Disclaimer: You know already
Disclaimer 2: The song that Draco heard was Sarah Brightman's Winter Light, taken from the movie, The Secret Garden. (And I don't own it) Watch the movie and listen to the song, both of them are beautiful.
Ships: AD/MM,
Note 1: No offense to all Minerva, Narcissa and Lucius fans, I like them too
Note 2: I'm not sure what Aurors do besides catching Dark wizards, so I just take that they are as same as Muggle police.
Note 3: Ok, so Draco is a bit OCC here, but let's just say that Narcissa's death seems to turn him around.
Rated PG for a bit of swearing
Thank you for your reviews!
Chapter 11: Lucius' Last Letter
3 years later, The Malfoy Cemetery.
It was cloudy, windy and a little misty due to the morning mist. The place was quiet except for the chirping of the birds on the branches of the tall trees. Statues of angels stood silently, with their pale, white faces and their blank eyes staring ahead.
19-year-old Draco Malfoy put the white lilies on his parents' graves and stared at the empty gravestones. "Looks like the anonymous roses giver is not here yet." He muttered. Ever since that terrible incident, Draco found white roses in front of his parents' gravestones on their annual death anniversary, without fail. And this year, he decided to come earlier so that he could see who was presenting his parents roses. Disappointed, he threw his old bouquet of lilies that he left last year away. He sighed, turned around and saw Minerva and Dumbledore carrying a bouquet of white roses in their hands.
"Professors?" Draco said in amazement. "So you are the ones who keep on giving my parents flowers."
"I need to thank your father." Dumbledore said softly as Minerva put the bouquets in front of the gravestones. "If it isn't for him, Minerva would probably in Azkaban, without a soul."
Draco gave a grim smile.
Minerva smiled. "As for your mother, she used to be my favorite student. She is excellent in Transfigurations. I adore her, maybe even a bit more than I favour Miss Granger."
"She is good at singing too." Draco said softly.
"She is?"
"Yep, she used to sing me to sleep when I was little. Father usually didn't let her, thinking that a Malfoy don't need that. But my mother did it anyway when he was abroad." Draco sighed. "That song is beautiful."
"What are you doing now? You are not a Death-Eater, are you?" Minerva asked anxiously, straightened herself up.
Draco smiled and shook his head. "Father doesn't want me to be a Death- Eater."
"How do you know?" Dumbledore asked.
"He told me. In his letter." Draco said shortly and searched his robes. "I found it on my desk in my bedroom. I didn't throw it away." He said and took out a white envelope. "You may read it." He handed it to Dumbledore and he took it.
Dumbledore and Minerva saw the address on the envelope: To My Son, Draco
Dumbledore opened it, took out the letter, unfolded it and read:
Dear Draco,
By the time you read this letter, I'm already dead.
When Professor Dumbledore found out that it is my follow Death-Eater who killed your mother, I realize how stupid I am, trying to gain power by following Voldemort but ended up having my wife being murdered under his orders. From that day onwards, I decided to break away from the Death- Eaters' inner circle and joined Dumbledore's side.
But it is too late; Voldemort and the rest of the followers will never let me to get away with it. They will get me one day and killed me. Looks like being a Death-Eater is not a good idea after all. Now I think I know that's why Severus want to join Dumbledore.
It is a bloody waste of time being a Death-Eater. Do you know where I was when your mother was in hospital, having the hell of her life giving birth to you? That's right, I was with Voldemort. I should spent my time accompany you and your mother instead of following Voldemort around like a puppy. I guess it is too late to regret now, isn't it?
Dumbledore come to me just now, telling me that the one who killed your mother might be Foxy; I know that she or he (I don't know the sex) is a very powerful Death-Eater, even more powerful than I am. We (Severus, Dumbledore and I) decided to confront that damn Death-Eater. We will either get him or her to confess and surrender or die trying.
So I decide to write this to you before I left for Hogwarts, I have never asked a favour from you but I have to say this. Don't be a Death-Eater. It's not worth it. I don't want you to regret like I do now.
After all I have done under Voldemort's orders, slaughtering Muggle-borns and things like that, I wonder if I can still go to heaven. Because of all my life, I have done only two good deeds, turn away from Voldemort and help to clear Professor McGonagall's name. Your mother definitely will, since she is the nicest Slytherin I have ever met. Wherever I go, I just hope that I can be together with her.
Take care.
Your father, Lucius Malfoy.
When Dumbledore and Minerva read the letter, Minerva noticed that ink had been smeared at some parts. Either Lucius had cried when he wrote the letter or Draco when he read it. "So what are you doing now?"
