that had seeped in, chilling him to the bone. Tears could be seen streaming down his place face as he slowly rocked himself back and forth, just staring off into space.

Draco Malfoy still could not believe the news that he'd received a few hours ago. "How could this have happened? Harry was the most powerful man he knew and the most loving at that. Why did the fates do this to him? It just wasn't fair," He thought to himself.

He began to let his mind wander back to when Professor Snape had come through the fireplace to give him the news. He could remember the man's face looked paler then usual and he had a look of complete sorrow clearly showing on his face.

Flashback

Draco had just put Emily down for her nap and was about to go back down stairs. He was anxious to hear if his husband had defeated Voldemort yet. He was quite worried about this, especially since he knew of the prophecy about Harry and the Dark Lord.

He'd just reached the living room and was about to sit down and read his book when he heard the usual roar from the fire. Looking over towards it, he saw the green flames rise up and his Godfather carefully step out. He was about to ask him what was happening, but taking one look at the dark haired man he knew that it wasn't good.

"Severus, what has happened? Is Voldemort dead, where is Harry," Draco cried out sensing something was wrong.

"Draco, please sit down I have some bad news for you," Severus replied in almost a whisper. Draco just nodded and sat down in his favorite chair.

"I don't know where to begin. I will say this he is no more. Potter was able to defeat him, however something tragic has happened—"

"What is it? Where's Harry," Draco cried know beginning to feel desperate.

"Harry has been severely injured—"

"Where is he? I need to get to him," Draco shouted as he jumped up and headed for the fireplace. Severus grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around so that he could look into his eyes.

Once he saw Draco's eyes he for the first time in his life didn't know what to say. He could see pain and fear in the young man's eyes. There were unshed tears now beginning to fill up his eyes. Instead of trying to talk to him at the moment, he grabbed the man and guided him over to a chair.

"Listen to me Draco; you need understand what has happened. Harry is currently at St. Mungo's being treated. We are unsure of the extent of his injuries. After he defeated the Dark Lord, he just fell forward and collapsed on the grounds. Once we got to him, he was unconscious. When I left to come here he had yet to wake up," Severus stated.

"I need to get to him, Sev. I need to see if he is all right. I can't lose him, not now," Draco replied in a strained voice.

"I am aware of that, but right now you have to get yourself together. Emily needs you more then ever and Harry will to when he gets better. I need to go, but I will let you know what is going on as soon as I hear anything." At this Draco could only nod,

End of flashback

Draco didn't know how long he had been sitting staring off into space or how long Emily had been crying before he came out of his stupor. Getting up he quickly headed upstairs to check on her.

Reaching the nursery he stopped for a moment and thought back to the day Emily had been born and what it meant for his life. It had been one of the few days in his life where he actually felt as if he was going to have the life that he always wanted. It would be a life where he would feel and know love that was genuine, not one that was full of hate and expected to kill people because they were different then him. With a huge sigh he crossed the room and reached down to pick up the crying child.

Flashback

"Well Mr. Malfoy I am pleased to tell you that you have a very healthy daughter," Madam Pomfrey said as she handed Draco his baby.

Draco accepted his daughter with shaking hands. He could feel his heart racing from sheer nervousness from the realization that he had just given birth to a beautiful little girl. He could feel Harry brushing his hair back and saying that she was just as beautiful as he was.

For the first time in his life he now knew what true happiness was. Tears were beginning to fall down his face as he looked at little Emily all wrapped up in her pink blanket. He was surprised to see that she had slightly darker hair then his platinum but not as dark as Harry's raven color. Her eyes to his amazement looked just like Harry's except that at the moment didn't have that same twinkle.

"She is just as beautiful as you are Draco," Harry said with a voice full of emotion. All Draco could do was nod in agreement as he couldn't find his voice.

Madam Pomfrey came over and took little Emily from him saying that he needed to get some rest. Again all Draco could do was nod; after all he did feel extremely tired.

"Harry my love, please stay with me," Draco pleaded as he looked up into his husband's eyes. Harry just nodded before he climbed onto the bed and took a hold of him.

That was how the two spent that night. When he awoke several hours he looked over groggily and saw Harry laying there holding him. Draco just smiled and snuggled down further into the embrace. This was what he longed for all his life and now it had come true.

End of Flashback

He carried Emily downstairs and into the kitchen where he warmed her bottle. He was still upset about what was happening. This feeling of hopelessness was something that he disliked immensely. To him he knew that he shouldn't feel this way, "a Malfoy does not feel hopeless," he thought to himself as he sat down at the table to feed Emily.

"Malfoy's are proud and never show their emotion. Emotion is a weakness Draco," he could hear his father saying to him.

"No father you are wrong, emotion is not a weakness and I am strong. Just as strong as any Malfoy," Draco spat out loud.

With a sudden strength he decided that no matter what happened to his love he would stay strong. He had to for Emily's sake. Looking down at his daughter he couldn't help but smile at her beauty and innocence. Whatever happens he will teach her the right way to live and that she is the child of the wizarding world's hero. There is no way that anyone would hurt his child.

Several hours later Draco found himself sitting in the Headmaster's office holding a sleeping Emily. He had been surprised at hour old Dumbledore looked at the moment. He couldn't see the blasted twinkle that the man always had in his blue eyes. Instead all he could see was sadness and sorrow. He knew that this was from what had transpired at the final battle and probably because of Harry.

He wanted to know what had happened and how his husband was doing, but at the same time he felt fear, a fear that chilled him to his very soul. He looked up from Emily and stared at the man that was currently sitting across from him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I have asked you here to explain what has happened to Mr. Potter. I am aware that Professor Snape has all ready spoken to you about the fact that he was seriously injured." Draco just nodded in understanding.

"I am afraid to say that Harry was injured beyond help." At this Draco jumped in shock and fear. He tried to speak, but his voice was gone.

"Please sit down and let me explain. When he took on Tom the battle was quite fierce. I have never seen so much magical energy being used since the days of Grindelwald. Harry was hit with a cutting hex that destroyed his right leg. The healers at St. Mungos were able to repair most of the damage to his leg, however by the time they were able to do this the muscles were beyond complete repair. Therefore I am afraid to say that he will never be able to walk properly again. He will have to use a cane and will never be able to fly again. There was just too much damage to be repaired."

"Is that all sir. When can I see him," Draco asked with tears in his eyes.

"No I am saddened to say that is was not the only damage that was done. Somehow there was a backlash from the spell that he used to defeat Tom. This spell was a very ancient one and no one knew what the repercussions could be to the caster. Mr. Potter woke up two hours ago with no memory."

"What do you mean no memory?"

"He does not know who he is or what happened to him. The healers are still running tests to see if there is anyway that he can gain his memory back."

"Sir I need to see him as soon as I can.

"I will take you to him, but please be aware that he probably will not know who you are. Also, his face has been burned badly and he is still heavily bandaged." At this Draco could only nod.

He didn't care if Harry knew him at the moment; all he wanted was to know that he was still alive. He'll deal with everything else later, but right now this was all he could think of.