Draco just couldn't believe it. His eyes must be deceiving him. Any minute now he would wake up and realize that this was all just some horrible dream. It must just be a strong powerful boggart showing him his worst fear, because there was just absolutely no way that his worst nightmare had become a reality. His heart skipped a beat as he scrambled towards her. He could feel his chest constricting painfully. He wasn't even aware that he had been holding his breath. This just can't be happening he thought, but the sightless eyes told him otherwise. The realization hit him like a stack of bricks falling from a 20 foot building.
"NOOO! Astoria! Astoria! Wake up please! Astoria! My love, please don't leave me. Wake up!" He shook her roughly as her pale blue eyes stared emptily at him. He gripped her shoulders tightly and pulled her closer to his chest, cradling her carefully. His body trembled with anguish and he buried his face in her hair. His eyes were blurred with tears as he sobbed in despair. He bent down and whispered to her. "I love you…"
Lucius who had been momentarily confused at the turn of events laughed hysterically his mouth widening into a harsh grin. "It's your turn next or maybe the boy".
"Father! Why? How could you do this? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He stood up abruptly and screamed maniacally sending random spells at Lucius not stopping until he realized that his father was no longer there. He had apparated away just like the coward he was. Draco turned around desperately, he was remotely aware of the dementor still present. He gasped as he saw Scorpius' prone body lying under one in the hallway. He refused to let anyone else he loves die tonight. Gathering his wits, he brandished his wand at the dementor.
"Expecto Patronum!"
As the dementors fled, he took one last look at his dead wife, and kissed her blue tinged lips softly. He carefully tucked a stray hair behind her ear and shut her eyes. She looked so peaceful in death. He shook the overwhelming cascade of emotions and limped hurriedly towards his injured son. The boy's chest rose slowly but at least he was alive and breathing. Draco tried thinking rationally. This was not the time to break down. He had to get him somewhere safe and there was only one place he could think of. He wiped the hot tears spilling down his face and picked his son up carefully and apparated on the spot. The house was eerily quiet once more and two bodies lay across from each other. One a young life forcefully taken away too soon and the other, a tarnished and damaged soul finally at peace.
Not that long but will be updating soon... please R&R. I'm a new writer and I'm just giving writing a go. I've had plenty HP stories stuck in my head for a while so I just thought I'd write one of them down. I always liked Draco's character even though I was slightly disappointed with how JK portrayed his character in the end. Anyway I am open to constructive criticism, but please take it easy:P Thank you to those who have reviewed already.