*Suffer Disclaimer- I don't own it I'm not a good righter and no were near JK.R.

Draco Malfoy walked through the halls of his vast mansion staying
from the third floor. When the memories of her got to difficult to bear he sighed heavily and headed down to the master bedroom. Standing in the door way he looked down at her body, her head rested on her hair, with one arm going in front of her face to lay on the long hair as well, the other arm lay near her stomach and her fist held the necklace she 'd gotten at 16 for a Christmas gift. She looked as though she were sleeping if it weren't for the forming bruises on her arms and face, even a faint bruises was visibly on her neck, he was sure she was dead and new he should check, her night gown was torn on the right shoulder. The wand he'd seen many times before lay snapped on the bed with the unicorn hair lay un-torn holding the holly wood together. Draco turned with anger on his face and shut the two large doors. He headed for his room to think of the pain he bestow luscious for what he had done to his mother.