I know its been about a month and I'm sorry. Here goes the next installation. Hope you enjoy, if not I'm sorry.

Chapter 2:

Neville and Hermione had both decided wordlessly that Draco wasn't going to be alone. They weren't going to stay up all night taking shifts, but they would be his friend, something Hermione wasn't sure he'd ever had. When Draco woke up, he was very adamant about not going to the hospital wing.

Being back at Hogwarts was such an bittersweet thing. How she longed for Harry and Ron or Ginny to be there with her. Professor Mcgonagall stood at her spot in front of the Headmaster podium The Eighth years had a table to their self, there were six of them. Luna, Neville, Hermione, Draco, Zacharais Smith, and Pansy. Draco wasn't the only Slytherin.

*Draco's POV*

Coming back to Hogwarts was a very bad idea. Draco felt the outrage the others had about him being there. He caught Pansy's eyes. Oh, how he wanted to dump everything about what he'd gone through last two weeks on her. Alas, he couldn't. She made it clear on Lucius's Funeral that she was done with him.

"I'm sorry about your father, Draco. I really am. But I think we need to go our separate ways. Things are just too crazy for us to stay friends."

Draco sat next to Hermione and the sorting had began. The sorting hat's song was chilling.

This year is different, listen to the words I say

We've had so many losses and we've had just as many gains.

A single war separated our side from theirs, one wishing for equilaty

The other wishing for gain, I'm an old hat, don't get me wrong

But I still can see the day so strongly when the tension between our founders destroyed everything

And now history has repeated it's self because we never learn it's a sad truth

some say its just in our roots

Embrace one other, things have to be different now

Embrace one another now before it's too late.

Now that I've said my peace let the sorting began.

Professor Mcgonagall asked for the eighth years to stay behind before the excellent feast had began. Hermione and Luna engaged in conversation, Neville tried with Draco but he didn't reply.

After the feast, Mcgonagall greeted her eighth years. "You six have my upmost graditude and respect for returning. I need to you six to be mentors for the underclassmen. Many of them are still traumatized by the treatment that was subjected to them by the Carrows-"

Draco needed a strong drink right about then. His mind blanked the rest of what she was saying. Instead he was stuck in the interworkings of his mind and that in its self was a frightening experience. The Carrows shouldn't have ever been at Hogwarts, it was the same as Greyback.

Once Professor Mcgonagall escorted the six students to their dorms, she asked for Draco to wait that she needed to speak with him. She took him to the headmaster's office.

"I know this is a hard time for you."

Draco's eyes were saucers. He was terrified that he'd lost his mother. The last time he was able to see her she looked awful. Draco felt ashamed to say he would rather let her die than leave her in such a state of vulnerablilty. For as long as he could remember, Narcissa to an outsider was a heartless witch but to him, she was mommy for the longest time, she cuddled him more than needed.

"Mr. Malfoy."

He glanced at her. "I was asking if there's been any change in your mother's condition?"

He shook his head, "They can't do anything else, she just won't wake up." He tried blocking the emotions from coming out and Mcgonagall heard it in his voice.

She was never a fan of the Malfoy clan but she could remember Narcissa as a child. She was a intellectual student and she had good in her, and now she finally could see it in Narcissa's son. He had his father's looks and most of his beliefs but now that he had nothing left to lose she saw a very wounded young man.

"I've been talking to Madame Pomhrey, and she needs help making potions she had exhausted her supply after the war, and I wanted to know if you would like to help make potions for the Hospital Wing. Severus has always bragged about your ability. Furthermore Potions has always been your best subject. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, I just need to know what to tell Madame Pomphrey."

"What about my other classes?"

"Should you agree, you will go to your regular morning classes and the afternoon you'll be in the potion lab."

"I'll do it."

He just had to stay busy. Stay busy and stay out of everyone's way.

"Thank you. I also wanted to say come to me if other students take your return wrong-"

"Can I go please?"

Once he realized how harsh that sounded he flinched. "I'm sorry head misteress, today has just been so long and I'm really tired. May I be excused?"

Once she nodded, Draco thanked her. There was one more place he needed to go to before he turned in
He was found asleep by Hagrid by Dumbledore's Grave.

(Saint Mungos)

Irreversible spells ward.

Narcissa Malfoy was hanging on, she wasn't better but she wasn't worse. Whatever curse was used on her was designed for her to never wake up. The healers had taken a page from the muggle's book and a machine was doing the breathing for Mrs. Malfoy so when the machine stopped because it was shut off she slipped away. By the time the healers made it, it was too late.

The next morning the news of Narcissa Malfoy's death hit Hogwarts.

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In the next chapter, we're going to have Luna and Neville and Pansy feeling like total shite and we're going to see what happened to Lucius and let's just say it was a sucky way to die. I'm still looking for a beta.