A/N I was inspired to write this by the song In the arms of an angel by Sarah Mclachlan. It won't be this depressing all the way through and the story of how Draco and Ginny got to this point will be shown through Draco's memories as he looks after Ginny. Please read and review!

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Draco stood, staring at the wreckage of the Burrow, a place where he had once felt so safe, a place that had once felt like home. Until he had ruined it all, ruining his life, ruining Ginny's life. Tears filled his eyes as he took in the smoking debris of what had once been a laughter filled home. He couldn't believe she was gone, they were all gone. And it was his fault.

It was so quiet now. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the rubble, making it seem as though it was still on fire. Draco could hardly bear it, he turned to leave, he couldn't be found here, it would mean certain death for him. Being found crying over a house full of Weasleys was hardly fitting form for a death eater. He began to walk away when he heard it. Crying.

He turned around quickly, not wanting to believe any of them could still be alive, not wanting to get his hopes up. But then he saw it, it was her. In that moment his heart broke, she was covered in dirt and blood and she was crying, actually, crying could not describe what she was doing, it was so painful to hear. It tore at Draco's chest, he could hardly breathe, she was in so much pain and he couldn't help her, couldn't save her from her pain, because he had caused it.

Draco stood and stared at her, he couldn't tear his eyes away, though his own tears were pouring down his face, how had it come to this? She was leaning over something, Draco couldn't make it out at first but when he did, he wished he could rip his eyes out. It was the body of her mother, but it didn't look like the Molly Weasley he knew, this body was covered in blood, mutilated, hardly recognisable. He staggered then and fell to his knees. Ginny noticed him then and their eyes met, they widened and she let out an anguished cry.

Draco could bear it no longer, he stood and stumbled towards her, and using strength he didn't know he possessed he reached out and wrapped his strong arms around her, lifting her off her feet, he carried her away, away from her home, from her family, from the death and pain from the war and he vowed to make it right for her. She would never be in danger again, he would protect her with everything he had left, he would die for her. He carried her away from the Burrow. He did not look back.