Prologue
2:34 AM Saturday

His face was red, then pale white. Repeatedly changing colours with the intermittant lights. His arms were restricted some how, and he could feel the hands of others playing over them. His blonde hair hung damp and darkened across his forehead and he was lying down, yet also moving. So much red and so much white.

He could hear the sound of small wheels racing over a rough surface and people shouting incoherently. The night sky enveloped his field of vision with the moon's pale harlequin grin mirroring his own. He felt suprisingly good, all things being considered. The vibrations of the stretcher were irritating though and lights were becoming brighter, more insistant.

His vision blurred for a moment, and the sounds seemed to recede further into the distance, but when sensation returned he saw a tall, imposing figure standing over his stretcher, which seemed to have stopped. His grin widened as he looked at the inscrutable face of the other. He attempted to push himself into a sitting position but his palms kept slipping in the warm, viscous blood. His fists bunched white sheets into clumps which slowly turned crimson, yet still no purchase. He relented but his smile remained wide.

'Father...' Draco managed, before everything dimmed again and he surrendered himself to unconsiousness.