Terrible Things

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"Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do Terrible Things."

"Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade copyrighted WMG

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Prologue

"Daddy, how did you meet Mum?" a small voice called across the nursery. Draco paused at the door and looked over his shoulder to find his son looking at him with familiar inquisitive brown eyes.

"Haven't I told you that story?" Draco asked knowing the answer already by the painful pounding in his chest. His son pursed his lips giving him a look so much like his mother Draco honestly believed for a moment she was there with them.

"No." the boy said voice sharp and eyes narrowing. "Nobody else will tell me either. Uncle Harry got quiet and Grandmum started crying so Grandpa told me to ask you."

"How did you?"

Draco sighed and closed the door he'd held open. He'd known this day would come. One day his son would demand answers, he was her child after all. Everyday Draco saw more of her in him than any of Draco. His son might have his white-blonde hair, but it was with her curls. He was down to his last precious molecule his mother's child, which meant he had, of course, inherited her insatiable curiosity too.

Draco pulled a chair over by the bed and searched for the words to begin a story that he'd only told once. A story that meant so much to him. A story that had ended with Draco receiving the greatest gift in the world. A story of the best and worst thing to ever happen to him.

Finally he decided.

"Son I am only telling you this because life can do terrible things."