Ever AfterThis is MY version of Eternal Life.



Ever After

This is MY version of Eternal Life. This is not meant to insult anyone's beliefs. If you do not agree with this I do not care, to each his own. I use parts of the body such as heart and mind, even though they don't exist in that form in a spirit, I just can't think of a better name for them right now.



Chapter One

Draco gasped for breath, holding tightly to his daughter's hand. She brushed his hair from his forehead, laying a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Good-bye sweet Mary," He whispered. The air rattled softly in his throat, a dying gurgle. Mary reached over with a trembling hand and closed her father's lids, laying her head on his chest as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. Severus Snape laid a hand on her shoulder, silently giving her support, as he too weeped for the now departed Minister of Magic.

The wizzarding world passed the day in silence, going about their lives with heavy hearts. The hero of the Great War was gone, and possibly with him the era of piece they had lived in 203 years.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, he left a life of wealth, power, and Dark Magic to turn the world to a new golden age. Without him, Voldemort would still be alive, and most of the world wouldn't be. He was our greatest hero, not only as the Minister of Magic, but as a child, and we grieve his passing. But good can come from this moment, if we hold true to his beliefs..."

Draco watched Snape drone on and on and on, growing bored. He wasn't really a hero, he wasn't a great man, it was all an accident of Fate, just being in the right place at the right time really. Draco turned away from the memorial service, walking away from the mortal world all together as he followed the shining white light. A bright flash and a moment later he was standing in a sprawling garden, staring at the marble buildings around him.

"Firs Years this way!" A booming voice called out, causing Draco to scream, clutching the area of his heart.

A big bushy beard beamed at him, eyes twinkling under a tangled mass. "Took you damn long enough young Malfoy."

"H..Hagrid?"

"In the...well...shining spirit."

"But you...you're..."

"I died two weeks ago...the owl still hasn't arrived yet informing you all?"

Draco shook his head. "You look....young."

"So do you Draco." Hagrid pointed to the water of the pond in front of them. Draco walked over and peered down at himself, eyes widened with shock. Staring back at him wasn't the grizzled old man he had died, but instead a youthful, energetic seventeen-year-old Draco.


"Wh..How?"

"When you walked through he flash, you're thoughts choose how you would appear."

"Oh." Draco turned away from the water and looked around again, before looking up at Hagrid. "Why are you here?"

"New ones need a guide...someone to show them the ropes...get them re-aquatinted with the after life...I volunteered for you, had to fight a few people for the job mind you."

"Will I...see anyone else?"

"Soon enough, but not right now, you need to rest, you've spent a long time on Earth this visit."

Draco nodded, trying to take this all in. Something was tugging at his mind, something long forgotten yet almost remembered. Draco shrugged to himself, he'd figure it out in time. "Can I ask you questions, about the others?"

"Sure, ask while we walk though, I want to get started."

"How's my mother?"

"She's fine, anxious to see you though when you're out of quarantine."

"And my..father?"

"Ah, well..."

"He IS here isn't he?"

"Of course, where'd you think he'd be? Hell?" Hagrid gave a booming laugh. "Na, everyone ends up here eventually, just takes em a bit longer then others. No, he's still in Quarantine, most of the ones killed in the war are...some made it out though." He added, seeing the look on Draco's face. "Goyle and Crabbe are both working with other lost spirits, so don't you be worrying about them."

"I wasn't." Draco said softly. He stared out at one of the buildings as they passed it, absently noting it was the Library of History.

"Oh, you was thinking of Him wasn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he's awake as well....plays Quiddich with his dad."

Draco jerked his head up. Harry played Quiddich with his dad? With James, not to mention Sirius, Ron, Remus, Neville, Oliver and the twins what use did he have for Draco anymore?