Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
What had I done to deserve this?
Well, in answer to that question... a lot. Like when I became a Death Eater, taken the lives of so many innocent people, spat in the face of Death.
But then why…
Is their revenge on the people all around me?
My mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy.
A woman of power, riches and beauty. Broken at the hand of my father. Her shattered soul was never loved by him, only kicked down further into the darkness. In the end he only brought her Death. And I, too afraid to stand up for her, to defend the woman who brought me into this harsh world.
My son, Dimitrius Arthur Malfoy.
My heir that will never live to see his first birthday simply because he was three months too early. I'll never hear him call me 'Daddy' or teach him how to ride a broom or feel proud that my son was sorted into Slytherin. I'll never be able to give him the childhood I never had.
My daughter, Lyra Narcissa Malfoy.
My beautiful princess, with her strawberry blonde hair and my grey eyes. Her smile that always brings warmth to my heart, no matter what. Yet as she grew older, she drifted farther away from me. She fell ill one year, to an incurable disease. Day by day, she grows weaker and paler. Nothing I did could prevail Death's cold hands as he mercilessly dragged her from me.
My one true love, Ginevra Weasley Malfoy.
Only one glance at her last child before she departed this world. Leaving me behind with our daughter, taking my soul with her. The house is so empty without her constant noise, so eerily silent. The bed, so cold with out her there to warm it up. I was so lost without her, and yet I only had her for a brief moment before she was gone.
The Hands of Fate-
Delivers justice to those who deserve it. And I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, certainly deserved whatever they handed me. But why, I ask, must it be…
On those that I love the most?
Ok, definitely not fluffy stuff. This fic was inspired by the novel 'Echo' by Francesca Lia Block.
I am terrible at writing one shots so please tell me what you thought. Good or bad.
Thanx
Kas