A/N: This will probably be one of my shorter chapter stories, but all the same I hope everyone enjoys it. There are a few different paths that this story may take, yet I dearly hope that everyone enjoys them all.

And now…

Onwards.


Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling.


Draco stared at the mirror before him blankly. His once pristine robes were torn and bloodied, his wand now nothing more then a fancy stick since being broken in half. His perfect body was covered in a thin layer of grime and blood, never had a Malfoy looked so out of sorts.

He looked absolutely disgusting.

And he could care less.

All around him were people sobbing over the fallen, they let their tears flow freely regardless of their social standings as they lament over those too young who have now passed. Mother's stood before their sons, taken too soon. Father's stood solemnly above their fallen daughters, memories of past innocence haunting their tearstained eyes.

It had been a war of madness, and it had tore them all apart, now all they could do was weep and cry for things that could never be.

Yet here he stood, alone, and not able to shed a single tear. There was no one looking for him. No mother asking if he had been seen, no father caring enough to check on his welfare. He was one of the forgotten, and even now people passed him without a second thought.

But he would not cry.

He would not show anyone just how much his heart was breaking. He would not let them hear his screams of pain and agony that threatened to leave him hollower then he thought possible.

He would never let them see… just how much he wished to be among the dead.

'Harry.'

The bastard had done it; against all odd he defeated the most powerful dark lord in their pathetic history.

But why did he have to die for it?

Why did he have to leave him alone just to defeat that insane madman?

He had seen him, in the heat of battle as all seemed lost. An innocent face filled with determination as the foolish boy ran towards his death, yet he did nothing. He let him go, and now…

Not even the dead would be able to hear him. No one would be able to reach him now.

That boy… would be able to hear… the words he wanted to say most of all.

He gritted his teeth as he struggled to fight back his tears.

No.

He wouldn't cry.

He hadn't earned that right.

And now…

He never would.

He clenched his fist as he stared blankly at the damned mirror. He didn't know why he was here, why he was standing in front of the rotten thing. All he wanted was to go and see that stupid raven haired boy one more time. Yet it scared him, it scared him to see the too pale skin that should be filled with life. It scared him to have to look upon hollow green eyes that once burned with an indestructible fire.

It scared him to have to admit… that Harry was gone.

And nothing… would ever bring him back.

He took a deep breath and placed a shaky hand on his reflection, the one thing that would allow him his small moment of despair.

"I want him back…" He whispered brokenly as he saw his face distort to show the pain he was in.

"Bring him back."

Slowly the image in the mirror began to shift and distort, his eyes widened in awe as he was now was glancing in a small nursery. Taking a deep breath he pushed against the glass and gasped in shock as his hand went right through.

The room was obviously set for a new born, a few snitches were flying lazily in the air and various stuffed animals were set around the room in a messy manner. He found himself smiling at the obvious gryffindor colour scheme before his heart started to hurt again in remembrance.

Taking a shaking breath his eyes widened when he noticed his appearance, he was still bloodied from the battle, but now he appeared see through, almost as if he had become a ghost.

"Who are you?" A soft voice asked from the doorway. He looked up and almost fell to his knees in shock.

The woman… was so beautiful.

Long vibrant red hair hung around her delicate frame as impossibly large green eyes looked at him curiously and without a hint of fear. What truly caused him to choke however, was the small pale hand she had over her blossoming stomach.

He opened his mouth to try to speak but found himself unable to do so.

She tilted her head in curiously before smiling sadly at him. "What are you doing here?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I…" He shook his head in amazement as he looked around the room. "I honestly don't know how I'm here…"

She hummed thoughtfully before sitting down on a plush chair. Shooting him an apologetic look she grinned. "Sorry, it hurts my ankles to stand too much right now."

He nodded at her while focusing on her stomach. She chuckled softly and looked down at her blooming belly with a loving smile. "Only a bit over a month now… then my little boy will finally be here."

Draco nodded to her and tried to push back the pain that was threatening to swallow him whole. "He'll be amazing you know, the bravest and kindest Gryffindor you could ever know."

