My heart will go on
Chapter six
Harry had refused to break down and cry until he had put his girls to bed. When all the children were fast asleep he and Hermione were sat in the kitchen when Harry began to cry with his head in his hands.
Draco was gone; his Draco was in Azkaban all alone. Hermione embraced him in a comforting hug, she hated to see him like this, the last time he had been this distressed he had stopped talking for four years.
"Harry, listen to me." She said suddenly. "I know it hurts, but you can't stop talking again, you need to stay strong, for your family and for Draco ok, we will get him back."
Harry looked at her, his emerald orbs glistening with tears. "I can't, it hurts so much, my heart aches."
"I know, I did some research on male pregnancies, they only occur when a wizard bonds with his soul mate, it hurts so much because of that, you've been together so long, it's harder to cope with because of that, but you must, otherwise you'll never get him back."
"How...Mione, how am I meant to cope, I haven't felt like this since...since Ron."
"In your heart you know that Draco is innocent, he knows it to, you are both going to fight to be together, if you stop speaking you can't fight for him, he needs you, he needs you to fight."
"But...what if I can't."
"You must, don't give up...if you do then Lusius wins, that's what he wants, do you want him to take your girls, raise them in the dark arts...as deatheaters?"
Harry shook his head in the negative, the two close friends embraced again and Hermione heard her friend whisper. "I won't ever give up."
Draco had been taken to a cell in Azkaban. He had only once in there third year experienced the power of the dementors but never this badly. If felt as if they were draining the life from him, draining Harry from him, he struggled to gain the thought that he was innocent, that he would soon be with his family.
The pain he felt was almost unbearable, the emotions weighing down on his heart to a point that he felt as if it would cave in if he would give up hope. But he didn't, he was innocent, he didn't deserve this.
He craved to be with Harry, he loved Harry, everything good about him was Harry. He had to get out, he had to be with him. He lay down on his bed, the first night in a long while he had slept without him by his side and fell into a restless sleep.
Harry too settled down with thoughts only of Draco. The bed left so empty without him. He felt so empty without him.
He could only imagine the hell that Draco himself was going through. This was Lusius' doing, he knew it, he wanted revenge. He had planted those things in the house, Harry knew he had but he had no way of proving it.
At Malfoy manor Lusius was happily sitting in his study feeling exceptionally please with himself. If what he knew was true then soon the 'soul mates' would be to lost without there other half to notice when he took the three brats.
Narcissa had heard him fire talking to some one about how there son was in Azkaban. She loved her son dearly, she had known he was gay, known he had liked the-boy-who-lived, knew that her son was never going to become a deatheater and she had followed him every step of the way.
Not desiring any arm to come to her beloved son she took her warmest cloak and crept off under the cover of darkness to Godric Hollow.
She wanted to be in her son's life, she had been her husband's trophy for too long now, no longer would she put up with him. She wanted to know her grandchildren; she didn't want them to become evil like she had been forced to do.