Unfamiliar dark empty room, candlelight shining in from the corridor. Mysterious Muggle device in the corner. Plain purple blanket covering him from chest to feet.
He tries to remember what happened.
Oh.
He pulls the blanket back. Cast around his left arm. Thin white robe. Bandage around his right elbow. Strange; he doesn't remember hurting that.
Mother.
Is she here? Or is she lost? Dead? He's already lost one parent-
Sit up. Turn. Feet on floor. Cold stone floor; he wishes for slippers.
Stand.
No.
Try again.
Stands up. Stays up this time. Cradles his cast in his good arm.
Opens the door. It is difficult; his hands are occupied. Steps out. An empty corridor. Picks a direction. Left.
He walks. Eight steps. Ten-
He closes his eyes, dizzy. Slumps against the wall. Sits on the floor. Breathes.
He tries to stand again. Nothing to push on. He can't get up.
Can he crawl?
No free arms-one in a cast, one holding the cast.
He lies down on the cold stone floor.
At the end of a corridor, a door opens.
"Malfoy?" a voice asks.
He looks up.
Granger.
"You should be in bed!" she scolds, and steps back out. Returns with some Weasleys. Three, four, maybe more. He can't count. One of them has green hair.
They pick him up. Carry him back down the corridor. He wants to cry. It was so hard to get this far, and now they are taking it all away.
They put him back in the hospital bed. Granger takes the blanket. Covers him.
"Mother," he says. "Narcissa."
"She's here," Granger says. "She's going to be fine."
He nods. "Ginny?" he asks. He doesn't remember her being hurt, but-
"She's fine too," Granger says.
He nods. Fine. Everyone's fine. Except for Lucius. Who will never be fine again.
Father...
He closes his eyes. Turns away from his enemies...no. His old enemies. His new allies. He hopes.
Because he can't go back. Can't be a Death Eater anymore. Not after what Lucius did. After what he did.
He falls back into sleep.
