Draco watched as the last of the Death Eaters de-apparated with a POP!. His father's voice was still ringing coldly in his ear. "You, a pureblood, should not be in love with a filthy mudblood! This is why tonight your precious Granger will be killed!" He could do nothing for he knew if he fought against them, he, along with his fiancé, would be killed. He watched them kill her with a single "Avada Kedavra!", while trying to overcome the full body bind his father had placed on him earlier.
He had to get out of this house, out of the place where he and his only love, Hermione, had planned to get married, have kids, and live the rest of their (what they thought was) long lives in.
As he walked out the door, he gasped in horror. He hadn't known that other raids were to take place in this predominantly Muggle town. He walked down his front stoop to his driveway, staring at all of the damage. Everywhere he looked, houses were in ruins. There was a horribly eerie silence.
Then he realized there had been innocent little children playing outside earlier, all little Muggles without a care in the world. What had happened to them? Where they in the piles of rubble and debris?
He started walking down the street, ears listening for any whimper or plea for help, eyes staring at every passing pile, his hand clenching his wand that he had hastily shoved into his Muggle-fashioned "Letter Jacket".
Then he heard something. Was it just hopeful thinking or did he just hear a child crying? He stopped listening even harder. There it was again. He started walking again, the crying getting louder. He quickened his pace and his heart raced. He had to save this child. He just had to.
Soon he turned into a yard. His stomach gave an unexpected lurch. Exactly where a toddler's plastic playground once stood was a pile of twisted and broken plastic. And sticking out of the side was a little hand, reaching and trying grab something, anything.
He ran forward and almost dove straight into the pile, throwing bits of plastic over his shoulder. There! He had just seen her panic-stricken face with tears running down it. He said softly, "Hold on! Don't move! I am going to get you out. Don't cry!"
Finally, enough of the plastic had been removed so that he could see just past her shoulders. He grabbed her and gently lifted her up. She's so small! How could she have survived? Draco thought to himself.
When he set her on the grass, she looked around and said in a cute and innocent voice, "What happened?" Draco's mind raced. He couldn't tell her about the magical world. "Oh it was nothing. Don't worry," he lied. "Um… so –err…What's your name?"
All of the sudden she said, "I know who I am! Me Lily!"
Hmm, that sounds familiar…Oh probably just some poor person Dad killed, he thought to himself. "Lily, do you have a last name?"
"Umm…I know it. Don't tell me! Uhhh… Oh yeah! Potter! That's it! Potter!"
Potter! So he lives around here? Oh crapola, does that mean he is dead? I wonder who will beat Moldy Voldy now…crap. Oh who was Harry's wife again? Thought Draco. "Hey, Lily? What's mommy's name?" he asked her softly.
"Her name is mommy, silly!" she said innocently, while watching a butterfly come and land on the plastic pile behind them. Oh yeah… Wow that was brilliant! Of course she wouldn't know her mom's name! She's like three, he thought with a mental slap. "Um, okay then. What did –err does Mommy look like?" he said carefully.
Lily stood up and walked over to the debris pile. She stopped, picked something up, and then toddled her way back to Draco.
"Here! That's Mama right there," she said pointing to a picture she had picked up. She pushed it into his hands. When he looked down, he gasped. For there in the picture waving back at him was a man who Draco guessed was Harry and a beautiful, fiery red-head. He knew the girl as soon as he saw her.
"Ginny! Wow! Uh, Lily, do you know where Mommy and Daddy are?" Draco asked quickly.
"Me dono…" she said distractedly while watching a butterfly on the grass beside her.
Oh crap! If Potter is dead, than no one can defeat Voldemort! Draco thought as he remembered what Hermione had told him about the prophecy made so long ago.
Lily suddenly jumped to her feet and said excitedly, "Oh yeah, now I rember! Mama and daddy are at a oror thingy!"
It dawned on Draco that Harry and Ginny were probably still at the Order meeting that Hermione had been at. So they are probably okay. But who is she with? "Who was watching you if Mommy and Daddy weren't here?" Draco said.
"Mr. Neville and Miss Loony!" Lily shouted. "Where'd they go? Did the scary big man with long hair hurt them? Oh, he frightened me, Mr.! I want my mommy!"
Oh man, Longbottom and Lovegood? They were vital to this war. Where are they? They can't be dead! Draco thought.
Then came two noises that made that made them jump.
POP! POP!