Draco Malfoy was sitting on a velvet green chair in the funeral home. There was no family left there for him. His mother was dead, Avada Kedavra curse by suicide. His father was in jail, for using numerous Unforgivable Curses. Aunt Bella and Uncle Rudolph were on the run, doing something for the Dark Lord. Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted he hadn't met in his whole life. Grandmother Black died when he was two years old and Grandfather Black went missing some fifteen years ago. Grandmother and Grandfather Malfoy were dead as well. He had no close people anymore. Pansy, she wanted to be closer but Draco wasn't about to let her. Crabbe and Goyle were a pair of baboons; they were only good when Potter and his friends couldn't do defensive spells. Mother always understood. Who was he supposed to talk to her now?
Just then his old professor, Remus Lupin came in, wearing his least shabby black dress robes. What did that werewolf have to do with his mother? He went to her casket. He touched her dead hand! "What are you doing, Werewolf?" Draco screamed out to Lupin. "I'm paying my respects to your mother, Mr. Malfoy," he said coolly to Draco. "Why are you here? You didn't even know my mother! She hated scum like you!" Draco replied.
"On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy. I knew your mother very well at one point. Because she was related to one of my friends I got to know her very well. We lost all contact when she was forced into marriage because your grandparents didn't agree with me seeing her."
"My mother wasn't forced into marriage you filthy werewolf liar! She loved my father!"
"Is that so, Mr. Malfoy? Do tell me what you know on the matter?" Lupin said in an amused sort of voice. He walked back to the casket holding Narcissa Malfoy. He started to caress her silver blond hair. He found a bruise on her beside her ear. Wasn't the Avada Kedavra curse supposed to be painless with no physical effects except death? How did she get that bruise? Was it always there? Did that husband give it to her? "Mr. Malfoy, do you know how your mother got this bruise? He asked Draco. Much to his surprised, Draco responded.
"Yeah, I do. Probably when they had a huge fight when I was three. My father was making a deal that my mother didn't approve of. He told her it was none of her business what he did for business. He threw her against the wall," Draco said, looking at the floor.
Draco thought about it. He would like to know about his mother…it would only be a bit of a pain.
"Professor Lupin, can you tell me about my mother?" he asked. To his surprise, Lupin sat in the other green chair beside him
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Do you want to know it in case it will help you decipher why your mother committed suicide?" he asked. Malfoy shook his head, yes.
"Alright," Lupin said. "I shall tell you. But this isn't a happy story."