Unforgotten Love
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.Rowling, except for Morgan and Hope who belong to me. The song, Fallen Embers, belongs to Enya.
'Fallen Embers'
*Once, as my heart remembers,*
*all the stars were fallen embers.*
*Once, when night seemed forever*
*I was with you*
Draco smiled looking at his neice's first birthday party. Smile. Something he hadn't done in such a long time. Ron's first child looked a lot like Ron, but was obviously very inteligent like Hermione. Hope, his niece, had certainly been a new ray of hope. Hope Weasley had been born in March of 2008.
Draco looked out the window of the Weasley's house. In between two trees hung a hammock, he and Ginny had lain there many times looking at the constellations. Draco closed his eyes, as more memories of Ginny flooded into his mind.
*Once, in the care of morning*
*in the air was all belonging.*
*Once, when that day was dawning*
*I was with you*
~FLASHBACK~
Draco yawned as the rising sun glared into his eyes. Him and Ginny had been looking at constellaions again that night, and had obviously fallen asleep. He looked down at the red-head in his arms. She looked heavenly to him. The sun's glare giving her hair and face a golden glow.
Ginny's eyes scrunched as the sun's rays began to shine into her eyes. She opened one eye, and peeked at Draco staring at her with a far off look. She slowly raised her head and kissed him gentley.
~END FLASHBACK~
Draco shivered slightly the November air sending a chill to his boned as he walked to his destination.
*How far we are from morning*
*how far we are*
*and the stars shining through the darkness,*
*falling in the air*
~FLASHBACK~
Draco looked up at the velvety black sky looking for a familar constellation. Ginny was lying on her back next to him. They had started looking at the stars around ten o'clock that night, and it was now midnight.
"There it is, Draco." Ginny said pointing at a constellation.
"Draco the dragon," Draco whispered back.
Ginny giggled propping herself up on her elbows. She watched the constellation completely aware that the Draco sitting next to her was watching her. She didn't take her eyes off of the constellation until Draco tilted her head towards him, and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.
"Draco," Ginny whispered. "I've got something to tell you..."
Draco pulled his head back and looked at Ginny questioningly. She clasped his hand gentley, and he looked down and watched her pull his hand toward her. She kissed his fingers gently, whispering, " I love you.", before placing his hand on her stomach.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows, watching their hands on her stomach. Then it hit him, or kicked him would be more appropriate. He snapped his head up, and Ginny nodded. Draco grinned and pulled her into a tight hug. He was going to be a father.
~END FLASHBACK~
*Once, as the night was leaving*
*into us our dreams were weaving*
*Once, all dreams were worth keeping*
*I was with you*
A tear fell down Draco's cheek. The sun had set hours ago. It had set on Ginny's life a year after they had wed. It was now five years after her death, and Draco couldn't quit crying. He cryed for himself, her family, but most of all for her and her daughter. Virgina Weasley, his one true love, would never get to see her first neice, Hope Virginia Weasley. She didn't even know that she had a niece, she'd died five years before Hope had been born. Hope would never get to know the wonderful aunt that she should have had.
Ginny's family would never get to see their only precious daughter and sister again. Ginny would never get to see the daughter she should have raised. Draco would never see them again. No would ever get to see her or her child again. Draco had begged Dumbledore to let him go into the past and trade his life for Ginny's, but Dumbledore wouldn't let him. Draco had told him that he would never forgive Dumbledore, but he had eventually. After the pain had eased, he had went to Dumbledore and apologized, explaining that his anger had gotten the better of him at the time.
Draco often cried for his daughter, Morgan, who had been born premature. Far too premature to even be saved. The medi-wizards and witches had tried so hard. They had called in the best medi-wizards and witches in the world, but nothing could save Morgan. Morgan had been a hope for Draco for the only hour of her life. Draco had told the doctors that if there was nothing they could do for the girl then he wanted to spend what little time she had left with her, and they allowed him too. They couldn't have said no even if they wanted too. Draco had just lost his wife, and was moments away from losing his only child.
Ginny and Draco had had plans for their lives. Plans that seemed perfect. They were supposed to have children, do things together. Enjoy life. Help the Light Side win the war, but it never happened.
