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Chapter 5 -
Running as the fastest pace Draco had ever found himself running at, he burst the doors the hospital. Nurse witches were running every which way, screaming out orders to each other.
"Repair his bones!" one shouted.
"Reattach her toe!" another yelled.
Draco casually walked up to the front desk and asked, "Excuse me, I'm Draco Malfoy, can you please tell me where my wife is, Elizabeth Malfoy?"
Mumbling to herself as she went along, the petite witch, with wild red hair that matched the hairs on each Weasley head, searched through thousands of papers on her desk.
"Ahh yes, Mrs. Elizabeth Malfoy, here it is. She's in room 317," and as soon as those words left her mouth Draco was off. "Up the stairs and to the left!" she yelled as he ran frantically through the halls of the hospital, pushing anything and everything out of his way as he went.
"317," he said to himself, looking each door, trying to find the correct one. "311, 313, 315, here, 317," He brushed his fingers across the nameplate tacked onto the door. "E. Malfoy," he read to himself. He put his hand on the doorknob for a few seconds, debating if he really wanted to open the door, for who knew what lie behind it? Hesitantly, he turned the knob very slowly. His eyes were closed until the door was fully opened and a small, white room was revealed to him. It was the nicest hospital Draco had ever seen. Everything was beautiful and white, from the curtains to the beautiful white lilies that were placed in a white vase on the white nightstand that sat next to his beloved.
"Elizabeth," he called out to her. He reached out for her, from a distance which was too far to touch. Draco got no response and called again, "Elizabeth, darling." He moved closer to her bed and placed his left hand on her right. "Lizzie, please," he whispered, trying to stay strong, though every inch of his body wanted to cry. He was startled when Lizzie began to squirm. Her eyes opened suddenly and Draco could see the bewilderment in her eyes when she realized where she was.
"Draco? Is that you?" she asked, squinting her eyes, trying to decipher the figure that stood beside her bed. "Where? What? Why? Draco, what happened? Why am I here? Where are the kids?" she asked worriedly.
Upset that he could not answer her, Draco called for the head nurse so that she could make things a little clearer.
"Elizabeth, you were brought here about six hours ago by a woman, Hermione Weasley I believe is her name. She said you were fine and then you suddenly collapsed and temporarily stopped breathing," the nurse paused while Draco finally broke down. Tears flowed from his eyes and though he tried, he could not cease his cries. "She got you here immediately. If she had waited any longer, you could've died. As for your children, they're with that Hermione."
"When will I be able to go home?" Elizabeth inquired with the little strength she had left. It hurt her to speak.
"Only time will tell Mrs. Malfoy. Only time will tell," the nurse said. She stood up and began walking out of the hospital room. Before she reached the door, Elizabeth started choking. She was being shaken about as if someone had a hold of her neck. The nurse called doctors and rushed to Elizabeth's side.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the nurse said, shoving Draco out of the room. He sat down against the wall outside Elizabeth's hospital room. He covered his face with his hands and bawled. What would he do without her? How could he raise two children by himself? His thoughts were interrupted by a hand placed fiercely on his shoulder.
"You alright there?" a voice asked. It was Ron, accompanied by Harry. He had never been so happy to see them in his life. He needed shoulders to lean on and looking up at Harry and Ron, he knew he could use their shoulders. They sat down next to him as he explained what happened.
"It was as if some unknown force grabbed her by the neck and rattled her about She was trembling and everything," Draco described what he had witnessed only minutes before.
"You don't think it was - er - Voldemort, do you?" Ron suggested a most horrid idea. Draco shuddered at the thought. Ever since Draco left the dark side, he had feared the return of Voldemort, who had vanished three years after Draco's Hogwarts graduation.
Draco looked at Ron, then at Harry, darting sharp looks at the two. "But why would Voldemort want her? Why wouldn't he want me? I'm the one who left the dark side. Elizabeth didn't do anything and doesn't deserve this," he said, tears swelling in his eyes once again.
"Draco, maybe you've forgotten, but what was the reason you left the dark side?" Harry asked, knowing that this wasn't the time or place to bring the topic up.
Draco dropped his head and put his sweaty hands on his knees. "Elizabeth," he whispered to himself. "It was all for Elizabeth. She'd have never loved a man of supporting dark forces. So I changed - just for her." He threw his head back and hit the wall. "You don't think that's why he'd be after her, do you?" Harry and Ron both shrugged their shoulders.
They jumped back when the door to Elizabeth's room opened. A tall man with hair resembling Hagrid's walked through. "Which one of you is Mr. Draco Malfoy?" he asked, pointing at Ron, Harry, and Draco.
"That'd be me, sir. Is she alright? Can I see her?" Draco asked anxiously, hoping that she was ok.
"Mr. Malfoy, it's never easy to say this, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news - but your wife died. It's believed to be the work of dark forces," he was interrupted by Ron, who continuously whispered, "I knew it, I knew it."
"I'm sorry about this Mr. Malfoy. You can see her one last time - but only you," he said fiercely as he shot glares at Ron and Harry," the doctor continued. He opened the door for Draco.
