2:34 AM Saturday
The ambulance lights flashed intensely. Alternating Red and White. Paramedics scuttled about a stretcher upon which a young man lay. His cold, naked form was covered in a white hospital blanket, which was rapidly becoming soaked with the blood pulsing out from the suicide wounds on his arms. Draco's blonde hair was damp and darkened with sweat, and hung limply across his forehead.
The stretcher clattered as it raced over uneven paving stones on the path. The medics shouted instructions. Across the road an uncertain nine year old girl watched from behind the skirts of her obliviously staring mother. The sounds of a far off train served as a sublime reminder of how life everywhere else hadn't stopped. Just here, on this quiet street, in front of a gradually forming crowd.
The chief paramedic knew what would happen to Draco. He had it seen before. Seen too many youth suicides. At least they could make the effort for this one. The other kid was beyond anyone's help now. Draco just smiled blissfully, as the moonlight shone down as if only for him.
A tall figure broke from the crowd of spectators and intercepted the stretcher. The paramedic looked up in horror.
'Move! We'll lose him if you don't!' he shouted at the tall figure. The last thing he remembered thinking was how much this stranger reminded him of the victim, before he joined his colleagues on the ground in a bright green flash.
Lucius strode over to where his son lay, and looked down at him, a mixture of concern and disgust etched on his unyielding features. Draco saw him and the idiotic grin that was on his face widened.
He tried to push himself into a sitting position but slipped in his own blood like a grotesque parody of a child trying to walk.
'Father,' Draco gasped, the satisfaction still evident in his wavering voice. He collapsed back onto the stretcher and lost consciousness. Lucius cuffed him harshly across the face until he finally roused again.
'You're pathetic. Give me a reason why I should save your useless life?' Lucius spat with contempt. Draco's eyes widened.
'Easy father...' he said faintly, 'if you don't... you lose control.'
'I was right to disown you!' Lucius' temper flared, but for the first time Draco didn't mind. He was glad.
'You never owned me father...' his grin melted rapidly into a brutal snarl and he stared straight into Lucius' eyes, 'but now... I own you from this day on. Think about that.'
Lucius' wand slipped from his hand and clattered to the concrete path.
Checkmate. Draco, his final strength used up to bring about the victory he had waited eighteen years for, relaxed back into the pillow and closed his eyes. Everything was finally as it should be.