Voldemort had intervined. Draco had been in one of the battles on the other side of England when it happened. The Battle of Angels, is what most called it. Halfway through it Draco had sensed something wrong, and had immediately disapperated home. The worst scene imaginable was there to greet him. Medi-people were bustling around the house. Draco shook his head hoping against fate that it wasn't so. He ran to the room that they were all coming in and out of. He elbowed his way to find his wife.
When he finally found her, she was lying on the floor. He was about to throw himself down next to her, when someone grabbed his arm. He whipped his head around, the tears streaming down his face. Hermione, a medi-witch, explained to him that Virginia was dead, but that their child had an imensly small chance of living. At that moment, Draco felt a fleeting chance of hope, and demanded that she take him to the child. Hermione obeyed, but Draco was not given a daughter to raise.
His whole life was ruined, and he felt the rage racing through his veins. Voldemort needed to be stopped. He lost his wife, and his first and only child. He wanted to avenge them. Avenge every family that had to go through the pain that he was going through.
~Once, when our hearts were singing~
~I was with you.~
Another tear rolled down, Draco's face as he looked at the two headstones. One read Virginia Renae Malfoy 1987-2009, and the other read Morgan Narcissa Malfoy 2009-2009.
A.N: I know, I know. I deserve to be flamed for killing Ginny. But it was the only song, I could find enough inspiration to write anything to. And this is the last chapter for this little fic. Please go and Read my other stroy Amore Pericoloso/Cruel to the End.
I had Ginny born in 1987 because no other date seemed to catch in my mind. I did the math, Ginny died at the age of tweenty-two. I know the dates seem a little weird, but in the year 2009 I'll be tweenty-two. I'm fourteen (almost fifteen) so I know that the timing is right.
Morgan got her name, cause nothing else stuck in my mind. Trust me I sat here for a couple of minutes trying to think of the perfect name. I wish I could have made it so that Morgan lived, but it made it more heart felt that Draco lost everything he loved truely.
Ok, ok. Please review. Flame or praise, it's your choice.
Thank You:
SAngel- Well here's more, whether or not you like it is up to you...
Rubyjuls1722- I know the Weasley characters were a little outta character...
Ms. Raye Sinic- Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you liked it. Hope you like this one.
Book-Lover-210- I know this wasn't a happy ending, but it was an ending.
Ld vLd- Thanks for reviewing, I'm really glad that you liked it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.Rowling, except for Morgan and Hope who belong to me. The song, Fallen Embers, belongs to Enya.
'Fallen Embers'
*Once, as my heart remembers,*
*all the stars were fallen embers.*
*Once, when night seemed forever*
*I was with you*
Draco smiled looking at his neice's first birthday party. Smile. Something he hadn't done in such a long time. Ron's first child looked a lot like Ron, but was obviously very inteligent like Hermione. Hope, his niece, had certainly been a new ray of hope. Hope Weasley had been born in March of 2008.
Draco looked out the window of the Weasley's house. In between two trees hung a hammock, he and Ginny had lain there many times looking at the constellations. Draco closed his eyes, as more memories of Ginny flooded into his mind.
*Once, in the care of morning*
*in the air was all belonging.*
*Once, when that day was dawning*
*I was with you*
~FLASHBACK~
Draco yawned as the rising sun glared into his eyes. Him and Ginny had been looking at constellaions again that night, and had obviously fallen asleep. He looked down at the red-head in his arms. She looked heavenly to him. The sun's glare giving her hair and face a golden glow.
Ginny's eyes scrunched as the sun's rays began to shine into her eyes. She opened one eye, and peeked at Draco staring at her with a far off look. She slowly raised her head and kissed him gentley.
~END FLASHBACK~
Draco shivered slightly the November air sending a chill to his boned as he walked to his destination.
*How far we are from morning*
*how far we are*
*and the stars shining through the darkness,*
*falling in the air*
~FLASHBACK~
Draco looked up at the velvety black sky looking for a familar constellation. Ginny was lying on her back next to him. They had started looking at the stars around ten o'clock that night, and it was now midnight.
"There it is, Draco." Ginny said pointing at a constellation.
"Draco the dragon," Draco whispered back.
Ginny giggled propping herself up on her elbows. She watched the constellation completely aware that the Draco sitting next to her was watching her. She didn't take her eyes off of the constellation until Draco tilted her head towards him, and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.
"Draco," Ginny whispered. "I've got something to tell you..."
