I open my eyes to the white ceiling, it's not as bright today. Where am I again?
"Lord Malfoy, you have woken up. Are you well enough to have some visitors?" a woman in a white robe asks me.
I groan and try to sit up. I can do it, but my left knee refuses to work. "Who?" I ask.
It's so loud. Granger, Weasley, Potter, Luna and Neville are all around my bed, talking. They're telling me what happened.
Potter saved me after he finally got out of the Hospital after the last blow Voldemort delivered. It took three months. Three months, while I was being tortured. By Aurors, apperently. They wanted someone to have revenge on, and that someone was me.
Luna and Neville are back together and Granger and Weasley are together as well. I don't know why the Weaslette isn't hanging on Potter's arm, but there must be a reason for it. Maybe they aren't as perfect as I thought?
I wish I could sleep.
I don't think I've ever been this happy before in my life to see a mediwitch. Mediwitch Conner has just told all of the people off and said that I should rest.
I sleep before she can turn back around to me.
"Lord Malfoy, you are in no way strong enough to stand yet!"
"Give me the bloody cane, lady" I say: "I am not in the mood to argue about this. I will see my brother being born today, and no one will stop me!"
The mediwitch looks scandalized but I just grimace as I sit op in bed. My left knee is still not working as it should be. But I got a cane.
My brother is being born, no one can stop me from seeing that.
I struggle to walk, but I can hear the noise of people in the waiting room near the room that Pansy is giving birth.
As I walk past the corner I see a lot of people. Potter, Luna, Neville, the Weasleys, Granger and some other people who I remember fighting on the side of the light at the Final Battle.
They grow silent as I walk closer. Then Potter takes a step forward and says: "Hello, Draco, how are you feeling?"
"Well enough to be able to see my brother" I answer, knowing I'm far from fine.
"Pansy is in the final stages" Granger tells me. "We shouldn't have to wait too long."
"Do you want to sit?" a dark-skinned man asks me as he stands from his seat.
I would've said I didn't, but my legs won't hold on long. "Yes, please" I say and he gives me his seat.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt" he says, holding out my hand: "Pleasure to meet you."
"Draco Malfoy" I answer: "You probably know that. Is there a reason you are here, except for my brother's birth?"
"Hoping to see you" he says: "Want to let you know you're not alone in this world.
I look around me and smile: "I'm not alone."
Finally my brother is born and I'm allowed to see him. Kingsley helps me into the room. Potter already's got a seat standing next to Pansy's bed. She's feeding her firstborn child.
"Hello, Draco" she says, her voice sounding hoarse.
"Hello" I answer, sitting down: "Is he okay?"
"Perfect, ten fingers, ten toes." She smiles at me, but looks uncertain.
"Nothing less for a Malfoy." I answer, smiling slightly: "When you're done, can I hold him?"
"Certainly" she answers and finishes feeding him.
I'm holding my brother, he's the most perfect child I've ever seen. "Welcome to the Malfoy family" I whisper to him, planting a kiss on his forehead: "It's our job to restore it to it's upper grace, my dear little brother. You will be raised perfectly."
"You accept him?" Pansy asks, her throat thight.
"Yes" I answer: "You're both Malfoys, and that will stay that way. Do you have a name for him?"
Pansy shakes her head: "No, you may give him one."
I smile and gaze down at the little baby who's already got me wrapped around his small fingers.
"Then welcome to the family, Antares Timothy Malfoy."
The End.
There's a poll on who you want Draco to end up with in the sequel of this story, you can find it on my author's page. I can't garanty that the sequel will be up soon, it might take a long time, but I'm definitely thinking of writing one. We all want to know what happens to Antares Malfoy.
BTW Antares is a star and Timothy is the name of Pansy's father (found that on a site, not sure if it's real, but I like the name.
Signing out,
Lady K. Malfoy
