Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and do not have the intent to make any money out of these stories. Harry Potter and everything related belongs to J.K. Rowling, I just write fan fiction.
Comfort in lost souls.
The man looked down at the boy, lying in a dark coffin. His hair was combed and his eyes were closed, as though he was merely sleeping. But the elder man noticed the little differences in the boy's face, as only a father could. His face was even paler than normal, his hair far to neat and his eyelids seemed to covered in shadows of darkness. It didn't remember him of his son at all, it had to be a nightmare.
But the smallest hint of a smile on the blonde boy's face told Lucius Malfoy, that it really was his son. He could picture Draco smiling, just like he seemed to be doing now, like he had attained something other thought to be impossible Maybe this time, that wouldn't be a lie. Maybe, Draco Malfoy found happiness in his dead. Never wishing for immortality at all. Maybe,…
Lucius Maloy shook his head, driving the tears back, as a small, chubby hand gently touched his arm. He looked at the trembling hand, realizing it belonged to a person, just as a small scared voice started to talk.
"Lucius, don't drown yourself in your grieve. Let your soul rest for a moment." As the world reached Lucius' ears a bitter look of mockery contorted his handsome features. "I have no soul Peter, it fled my body a long time ago," he whispered, his voice barely audible as his shone with tears.
A silence fell between the two men, but neither of the two felt the need to say something. They just stood there. Peter's hand on the blonde man's arm as a tear silently ran down Lucius' face. There was no need to break the silence. Two lost souls had found each other and were comforted by pure silence,…
