It was cold. Too cold. It was snowing for Christ's sake. It never snowed. But today. Today there was snow. It had been falling for hours. It was kind of symbolic. The way was drawing to a close, and the snow, falling from the heavens, was covering the bloody remnants of death. It was beautiful, but it was a cold beauty. Much like the stillness of death.

She watched, from her window, sitting by the fire, with some hot chocolate. She knew that he was gone, for now, for weeks, days, months. But he was gone. She wanted him, here, with her, watching the snow. His daughter wanted him home too. But he had never met her yet, his heir, a beautiful platinum haired child, with his nose, and her eyes. A startlingly Slytherin mix, the silver hair, emerald green eyes, ringed in onyx. It was a good combination, but she wished that he had met her before he had left.

He wasn't even aware of her existence, and she hoped that he would come home to see her sooner, rather than later.

So she watched, and waited, and then...

.... the door opened, and there he was. Glorious, covered in snow.

"Dra... Draco?"

She was flabbergasted, happy, in awe, ecstatic, and ran to him.... Thenm another door opened, and a little voice said:

"Daddy?:"