Draco walked cautiously into the abandoned house with his wand out in front of him. The Dark Lord sent him to recover a book, a simple task, making him feel that the Dark Lord wanted him out of the house. He walked into the living room; it was a mess, like there was a huge battle. His wand moved around the room as his eyes widened at the amounts of blood that were spilled, almost artistically around the living room. Draco took a deep breath and began to move toward the kitchen when he saw someone…or what was left of someone. A man was staring up at him with empty eyes, the killing curse, although his body was in a funny angle. His hand was almost completely detached from his body and his leg was bent at the thigh behind him, he had been tortured for sure. Draco stared at him for a long time before he continued his search. He hated this, every muggle he came across, male and female he always wondered if they were connected to HER. He slowly made his way up the stairs and, against his better judgment looked at the pictures. A man and woman were smiling in front of a tree, his arms wrapped around her waist, another similar picture except that her waist was now large with a child. This made Draco pause and hold onto the landing…was there a child here? Had a child seen what had happened here? Was the child dead? His mission changed, it was no longer whatever bloody book The Dark Lord needed, it was about finding the little girl. He looked at the picture of the little girl with bushy blonde hair and steel gray eyes. She was about two years old, maybe even younger. He began opening the doors in the hallways, looking through every door. He heard something at the end of the hall.
"DRACO!" A woman screamed from the other side of the door at the end of the hall.
"DRACO!" She screamed again. His heart stop and he turned around.
The house had changed it was no longer destroyed, in fact it was very clean the only signs of life were a muggle television set in the corner that had static on, pink fairy toys littered the living room. The pictures weren't of strangers, they were of him and Hermione and Selah.
Draco ran towards the door and pushed it opened to look into Hermione's eyes that glistened with tears.
"Draco we can't apparate, he'll find us, he's going to kill her Dray, what do we do?" She asked she held a small child tightly to her.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and kissed Hermione's head. "Shh! I'm going to fight him off; I just need a few minutes. That's all, Harry is on his way he'll bring people from the order it'll be okay."
There was a green glow from outside and the Hermione began bouncing the child quickly trying to quiet her tears.
"Hush darling, it'll all be okay, Dada's going to be right back." Hermione whispered looking at him; He kissed her quickly and placed his hand on the child's back.
"Selah, Dada loves you." He whispered kissing his daughter.
"Come out come out wherever you are…" A voice from downstairs called.
"Draco…come out from hiding and face me like a man!" The voice commanded. Draco flew out of the room, wand at the ready.
"Expecto-"He started
"Crucio!" Voldemort called throwing Draco in the air.
Voldemort climbed the stairs slowly, his smile twisted as Draco tried not to scream, or make eye contact at Selah's door.
Voldemort smiled and threw him over the railing he landed face first, holding his hand out to catch him, he felt his wrist break, but he didn't care he had to fight-he had to save them.
"Avada-"
"NO!" Draco screamed running up the stairs just as Hermione turned to block Selah from the attack. He watched his wife fall to the ground over Selah in the last attempts to save her life.
Voldemort reached Selah faster than Draco could. She began to cry and Draco made it to the door before Voldemort turned to face him. "This…is a weakness….and I will use it to destroy you."
Selah fell limp in Voldemort arms and Draco knew he had failed.
"NO!"
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Hermione
Draco was tossing and turning in his sleep, murmuring apologies and tears rolled down his cheek.
" Draco." I whispered shaking him gently.
"Draco wake up."
"NO!" He said sitting up in bed and buried his head in his hands and began shaking.
"No, not again, no." He whispered.
I sat up straighter and watched him.
He reached out for me and I allowed myself to be pulled tightly against him. He kissed the top of my head and I felt his tears fall into my hair.
"Draco…what happened?" I whispered brushing the hair out of his eyes and tried to rid his eyes of the tears.
Draco shook his head. "N-Nightmare." He whispered. "I'm fine."
"You woke up saying ''no''." I whispered softly.
Draco was quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.
"He knew I started to have feelings for a mud-muggle born." Draco said slowly.
"He thought it was a weakness, and he showed me families where the wife was muggle born…and he would torture them, and then he would control my mind and make the women you….I watched you die fifteen times."
I tried to hide my surprise by burying my face into his shoulder as he continued; he was shaking a little bit.
"The…the last time I went, there was a little girl in the house and he took over my mind…it was you and I with a little girl, I couldn't save you…I tried save you…and he tortured me and threw me over the stairs…I broke my wrist, but I didn't care…I needed to save you."
He pulled me closer and began absently playing with my hair, almost as if he was trying to soothe himself.
"I came up the stairs just in time to watch him kill you…and our little girl…he held her…"
"Stop." I whispered. "Please, I'm so sorry."
Draco continued to play with my hair. "I couldn't stop it." He whispered softly.
I kissed him, his lips were soft and his face was wet from the tears. There was a sudden sense of urgency in his kiss, and I responded with just as much urgency. His fingers were in my hair and his other hand resting on my hip; he started to pull me closer and then stopped.
"I'm sorry." He whispered pulling away a little, his hands stilled.
"I'm okay." I whispered softly. My fingertips tracing over his Dark Mark, he normally kept it hidden from everyone, but here alone, he would drop the concealment charms and I could see it. It wasn't a mark I liked to see exactly, but seeing it reminded me of how far he had come.
He smiled and laid back down pulling me on top of him, and for the first time in a long time…I wasn't scared.
"I love you Hermione." He whispered
"I love you Draco.'' I whispered curling up beside him,