Draco gave a smile. "I am an Auror. I just wish that I can catch as many Death-Eaters as I can."
"That's nice." Minerva smiled softly.
"A lot nicer than a Death-Eater. I wonder whether Father will be proud of me...."
"He will. So will your mother." Minerva said.
Silence.
"I believe that your father will be with your mother, in heaven." Dumbledore said finally.
"Thank you."
"So....uh, Draco?" Minerva asked.
"Um?"
"Are you coming to our wedding anniversary party next week?"
"Sure, when is it?"
"Didn't you receive the letter?" Dumbledore asked.
Draco blinked. "What letter?"
"You are still living in the Malfoy Manor, right? I send the owl to there." Dumbledore said uncertainly.
"Yes, I am still living in the Manor but I just came back from overseas yesterday. I will check again when I get home."
Minerva smiled. "Well, in case there is no letter, the party is on next Sunday, 7pm, at Hogwarts Great Hall."
Draco smiled. "I will be there."
"Great, sorry but we have to go now, see you next week, Draco." Minerva said, took Dumbledore's hand and they left.
Draco stared at his parents' gravestones. "I love you, Father and Mother." He said softly and closed his eyes as he felt the wind blowing gently at his face.
"Hearts call..."
He opened his eyes and looked around. No one was there. "What the....." He started and went quiet again, listening carefully as the wind blew through the trees.
Hearts call
Hearts fall
Swallowed in the rain
Who knows
Life grows
Hollow and so vain
Wandering in the winter light
The wicked and the sane
Bear witness to salvation
And life starts over again
Now the clear sky is all around you
Aah aah
Love's shadow will surround you
All through the night
Star glowing in the twilight
Tell me true
Hope whispers and I will follow
Till you love me too
Ah ah ah
Now the clear sky is all around you
Aah aah
Love's shadow will surround you
All through the night
Star glowing in the twilight
Tell me true
Hope whispers and I will follow
Till you love me too
Ah ah ah...
Draco sniffed and wiped the tears away from his eyes. That's the song Narcissa used to sing before Draco went to sleep. "It's probably just the wind." He mumbled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around.
"Goodbye Draco." He heard his parents saying.
"Goodbye." Draco whispered and left.
The End
Disclaimer 2: The song that Draco heard was Sarah Brightman's Winter Light, taken from the movie, The Secret Garden. (And I don't own it) Watch the movie and listen to the song, both of them are beautiful.
Ships: AD/MM,
Note 1: No offense to all Minerva, Narcissa and Lucius fans, I like them too
Note 2: I'm not sure what Aurors do besides catching Dark wizards, so I just take that they are as same as Muggle police.
Note 3: Ok, so Draco is a bit OCC here, but let's just say that Narcissa's death seems to turn him around.
Rated PG for a bit of swearing
Thank you for your reviews!
Chapter 11: Lucius' Last Letter
3 years later, The Malfoy Cemetery.
It was cloudy, windy and a little misty due to the morning mist. The place was quiet except for the chirping of the birds on the branches of the tall trees. Statues of angels stood silently, with their pale, white faces and their blank eyes staring ahead.
19-year-old Draco Malfoy put the white lilies on his parents' graves and stared at the empty gravestones. "Looks like the anonymous roses giver is not here yet." He muttered. Ever since that terrible incident, Draco found white roses in front of his parents' gravestones on their annual death anniversary, without fail. And this year, he decided to come earlier so that he could see who was presenting his parents roses. Disappointed, he threw his old bouquet of lilies that he left last year away. He sighed, turned around and saw Minerva and Dumbledore carrying a bouquet of white roses in their hands.
"Professors?" Draco said in amazement. "So you are the ones who keep on giving my parents flowers."
"I need to thank your father." Dumbledore said softly as Minerva put the bouquets in front of the gravestones. "If it isn't for him, Minerva would probably in Azkaban, without a soul."
Draco gave a grim smile.
Minerva smiled. "As for your mother, she used to be my favorite student. She is excellent in Transfigurations. I adore her, maybe even a bit more than I favour Miss Granger."
"She is good at singing too." Draco said softly.
"She is?"
"Yep, she used to sing me to sleep when I was little. Father usually didn't let her, thinking that a Malfoy don't need that. But my mother did it anyway when he was abroad." Draco sighed. "That song is beautiful."
"What are you doing now? You are not a Death-Eater, are you?" Minerva asked anxiously, straightened herself up.
Draco smiled and shook his head. "Father doesn't want me to be a Death- Eater."
