Draco shivered, it's getting cold. I should go inside soon. He pulled the cloak he was wearing around him tighter and closer to his body.
The wind blew harder. He closed his eyes and let the wind blow against his cloak and hair, hoping his warmth would return soon, hoping his love would come back. But he knew it would never be so. He hoped for too long knowing it would never be so, his love and his mate would never come back. He was too late to save him, him and their child. He had wanted a family. Both of them did. But then they attacked and he didn't survive.
His lovely, beautiful, Harry Potter and their son Scorpius Severus Potter-Malfoy. Killed right in front of him and couldn't have survived. It was too impossible.
"Draco? Honey? Is that you?"
"Daddy?"
Draco whipped around hearing the voices of his husband and son.
"Harry?" Draco said eyes still closed not believing what he had heard.
"Draco!" Arms enveloped him and warmed him up then he felt the little arms around his waist, his son his lovely son, and his Beautiful, loving husband both alive and here right in front of him he knew it. It had to be them.
Then he opened his eyes.
Nothing, there was no one there was nothing but open grass and a few trees. No Harry, No Scorpius just Draco all alone and cold, wishing and hoping for his warmth that never comes.