He stared at his wife - lifeless. He reached out for her hand - cold. He whispered, "I love you," in her ear but he was not heard. What would he ever do without her? How would he and his children get by? He kissed her cheek one last time and left when he could tolerate no more.
He walked out of the hospital room and was startled when he saw Ephram standing, holding Hermione's hand. Ron was holding Leila. He looked at his children - so innocent. They did not deserve to lose their mother. He didn't deserve to lose a wife. His wife didn't deserve to die. Draco bent down and opened his arms. His son ran towards him and embraced him. Draco refused to let go for several minutes, for he had already had to let go of his Elizabeth. When he did finally loosen from the embrace, he walked over to Ron and held out his arms for his daughter. Draco looked at Leila, dead in the eyes. She was definitely her mother's daughter, with the physical features that she possessed. His children, Ephram and Leila, were all of Elizabeth he had of left.
Though he tried his best to disguise them, tears escaped Draco's lonely eyes. Hermione walked over to him and held him tightly. "It'll be ok Drake," she said reassuringly. He knew that though he no longer had Elizabeth there physically, she was always with him. And he knew that his friends would be there for him for all time. The words played in his head. "Draco you lost her. Elizabeth is gone." This was the hardest reality to face.
"Daddy, where's mommy?" Ephram asked. This was the point in which Hermione hit her breaking point. It must've been hard for her to take, seeing a child lose his mother. She immediately picked him up and held him, trying to dismiss his thoughts of the location of his mother.
"What do I tell him?" Draco thought. "I can't tell him that his mom died and is never coming back."
"Ephram your mommy took a vacation - a long vacation," Harry said. It was the first thought that came to anyone's mind. Ephram seemed to understand and believe it, but still had further questions.
"Did she leave because she doesn't love me?" he asked. Draco took these words in as one would take a dagger through the heart.
"Oh no Ephram, it's not that at all. Mommy loves you. You may not be able to see her, but she can see you. It's magic Ephram," Draco explained.
"Like spells and stuff?" Ephram asked wearily. He wiped his eyes, for it was past his bedtime.
"Something like that," Draco replied. "I think we should all go home. It's been a long night."
Hermione carried Ephram out and Draco carried his daughter. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Draco would just have to wait and see - just like everyone else.
Sleep was foreign to Draco that night. He tossed and turned, thoughts of Elizabeth flowing throughout his mind. He reached out to put his arm around her, but sighed at the vacant spot in the bed that was next to him. This was the first of the many lonely nights that Draco would have to face.
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Chapter 5 -
Running as the fastest pace Draco had ever found himself running at, he burst the doors the hospital. Nurse witches were running every which way, screaming out orders to each other.
"Repair his bones!" one shouted.
"Reattach her toe!" another yelled.
Draco casually walked up to the front desk and asked, "Excuse me, I'm Draco Malfoy, can you please tell me where my wife is, Elizabeth Malfoy?"
Mumbling to herself as she went along, the petite witch, with wild red hair that matched the hairs on each Weasley head, searched through thousands of papers on her desk.
"Ahh yes, Mrs. Elizabeth Malfoy, here it is. She's in room 317," and as soon as those words left her mouth Draco was off. "Up the stairs and to the left!" she yelled as he ran frantically through the halls of the hospital, pushing anything and everything out of his way as he went.
"317," he said to himself, looking each door, trying to find the correct one. "311, 313, 315, here, 317," He brushed his fingers across the nameplate tacked onto the door. "E. Malfoy," he read to himself. He put his hand on the doorknob for a few seconds, debating if he really wanted to open the door, for who knew what lie behind it? Hesitantly, he turned the knob very slowly. His eyes were closed until the door was fully opened and a small, white room was revealed to him. It was the nicest hospital Draco had ever seen. Everything was beautiful and white, from the curtains to the beautiful white lilies that were placed in a white vase on the white nightstand that sat next to his beloved.
"Elizabeth," he called out to her. He reached out for her, from a distance which was too far to touch. Draco got no response and called again, "Elizabeth, darling." He moved closer to her bed and placed his left hand on her right. "Lizzie, please," he whispered, trying to stay strong, though every inch of his body wanted to cry. He was startled when Lizzie began to squirm. Her eyes opened suddenly and Draco could see the bewilderment in her eyes when she realized where she was.
"Draco? Is that you?" she asked, squinting her eyes, trying to decipher the figure that stood beside her bed. "Where? What? Why? Draco, what happened? Why am I here? Where are the kids?" she asked worriedly.
Upset that he could not answer her, Draco called for the head nurse so that she could make things a little clearer.
"Elizabeth, you were brought here about six hours ago by a woman, Hermione Weasley I believe is her name. She said you were fine and then you suddenly collapsed and temporarily stopped breathing," the nurse paused while Draco finally broke down. Tears flowed from his eyes and though he tried, he could not cease his cries. "She got you here immediately. If she had waited any longer, you could've died. As for your children, they're with that Hermione."
"When will I be able to go home?" Elizabeth inquired with the little strength she had left. It hurt her to speak.
