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He woke up in a strange place. He sat up and looked around the bedroom, which was plain white. He looked at the human form sitting beside him. His mother smiled warmly at him and she stretched out her hand.
"Mum?" Draco spoke quietly. A hand touched his cheek, but it was cold.
"I'm sorry my little serpent." She said smiling sadly at him. "I love you, but I won't be there when you wake up."
Draco's eyes widened at the realization. "Mum… you didn't… no.. you're lying…."
"I'm sorry she repeated. Don't stay here Draco, live on for me. Dad is waiting for you there." The blonde shook his head and hugged his mother desperately. "It'll be hard little one, but you have whole life ahead. I'll watch over you."
She kissed his forehead gently. "Please, don't stay here. You're strong enough to go through this. I believe in you, I always did. Show them all how tough you are."
"But you'll stay here… I don't want you to be alone…" He said his eyes tearing up. His heart ached again. Why had he to choose? It was unfair.
"I won't be sweetheart." She assured him with a smile, gently caressing his hair. "I cannot go back, but you can. Live on my serpent."
He stood up from the bed and walked to the door stiff. He turned around again only to see his mother smile warmly at him. "I'll be here." She said pointing at her heart. "I love you."
"I love you too mom." He answered tears streaming down. "Always did and will." He opened the door and his vision became white.
He winked few times as the colours slowly appeared around him. He saw his father's face, grey eyes worriedly looking at him. Then he heard a sigh of relief. He noticed other people in the room. His godfather was next to him immediately, casting diagnostic spells in Latin. Draco opened his mouth and tried to say something, but all he did was blabber like some toddler. Plus his tongue hurt like hell and seemed unnaturally stiff.
"Shhh… it's okay. Your tongue was reconstructed, but is still healing. Try staying silent for a bit longer okay?"
Draco nodded slowly. He was handed a piece of parchment and a muggle pen. He looked at the second thing with a puzzled look. "It works like a quill, but has a bottle of ink inside. Just press the thing on top and try writing something." A deep voice said. Draco looked at his Lord, who was sitting in one of the comfortable, green chairs, surprised.
Draco tried to sit up and bow, but he was stopped by his father. "No moving for now." He said and kissed him on the forehead. Suddenly Draco's eyes watered. He saw his father panic, so he grabbed the pen. A wave of pain shot through his body and he moaned. "That wasn't a good idea. Calm down dragon, relax."
Draco released the pen. He was frustrated with the memory of his mother playing in his head over and over again and unable to communicate. "Relax, let me see." He father said gently and Draco nodded. His felt his father's presence in his head and he let the memory play.
His father's presence calmed him down, it was better than the potion, which made him extremely sleepy. Legilimency wasn't that bad. His father used to calm him like that when he was a kid. "It would be easier if he could communicate with telepathy for now." Severus said, looking at the blonde man, who nodded. Draco felt lonely without his father's presence. However, Lucius was mostly focused on his son, who was still crying.
Draco was hugged with delicacy, like he was a doll that could break any minute if handled the wrong way. "I'm sorry. Mommy won't be back." Draco moved his arms carefully and lied them on his father's back. They were still aching, but the bandages were clear.
He was lied down again few minutes later, when the tears stopped. The Dark Lord rose from his seat and all eyes turned to him. "Severus is right. He has to be able to speak to somebody." Dark haired man furrowed his brows. "Though it has to be somebody from his environment. An experienced one that would show him everything. Someone patient enough to practice speaking with him every day.„
The Dark Lord continued." Severus you have number potions to make, Rudolphus and Rabastan never had anything in common with the subject. You, Lucius, have other things to do. That leaves us not many options. It was the last thing I would consider in this matter, but I don't want to entrust him to somebody that may be a traitor." The Dark Lord fell silent for a few minutes quietly mumbling something to himself. It was his fault that young Malfoy was hurt and five other children dead. They didn't know how deep the psychological damage was. They would have to be prepared for screaming and magic attacks.
Suddenly Lucius stood up and all eyes turned to him. Voldemort was pulled from his trance. He looked at the blonde and Voldemort knew, that Lucius realized what his plan was. "My Lord, you don't think..."
"I do. Calm down Lucius, it is not going to hurt either of us. We are both strong, your son proved that already. He will be best protected with me, there is no one more powerful." Draco looked at them silently. He couldn't say a thing. "The decision is his not yours this time."
"He's just a child." Lucius protested. He couldn't let his little dragon in someone else's hands. Even if he was the Dark Lord himself.
"He's seventeen, and ADULT. Get over with the fact that he can make his own decisions." The Dark Lord answered sharply. Lucius winced, but said nothing. The Dark Lord's eyes widened as he looked at the boy. Draco was standing on his shaky legs and he looked really small right now. He lost a few pounds and he resembled a malnourished cat now rather than a grown-up.
Voldemort moved closer to him as he saw the boy barely keeping himself straight. His arm instinctively wrapped around slim waist, holding young Malfoy in place. He felt weight being put on his arm as Draco leaned against him slowly. The blonde lied his forehead on his chest.
"I take it as yes little dragon." He felt Draco nod and he smiled gently. "Take a nap, I need you to be fully awake for the ceremony. I don't want you to fall asleep in the middle of it."
Draco smiled lightly. His mind seemed more at ease with the thought that he'll be able to communicate. He feared the ceremony though. He had heard many weird things about it, some more, some less pleasant. He will read more about it if he have time. He hoped to wake up before his Lord will come.
Draco fell awkward in the position they were in, with all those eyes looking at him. He felt his cheeks burn. It wasn't any easier with the Dark Lord's intense gaze. Draco was ashamed and wanted to disappear.
"Are your eyeballs stack to one position?" Voldemort asked rudely. "Let him sleep."
Everyone hurried out of the room in a moment. Draco felt happy, someone protected him. He let the Dark Lord move him to the bed and gently lie him down. "You know that after the ceremony I will know what you really think. You won't be able to act like everything is alright, because I will know it is not. I felt how stiff you were when I touched you. It's normal after all you've been through. Rest, I will come in the evening."