Draco pulled his head back and looked at Ginny questioningly. She clasped his hand gentley, and he looked down and watched her pull his hand toward her. She kissed his fingers gently, whispering, " I love you.", before placing his hand on her stomach.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows, watching their hands on her stomach. Then it hit him, or kicked him would be more appropriate. He snapped his head up, and Ginny nodded. Draco grinned and pulled her into a tight hug. He was going to be a father.
~END FLASHBACK~
*Once, as the night was leaving*
*into us our dreams were weaving*
*Once, all dreams were worth keeping*
*I was with you*
A tear fell down Draco's cheek. The sun had set hours ago. It had set on Ginny's life a year after they had wed. It was now five years after her death, and Draco couldn't quit crying. He cryed for himself, her family, but most of all for her and her daughter. Virgina Weasley, his one true love, would never get to see her first neice, Hope Virginia Weasley. She didn't even know that she had a niece, she'd died five years before Hope had been born. Hope would never get to know the wonderful aunt that she should have had.
Ginny's family would never get to see their only precious daughter and sister again. Ginny would never get to see the daughter she should have raised. Draco would never see them again. No would ever get to see her or her child again. Draco had begged Dumbledore to let him go into the past and trade his life for Ginny's, but Dumbledore wouldn't let him. Draco had told him that he would never forgive Dumbledore, but he had eventually. After the pain had eased, he had went to Dumbledore and apologized, explaining that his anger had gotten the better of him at the time.
Draco often cried for his daughter, Morgan, who had been born premature. Far too premature to even be saved. The medi-wizards and witches had tried so hard. They had called in the best medi-wizards and witches in the world, but nothing could save Morgan. Morgan had been a hope for Draco for the only hour of her life. Draco had told the doctors that if there was nothing they could do for the girl then he wanted to spend what little time she had left with her, and they allowed him too. They couldn't have said no even if they wanted too. Draco had just lost his wife, and was moments away from losing his only child.
Ginny and Draco had had plans for their lives. Plans that seemed perfect. They were supposed to have children, do things together. Enjoy life. Help the Light Side win the war, but it never happened.
Voldemort had intervined. Draco had been in one of the battles on the other side of England when it happened. The Battle of Angels, is what most called it. Halfway through it Draco had sensed something wrong, and had immediately disapperated home. The worst scene imaginable was there to greet him. Medi-people were bustling around the house. Draco shook his head hoping against fate that it wasn't so. He ran to the room that they were all coming in and out of. He elbowed his way to find his wife.
When he finally found her, she was lying on the floor. He was about to throw himself down next to her, when someone grabbed his arm. He whipped his head around, the tears streaming down his face. Hermione, a medi-witch, explained to him that Virginia was dead, but that their child had an imensly small chance of living. At that moment, Draco felt a fleeting chance of hope, and demanded that she take him to the child. Hermione obeyed, but Draco was not given a daughter to raise.
His whole life was ruined, and he felt the rage racing through his veins. Voldemort needed to be stopped. He lost his wife, and his first and only child. He wanted to avenge them. Avenge every family that had to go through the pain that he was going through.
~Once, when our hearts were singing~
~I was with you.~
Another tear rolled down, Draco's face as he looked at the two headstones. One read Virginia Renae Malfoy 1987-2009, and the other read Morgan Narcissa Malfoy 2009-2009.
A.N: I know, I know. I deserve to be flamed for killing Ginny. But it was the only song, I could find enough inspiration to write anything to. And this is the last chapter for this little fic. Please go and Read my other stroy Amore Pericoloso/Cruel to the End.
I had Ginny born in 1987 because no other date seemed to catch in my mind. I did the math, Ginny died at the age of tweenty-two. I know the dates seem a little weird, but in the year 2009 I'll be tweenty-two. I'm fourteen (almost fifteen) so I know that the timing is right.
Morgan got her name, cause nothing else stuck in my mind. Trust me I sat here for a couple of minutes trying to think of the perfect name. I wish I could have made it so that Morgan lived, but it made it more heart felt that Draco lost everything he loved truely.
Ok, ok. Please review. Flame or praise, it's your choice.
Thank You:
SAngel- Well here's more, whether or not you like it is up to you...
Rubyjuls1722- I know the Weasley characters were a little outta character...
Ms. Raye Sinic- Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you liked it. Hope you like this one.
Book-Lover-210- I know this wasn't a happy ending, but it was an ending.
Ld vLd- Thanks for reviewing, I'm really glad that you liked it.