Ok, this is going to be a lot darker then any of the other chapters, mainly because I'm in a dark mood...maybe I'll make Draco into a single father.... Serves them right.... guilty look sorry, rambling...
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//Why now... why not a year from now, when I can actually deal, when Jade can sit up, and I don't have to carry her everywhere. You can't do this to us harry, you can't, you really and truly can't, this isn't fair, do you hear me, it's not fair!!!!!//
Draco screamed in his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling his infant daughter in his arms. It was Christmas night, a night of joy, and love, and prosperity. But Draco would have none of it. His Christmas was painful. It had started out so well, opening gifts with Hermione and Weasley, the warmth in the room was contagious. Now, the fire was dying low, and a cold draft was seeping into the room, but the blonde didn't seem to notice, and Jade was bundled up tight, fast asleep after the long day.
There hadn't been a reason, not a good one, anyway. They were in the middle of dinner in the Great Hall, his mother had come for the occasion, invited by Harry and Draco, more with the idea of re-introducing her to Professor Snape, and, because Malfoy Manor was no place to spend Christmas alone. Everything had gone off according to plan, Narcissa had instantly fallen for her granddaughter, and Severus, well, he couldn't take his eyes off the blonde ex-Ravenclaw all night. The entire problem started right before dessert.
Harry had gone deathly pale, and Draco could feel how clammy and cold his skin was, even thought they weren't touching. Turning to his fiancee', it was painfully apparent that something was drastically wrong with the Boy-Who-Lived. He had been taken to the Infirmary, and part way there had started shaking violently, and passed out. He still hadn't woken up, despite the early hour, and Draco was at a loss. His mother and Snape had retired to his quarters to sleep, only an hour or two before, when it became evident that their were half-asleep on their feet anyway.
The minutes ticked by like hours, and the humming of the clock on the wall mocked Draco until he was near tears. He felt so helpless, just sitting there, while Madam Pomfrey had already told him there was nothing she could do until he awoke. But still, the time went by like a snail, unearthly slow and slimy, every hour leaving an endless trail. Jade murmured in her sleep, curling herself closer to her Daddy's warm body, her eyes flickering open for the barest second, revealing a flash of pure emerald.
But even her sleep was not sound. It was like she could sense that something was wrong, and very often awoke and searched the room for any sight of her missing father. There was no reason at all that this could have happened, harry in all outward appearances was at the peak of his health, and there hadn't been an outbreak of cold or flu in months, and besides, Voldemort was already defeated, So why on earth was this happening?
Draco simply couldn't figure out why his love had taken such a turn. And it was nearly dawn when Madam Pomfrey sent word that Harry had woken up.
//Finally! Oh God, please keep him safe...// Draco prayed quickly, thought never much for religion, or faith, this, to him, seemed like a good time to look for some reassurance. Even though Harry was awake, he looked half-dead, as Draco dashed into the Infirmary, clutching his daughter to his chest. Harry's face was pale and a sickly yellow, and his eyes were bloodshot and pupils wide. Madam Pomfrey shook her head sadly, waving a hand at the young man.
"Say your goodbye's Draco, I don't give him much longer."
"What's wrong with him?" Draco asked, passing Jade to her Daddy's waiting arms.
"I'm afraid Harry........................"
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*truly evil giggle well, that's all for now, you'll have to wait until I update again to find out what happens!!!
//denotes thought//
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//Why now... why not a year from now, when I can actually deal, when Jade can sit up, and I don't have to carry her everywhere. You can't do this to us harry, you can't, you really and truly can't, this isn't fair, do you hear me, it's not fair!!!!!//
Draco screamed in his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling his infant daughter in his arms. It was Christmas night, a night of joy, and love, and prosperity. But Draco would have none of it. His Christmas was painful. It had started out so well, opening gifts with Hermione and Weasley, the warmth in the room was contagious. Now, the fire was dying low, and a cold draft was seeping into the room, but the blonde didn't seem to notice, and Jade was bundled up tight, fast asleep after the long day.
There hadn't been a reason, not a good one, anyway. They were in the middle of dinner in the Great Hall, his mother had come for the occasion, invited by Harry and Draco, more with the idea of re-introducing her to Professor Snape, and, because Malfoy Manor was no place to spend Christmas alone. Everything had gone off according to plan, Narcissa had instantly fallen for her granddaughter, and Severus, well, he couldn't take his eyes off the blonde ex-Ravenclaw all night. The entire problem started right before dessert.
Harry had gone deathly pale, and Draco could feel how clammy and cold his skin was, even thought they weren't touching. Turning to his fiancee', it was painfully apparent that something was drastically wrong with the Boy-Who-Lived. He had been taken to the Infirmary, and part way there had started shaking violently, and passed out. He still hadn't woken up, despite the early hour, and Draco was at a loss. His mother and Snape had retired to his quarters to sleep, only an hour or two before, when it became evident that their were half-asleep on their feet anyway.
The minutes ticked by like hours, and the humming of the clock on the wall mocked Draco until he was near tears. He felt so helpless, just sitting there, while Madam Pomfrey had already told him there was nothing she could do until he awoke. But still, the time went by like a snail, unearthly slow and slimy, every hour leaving an endless trail. Jade murmured in her sleep, curling herself closer to her Daddy's warm body, her eyes flickering open for the barest second, revealing a flash of pure emerald.
But even her sleep was not sound. It was like she could sense that something was wrong, and very often awoke and searched the room for any sight of her missing father. There was no reason at all that this could have happened, harry in all outward appearances was at the peak of his health, and there hadn't been an outbreak of cold or flu in months, and besides, Voldemort was already defeated, So why on earth was this happening?
Draco simply couldn't figure out why his love had taken such a turn. And it was nearly dawn when Madam Pomfrey sent word that Harry had woken up.
//Finally! Oh God, please keep him safe...// Draco prayed quickly, thought never much for religion, or faith, this, to him, seemed like a good time to look for some reassurance. Even though Harry was awake, he looked half-dead, as Draco dashed into the Infirmary, clutching his daughter to his chest. Harry's face was pale and a sickly yellow, and his eyes were bloodshot and pupils wide. Madam Pomfrey shook her head sadly, waving a hand at the young man.
"Say your goodbye's Draco, I don't give him much longer."
"What's wrong with him?" Draco asked, passing Jade to her Daddy's waiting arms.
"I'm afraid Harry........................"
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*truly evil giggle well, that's all for now, you'll have to wait until I update again to find out what happens!!!