She looked up at him curiously before smiling softly. "And how would you know that?"

Draco chuckled shakily, and winced when he noticed just how much he wanted to cry. "Would you believe me… if I told you I am the one who will love him the most?"

She studied his face intently then, as if trying to see if there were any lies to note. After a moment she nodded at him and her smile became filled with sorrow. "Will you really love him? No matter what may come to be?"

Draco nodded at her. "Always."

She smiled beautifully then, and Draco could clearly see Harry in her soft and gentle features. "Then… you have my blessing." She rubbed her belly thoughtfully. "Though I have to wonder… why are you here… instead of with him?" She looked up at him with almost child like curiosity. "Doesn't he need you?" She gave him a knowing look. "Just like you need him?"

Draco looked away and focused his attention on the small crib. The blanket was a soft blue and had snitches delicately sewn into the fabric, charmed to fly about. "I need him more then you can ever imagine…" He whispered softly before closing his eyes and trying to block the painful memories just at the surface of his mind. "I'm not sure… but maybe… he needs me here instead…" He offered her a sad smile. "Maybe… there's something I can do here… that I can't do anywhere else."

She paused and looked down at her swollen stomach before nodding. "I was told once, that magic can do impossible things… as long as the need is great enough." She gave him and odd smile then. And for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if she knew more then she was letting on.

Their conversation was disrupted by a tall man with wild dark hair and hazel coloured eyes. He laughed happily when he caught sight of his wife and pulled her into a warm hug.

She chuckled softly and eagerly returned the embrace before turning back to the mysterious stranger, only to frown when she realized he was no longer there.


Draco gasped loudly as he awoke; he was lying slumped against the mirror, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Looking at the mirror curiously he wondered how it was able to bring him back so far.

How could such magic be possible?

As if reading his mind gold words began to appear upon the cold glass. They shimmered softly and he felt a wave of magic brush against him for just a small moment.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

"A mirror of desire?" He questioned softly. It had to be only a fancy bit of magic.

It was impossible to go back into the past, he couldn't have seen her. She had been gone for so long, no magic could bring him back so far into the past...

There was no way to see Harry again.

Magic couldn't work in such a way.

And even if it could, it would never do so for him.

For a worthless member of a worthless family.

"Draco?"

He turned and saw the drawn face of Hermione Granger. Tear tracks were clearly visible on her grime covered face. She looked at him with such sadness and pity that it made his heart twist painfully.

"What do you want?" He spat out coldly, not wanting to be disturbed, his mind still filled with thoughts on what had occurred. His heart still hanging onto an impossible piece of hope.

"I just want to…" Noticing his cold stare she paused and backed away, letting her matted hair cover her face. "I'm so sorry…"

He scoffed coldly at her, his silver eyes filled with rage. "And what is that supposed to do? What would your apology accomplish? It can't bring-" He shook his head and sighed tiredly.

He didn't want to deal with this.

He couldn't.

Not anymore.

"Just go Granger." He spoke softly to her; she flinched though, as if expecting worse. "Just go and leave me be."

She nodded and turned around; he tried not to feel any guilt when he noticed her shoulders shaking as she walked away.

He pretended not to hear her near silent sobs.

He turned back to look at the mirror before gasping in shock.

It was gone.

"Dammit!" He roared angrily as his fist punched the cool marble of the castle.

He didn't care if it was impossible, he had seen him.

For one glorious moment he had a way to Harry again.

And now…

It was gone.

Just like everything else.

He sunk to the floor then and brought his hands to his face as he sobbed.

He shouldn't cry.

He didn't deserve to.

Yet he couldn't stop the tears even if he wanted to.


A/N: Originally this was only going to be a long one shot, but the more I wrote out this tale, the more I decided to make it a chapter fic. I hope everyone enjoy and continues reading. Also please leave a review if you enjoyed the story so far, they truly make my day sometimes when I see them!

Thank you.

Till next time.