"Only time will tell Mrs. Malfoy. Only time will tell," the nurse said. She stood up and began walking out of the hospital room. Before she reached the door, Elizabeth started choking. She was being shaken about as if someone had a hold of her neck. The nurse called doctors and rushed to Elizabeth's side.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the nurse said, shoving Draco out of the room. He sat down against the wall outside Elizabeth's hospital room. He covered his face with his hands and bawled. What would he do without her? How could he raise two children by himself? His thoughts were interrupted by a hand placed fiercely on his shoulder.
"You alright there?" a voice asked. It was Ron, accompanied by Harry. He had never been so happy to see them in his life. He needed shoulders to lean on and looking up at Harry and Ron, he knew he could use their shoulders. They sat down next to him as he explained what happened.
"It was as if some unknown force grabbed her by the neck and rattled her about She was trembling and everything," Draco described what he had witnessed only minutes before.
"You don't think it was - er - Voldemort, do you?" Ron suggested a most horrid idea. Draco shuddered at the thought. Ever since Draco left the dark side, he had feared the return of Voldemort, who had vanished three years after Draco's Hogwarts graduation.
Draco looked at Ron, then at Harry, darting sharp looks at the two. "But why would Voldemort want her? Why wouldn't he want me? I'm the one who left the dark side. Elizabeth didn't do anything and doesn't deserve this," he said, tears swelling in his eyes once again.
"Draco, maybe you've forgotten, but what was the reason you left the dark side?" Harry asked, knowing that this wasn't the time or place to bring the topic up.
Draco dropped his head and put his sweaty hands on his knees. "Elizabeth," he whispered to himself. "It was all for Elizabeth. She'd have never loved a man of supporting dark forces. So I changed - just for her." He threw his head back and hit the wall. "You don't think that's why he'd be after her, do you?" Harry and Ron both shrugged their shoulders.
They jumped back when the door to Elizabeth's room opened. A tall man with hair resembling Hagrid's walked through. "Which one of you is Mr. Draco Malfoy?" he asked, pointing at Ron, Harry, and Draco.
"That'd be me, sir. Is she alright? Can I see her?" Draco asked anxiously, hoping that she was ok.
"Mr. Malfoy, it's never easy to say this, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news - but your wife died. It's believed to be the work of dark forces," he was interrupted by Ron, who continuously whispered, "I knew it, I knew it."
"I'm sorry about this Mr. Malfoy. You can see her one last time - but only you," he said fiercely as he shot glares at Ron and Harry," the doctor continued. He opened the door for Draco.
He stared at his wife - lifeless. He reached out for her hand - cold. He whispered, "I love you," in her ear but he was not heard. What would he ever do without her? How would he and his children get by? He kissed her cheek one last time and left when he could tolerate no more.
He walked out of the hospital room and was startled when he saw Ephram standing, holding Hermione's hand. Ron was holding Leila. He looked at his children - so innocent. They did not deserve to lose their mother. He didn't deserve to lose a wife. His wife didn't deserve to die. Draco bent down and opened his arms. His son ran towards him and embraced him. Draco refused to let go for several minutes, for he had already had to let go of his Elizabeth. When he did finally loosen from the embrace, he walked over to Ron and held out his arms for his daughter. Draco looked at Leila, dead in the eyes. She was definitely her mother's daughter, with the physical features that she possessed. His children, Ephram and Leila, were all of Elizabeth he had of left.
Though he tried his best to disguise them, tears escaped Draco's lonely eyes. Hermione walked over to him and held him tightly. "It'll be ok Drake," she said reassuringly. He knew that though he no longer had Elizabeth there physically, she was always with him. And he knew that his friends would be there for him for all time. The words played in his head. "Draco you lost her. Elizabeth is gone." This was the hardest reality to face.
"Daddy, where's mommy?" Ephram asked. This was the point in which Hermione hit her breaking point. It must've been hard for her to take, seeing a child lose his mother. She immediately picked him up and held him, trying to dismiss his thoughts of the location of his mother.
"What do I tell him?" Draco thought. "I can't tell him that his mom died and is never coming back."
"Ephram your mommy took a vacation - a long vacation," Harry said. It was the first thought that came to anyone's mind. Ephram seemed to understand and believe it, but still had further questions.
"Did she leave because she doesn't love me?" he asked. Draco took these words in as one would take a dagger through the heart.
"Oh no Ephram, it's not that at all. Mommy loves you. You may not be able to see her, but she can see you. It's magic Ephram," Draco explained.
"Like spells and stuff?" Ephram asked wearily. He wiped his eyes, for it was past his bedtime.
"Something like that," Draco replied. "I think we should all go home. It's been a long night."
Hermione carried Ephram out and Draco carried his daughter. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Draco would just have to wait and see - just like everyone else.
Sleep was foreign to Draco that night. He tossed and turned, thoughts of Elizabeth flowing throughout his mind. He reached out to put his arm around her, but sighed at the vacant spot in the bed that was next to him. This was the first of the many lonely nights that Draco would have to face.
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