A/N: This was written to make me feel better about the almost-certain-to-be disappointing ending the movie makers will give the Malfoys in DH:2 :P Fanfiction will live on!
It does not matter.
It doesn't matter that no one has noticed us standing in a dark corner s everyone about us runs this way and that, searching desperately amongst the dead for familiar faces and praying ardently that they would not find what they are searching for.
It does not matter that nobody cares we are here, that nobody has spared us second glance, that nobody has expressed any gladness that we are alive.
We are together, we have survived; we have been permitted to go on, when, for so long, I was certain it would not be so. Nothing else means anything to me anymore.
And as I feel Lucius' hand tighten around mine, the calluses upon his fingers pressing into my knuckles, I know that he feels the same. There have been so many things throughout our years together that I thought I would never forgive him for; All the pressure he had placed upon our son, all the danger he had subjected us to, everything I had sacrificed in support of my husband.
But I do. I forgive him everything, with all my heart.
You cannot see what you have until it has been taken away from you.
I have been stripped of everything that I have been told is important; my wealth my status, my pride… And I feel liberated, exhilarated even! I almost laugh out loud, I feel so light! And happy, I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. It doesn't seem right to feel so wonderful when there is so much destruction and despair happening all around us…
My other hand is squeezed gently. Draco. My little boy, standing nearly half a head taller than me now and I have been gifted with the privilege of being able to watch him grow into a man of his own choosing, for he will not be like his father, as I had once feared; he will love completely and unreservedly, and his father and I will look on proudly as he disregards every rule ever drilled into him.
"Come on," he murmurs softly. "Let's go. They do not need us here."
He is right. And it doesn't matter.