"How do you know?" Dumbledore asked.
"He told me. In his letter." Draco said shortly and searched his robes. "I found it on my desk in my bedroom. I didn't throw it away." He said and took out a white envelope. "You may read it." He handed it to Dumbledore and he took it.
Dumbledore and Minerva saw the address on the envelope: To My Son, Draco
Dumbledore opened it, took out the letter, unfolded it and read:
Dear Draco,
By the time you read this letter, I'm already dead.
When Professor Dumbledore found out that it is my follow Death-Eater who killed your mother, I realize how stupid I am, trying to gain power by following Voldemort but ended up having my wife being murdered under his orders. From that day onwards, I decided to break away from the Death- Eaters' inner circle and joined Dumbledore's side.
But it is too late; Voldemort and the rest of the followers will never let me to get away with it. They will get me one day and killed me. Looks like being a Death-Eater is not a good idea after all. Now I think I know that's why Severus want to join Dumbledore.
It is a bloody waste of time being a Death-Eater. Do you know where I was when your mother was in hospital, having the hell of her life giving birth to you? That's right, I was with Voldemort. I should spent my time accompany you and your mother instead of following Voldemort around like a puppy. I guess it is too late to regret now, isn't it?
Dumbledore come to me just now, telling me that the one who killed your mother might be Foxy; I know that she or he (I don't know the sex) is a very powerful Death-Eater, even more powerful than I am. We (Severus, Dumbledore and I) decided to confront that damn Death-Eater. We will either get him or her to confess and surrender or die trying.
So I decide to write this to you before I left for Hogwarts, I have never asked a favour from you but I have to say this. Don't be a Death-Eater. It's not worth it. I don't want you to regret like I do now.
After all I have done under Voldemort's orders, slaughtering Muggle-borns and things like that, I wonder if I can still go to heaven. Because of all my life, I have done only two good deeds, turn away from Voldemort and help to clear Professor McGonagall's name. Your mother definitely will, since she is the nicest Slytherin I have ever met. Wherever I go, I just hope that I can be together with her.
Take care.
Your father, Lucius Malfoy.
When Dumbledore and Minerva read the letter, Minerva noticed that ink had been smeared at some parts. Either Lucius had cried when he wrote the letter or Draco when he read it. "So what are you doing now?"
Draco gave a smile. "I am an Auror. I just wish that I can catch as many Death-Eaters as I can."
"That's nice." Minerva smiled softly.
"A lot nicer than a Death-Eater. I wonder whether Father will be proud of me...."
"He will. So will your mother." Minerva said.
Silence.
"I believe that your father will be with your mother, in heaven." Dumbledore said finally.
"Thank you."
"So....uh, Draco?" Minerva asked.
"Um?"
"Are you coming to our wedding anniversary party next week?"
"Sure, when is it?"
"Didn't you receive the letter?" Dumbledore asked.
Draco blinked. "What letter?"
"You are still living in the Malfoy Manor, right? I send the owl to there." Dumbledore said uncertainly.
"Yes, I am still living in the Manor but I just came back from overseas yesterday. I will check again when I get home."
Minerva smiled. "Well, in case there is no letter, the party is on next Sunday, 7pm, at Hogwarts Great Hall."
Draco smiled. "I will be there."
"Great, sorry but we have to go now, see you next week, Draco." Minerva said, took Dumbledore's hand and they left.
Draco stared at his parents' gravestones. "I love you, Father and Mother." He said softly and closed his eyes as he felt the wind blowing gently at his face.
"Hearts call..."
He opened his eyes and looked around. No one was there. "What the....." He started and went quiet again, listening carefully as the wind blew through the trees.
Hearts call
Hearts fall
Swallowed in the rain
Who knows
Life grows
Hollow and so vain
Wandering in the winter light
The wicked and the sane
Bear witness to salvation
And life starts over again
Now the clear sky is all around you
Aah aah
Love's shadow will surround you
All through the night
Star glowing in the twilight
Tell me true
Hope whispers and I will follow
Till you love me too
Ah ah ah
Now the clear sky is all around you
Aah aah
Love's shadow will surround you
All through the night
Star glowing in the twilight
Tell me true
Hope whispers and I will follow
Till you love me too
Ah ah ah...
Draco sniffed and wiped the tears away from his eyes. That's the song Narcissa used to sing before Draco went to sleep. "It's probably just the wind." He mumbled. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around.
"Goodbye Draco." He heard his parents saying.
"Goodbye." Draco whispered and left.
The End
