Draco lay dying. Sadness and not a small amount of fear overtook him. He had tried, really tried to make up for the mistakes he had made in his life. Was that enough?

When he had found Astoria he had began to hope. Then that marvelous boy had been born. Scorpios, his son, all he had never been allowed to be. Brave, compassionate and caring.

Hope and joy and all consuming love had blossomed in Draco's scarred heart. He watched his son grow and then leave for Hogwarts. It had been a shock when Scorpios had been sorted in to Gryffindor, then to find his best friends were named Weasley and Potter!

But times had changed and so had Draco. The Weasleys and Potters had been real friends to his boy. Protecting him, supporting him and loving him. Then had come the inevitable. Rose Weasley had become his daughter-in-law.

Then the years of happiness, watching the young couple living and loving in world safer than had been his lot at their age.

Then the sharing of the sorrow that they were infertile. Their search for the cure that never came and then the joy of them finding and adopting their daughter.

Who would have thought that a Malfoy grandchild would be caramel in color and so loved by her grandfather?

Ron Weasley and he had come to an understanding after that. Their mutual love of their children and that little girl the basis of almost a friendship.

Now it would soon end for him. The things his aunt and her twisted master had done to him, the years of his father's 'love' had taken too much of a toll on his body.

Soon he would find out if God was truly a forgiving God and if he had paid his debt.

Scorpio sat beside his father's bed, one arm around his mum, the other hand holding his dad's. Hour after agonizing hour he watched his dad's life slip away until they were here with barely a breath moving his chest.

His mum leaned over and whispered in to Draco's ear a final message of love. Then he kissed his dad's forehead and simply said, go in peace dad, go in peace.

Rose, his wife held him as he held their daughter and cried. Warda was so confused and hurt, how did he explain that one of her beloved pawpaw's was gone?

Later at the funeral the press had a field day with how many Weasley's and Potters were there. The long dead ugly past was raked over the coals until Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood beside Scorpios as he addressed the reporters, he admonished them and stated all that his father had done to rehabilitate the Malfoy name.

Draco became aware of a soft white mist. Looking around it became the neighborhood in France where he had met and fallen in love with Astoria. Walking toward him was his old potions teacher Severus Snape.

"I'm dead." it was neither a question nor a statement.

Professor Snape nodded his head. "Well is there when I find out my punishment?"

Snape stepped back an almost kind look in his eye. "No my boy your early life was punishment enough, this is where you go on to meet people that want to see you and to wait for those who come after."

Draco looked toward the horizon and saw a group of people, some he recognized, waiting. The first to greet him was his Grandmother Malfoy; he had only known her a short time, her life cut short by her abusive husband. She took his hand and began introducing him to the relatives that no one had been allowed to talk about while his dad had been alive.

"Is this heaven? Is this where we stay?" Draco asked his grandmother.

"No my child, this is the first step. You must go on; I will go with you if you like."

"Will I be able to see Astoria, Warda and Scorpios? May I see that they are all right?"

"Yes child. Now it's time."

An ornate coach formed from the mist. Draco assisted his grandmother in to its cool interior and joined her.

As the coach pulled away he turned to her; "What of mother and father?"

"Your mother is waiting for you….your father….he is not here."

"Grandmother did you see how he died?"

Tears appeared in her pale blue eyes. "Yes, he died as he lived. I have regretted my weakness, my inability to stop his father all of his life and now his death."

Draco placed a comforting hand on her knee. Smiling she turned to him and taking his face in both of her hands; "My boy you I am so proud of. You made the change, as your mother did. The proof is in your son and his child. To stop the direction your life has been forced toward and to change for the good is something very few can do. You my dear, dear child are a joy."

Draco settled back, a small smile upon his face. Scorpios would see to Astoria and now he knew that when her time had come he would be there to greet her. He regretted his father had not learned had not changed. But at least his mother waited….ahead.