Two extra scenes, after the end. Think of it as the extended version dvd.



Ending #2.


And left you here alone?



Lucius was sitting calmly in his favourite chair, reading the latest nonsense that the Daily Prophet had chosen to publish. If they really wanted to believe that the Death Eaters had surrendered last night, let them. In fact, he almost had to wonder if the Dark Lord had contacts inside the paper as well. Stories like these tended to lull the public into a sense of security, which made things so much easier while attacking.


A soft hoot drew his attention away from the paper. A plain owl holding an equally plain roll of chalk white parchment was sitting in the window, looking at him mournfully. Lucius took the parchment from the owl, and shooed it away. The owl seemed reluctant to leave.


Lucius just impatiently motioned for the owl to leave, and the owl did, disappearing in the twilight.


He opened the scroll, expecting it to be something from Gringotts or perhaps the Ministry. He was completely unprepared for what it did say.


...We regret to inform you that the body of your son, Draco Malfoy, has been found...


The words suddenly blurred, and Lucius blinked several times, trying to make it clear.


...Muggle apartment, suspected drug overdose...


Drug overdose? Surely his son, no matter how he had betrayed the family and the Cause, wouldn't have died in such an undignified manner. Even in self-imposed exile no Malfoy would become scum to even Muggle eyes.


He recalled his son, so weak and cowardly. His son quacking at the idea of killing. His son's horror at actually having killed. He'd always assumed that Draco was sequestered away in some hideout of Dumbledore's. He certainly didn't think that Draco had enough gumption to go out into the world alone.


But apparently... apparently he had been wrong.


...body is stored at... awaiting identification... to be buried...


Lucius considered going to retrieve his son's body. He could have it buried in the Malfoy family crypt, and let him lie with his forefathers, in honour forever more.


But Draco had never done anything to really deserve the honour of burial in the sacred manner of his forefathers. In fact, he had done everything he could to prove that he was unworthy of such an end. Betraying his Master, making Lucius look like a fool, and now, the final indignity, to die as a Muggle by a Muggle addiction.


Lucius tossed the letter into the fire, and watched the virgin white turn black.


He supposed that he would need a new heir now.


As he yelled for Narcissa, to tell her an edited version of this news, a vague thought in the back of his mind disturbed him.


If his son could fall so low, would he?


Malfoys weren't invulnerable to indignity and pathetic ends, as it seemed. Would his allegiance to Voldemort end in folly? Would the notice of his death end up in a fireplace somewhere, with out a tear shed in his name?


Would his body never receive the honour of a burial worthy of his bloodline?



If I would, could you?





Ending #3.


And left you here alone?


Pansy perched on the edge of the chair in her perfectly elegant dining room, holding the latest Daily Prophet in one perfectly manicured hand. She ignored the headline about supposed Death Eater retreats, and flipped through the pages idly, looking for an advertisement for the newest line of dress robes to come in at Gladrags.


A small by-line near the back of the paper caught her eye. "Malfoy Heir Found Dead."


She laid the paper on the table slowly, and took a measured sip of her rapidly cooling tea. Surely they weren't talking about Draco. Draco had escaped, the reports at the Death Eater meetings every month confirmed that. They hadn't actively been looking for him in two years. He had been free, had escaped the life that she was now permanently fixed in.


She hated and loved him for that.


She carefully read the short blurb, and found absolutely nothing informative. All it said was that Draco was dead, and that he had died some weeks back, and that the family had had a private ceremony in his memory. Not a word of the cause of death, or where he had been these last years, or even an exact date of death.


He was gone.


She imagined all sorts of ways he had died- killed by Aurors or perhaps Death Eaters on secret missions, running after being cloistered away by the Order of the Phoenix, perhaps even going to the Muggle world and meeting some tragic end there, perhaps in a car accident or being murdered by some horrible Muggle.


She only knew that she was jealous of the freedom he had given everything up for, and that she missed him deep down inside. He had been her first love, and though she knew they never would have amounted to anything, she still felt only tenderness for him.


As a house-elf refilled her cup with hot tea, she carefully cut the article from the paper with a spell, and tucked it away. She would put it in her memories box as soon as she found out when the new robes would be arriving.


If I would, could you?





fin.