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Draco had to get some fresh air. He stumbled out of Lois's room. Mrs. Malfoy grabbed her husband's forearm before he could go after his son. He looked at his wife before nodding at her. He watched her exit the room instead.

The Malfoy matriarch took in a deep breath as she finally caught up to her son. She found him on the landing that overlooked the waters below the castle. She stepped out of the Great Hall and headed towards her son.

The night sky was amazingly clear, not a cloud in sight. The stars glimmered against the night's canopy. The full moon illuminated Draco's already pale face as he looked up to the stars.

Mrs. Malfoy stood quietly next to her son as he leaned against the wall that prevented young wizards and witches from falling to their impaled deaths. She, too, leaned against it.

"A galleon for your thoughts, Son," she said breaking the silence.

Draco gave a laugh. He turned to his mother. "I'm not sure they're worth that much," he said as he wiped his face.

Mrs. Malfoy finally noticed his moist cheeks. She rubbed his back reassuringly for a moment, like she used to do when he was little.

"I had a dream about this, Mum, right after I found out the Ministry still had us as husband and wife," he said looking at her. He nodded at the landing, "It happened right here, in fact.

"It was a night like this one. The war was still waging. Hermione and Celeste were grappling right here," he said as he took in a gulp. "Celeste stabbed her in the shoulder with the Dagger of Irses."

"The Dagger," his mother nodded as she knew what sort of dark magic was behind it.

"I couldn't stop the bleeding, just like how it happened tonight," Draco said wide-eyed. He laughed, "In the dream, she wanted me to leave her; 'Hogwarts wasn't a place for Death Eaters.'"

He leaned into his mother. She brought him in for a hug. "Everything will be all right, Draco," she said softly. He laughed nervously.

"I was just wishing on every single star out there, Mum," he said as he finally stepped back from the embrace. "Hermione was right.

"Crime knows no boundaries; Wizarding or Muggle," he leaned against the wall again. "It wouldn't have mattered if she and Lois were here in the U.K. or back in Hawaii."

"Death Eaters would use whatever means possible to make their point known, Draco. We know this first hand," his mother said to him as she looked out into the darkness.

Draco couldn't stop a sob from escaping. Mrs. Malfoy put her arm around his shoulder. Draco turned to look his mother in the face.

"This is my fault, Mum," he said.

"Draco," she said shaking her head. "We do everything we can to protect the people we love. But sometimes things happen over which we have no control."

"If I had just married Celeste in the first place," Draco began almost hysterically. "Hermione and Lois would be safe. They wouldn't be here in Madame Pomfrey's Hospital Wing."

"Draco," Narcissa Malfoy said taking in a breath, surprised at what her son was saying.

"No," Draco said gulping. "Mum, what if Hermione and I were never fated to be with each other?

"I could have prevented this from happening," Draco rationalized.

Mrs. Malfoy grabbed her son's arms turning him to face her. "We both know this plan of theirs was at least a year in the making, Draco.

"You said it yourself that Theo was probably the first victim when he suffered that wound to his right foot last June. He was lucky to arrive at St. Mungo's in time; only losing his lower leg.

"It was an accidental Muggle gun shot wound, Draco," she looked at him. "He didn't have to tell me anything. I played the consoling friend of the family.

"The visions I saw were frightening, Son," she said taking in a breath. "Muggles and Muggle-borns were their targets."

The younger Malfoy studied her face for a moment. "You saw Hermione getting shot?"

"I saw many people being gunned down, Draco," she shrugged. "I … I saw someone who looked like Hermione bleed to death."

Draco took in breath. He shook his head, denying a possible future.

"Draco," she began softly. "My visions are glimpses of possible futures. Not all of them come true the way I initially see them."

"Are Hermione and the baby going to be all right, Mum?" he asked, his breath caught in his chest.

Mrs. Malfoy looked into her son's eyes. She pulled him in for another hug. "They're going to be fine, Draco," she told him truthfully.

Draco cried, almost in relief. He stayed in his mother's embrace for a while before stepping back. Mrs. Malfoy wiped his cheeks with her fingertips.

"I think Lois inherited your gift," Draco said. Mrs. Malfoy canted her eyebrow up for a moment before smiling.

"Hermione said Lois saw me coming even before she used Reparo to fix her computer," Draco said. "I talked to Lois earlier today. Ginny said you had just left to freshen up.

"Lois," Draco gulped. He paused for a moment. "She saw Corey shoot Hermione. She said something about a snake eating a bullet and spitting it back out."

"I don't understand, Draco," Narcissa Malfoy looked at her son.

"I didn't either until Corey was going to shoot Hermione again. Before he could get off a second shot," Draco paused. "I cast Protego and my Patronus around her."

"Of course," Mrs. Malfoy nodded, "The serpent shield."

"The second bullet ricocheted and hit Corey directly in the middle of his chest. He staggered and then dropped."

"You and Hermione will have to help her deal with these visions, Draco," Mrs. Malfoy warned. "I saw my first real visions a couple of years before getting into Hogwarts. Lois is only two."

Draco nodded. "We'll be okay, won't we, Mum?" He asked, holding his breath.

Mrs. Molfoy nodded as she squeezed his shoulder. She nodded for them to go back into the castle. He took in a deep breath. He looked up at the stars one last time before he allowed his mother to lead him back into the Great Hall.

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