Authors Note:

Thank you all for your lovely reviews, follows, favorites and messages! I read them all! In this chapter we will see how his memories from his past life (One Day) begin replaying and consuming his mind, making him confused. Also, we will take an unusual twist...I hope you enjoy it!

Bonnie x

A Sudden Death

"I can't do this Draco. I don't know how to cope with you anymore," The tears poured from Astoria's heartbroken eyes, "I break up with you." She left the room and I stood there watching where she had just stood. Thoughts swirled around in my mind and I had no emotion or feelings for Astoria anymore.

"This has to stop. Right now!" My mother screeched at me as she entered the bedroom, she began turning scarlet, a vein popping out on her made up forehead, "That girl loves you so much and you couldn't even care!"

"Mother-"

"No! I am sick of you. I want you out and back at your place now. I cannot even look at you." Nacrissa screamed, her eyes piercing me with fury and she stormed out of the room. A loud crash and bang came from downstairs – I sprinted down the stairs and into the room the noise had come from. There stood a former Death Eater and my father, Lucius laid deathly pale on the floor.

"Lucius!" my mother screeched which made my blood curdle. The Death Eater apparated leaving me and my mother alone with my father. My father's eyes fell upon our fireplace where a proud family portrait hung on the wall, a tear made its path down his creamy cheek.

"No!" She cried into his frozen chest. My father had been ordered to kill that Death Eaters family -which he did and in return the Death Eater killed him for revenge. I knew my father wasn't the best of men but the pain I felt looking at his dead body was excruciating. I wept next to my mother who by now was in complete hysterics.

Several staff came running in the room to the see the commotion. They all were taken aback by the sight of my dead father. Such a powerful man, whom many feared, now lay in a clump on our polished floor. The Death Eater had casted the Avada Keduvra spell, killing him instantly. Somehow, I felt as if I had cast this spell before and the pain had felt similar. I shook these thoughts away with my emotions and held my mother in my arms as her heart became smashed into millions of pieces.

My mother held onto my arm as they lowered my father into his fresh grave. Hundreds of people gathered in their black robes, several sobs came from the swarm of black. My mother hadn't eaten or slept once since he had been murdered – neither had I. I just couldn't stomach anything.

Astoria and her parents had come up to me and my mother to express their condolences. Astoria wrapped her arms around me as I felt nothing. No one could make me smile, angry, sad, laugh – nothing. Astoria's parents did not like me, well, I did leave their daughter at the altar. However, Astoria had said that we had issues and she was glad that we did not commit to each other finally, she had concluded that she had left me. We said our goodbyes and I knew that could be the last time I would ever see my ex-fiancée, Astoria Greengrass.

As we began departing from the gloomy funeral, I noticed a person laying red roses on top of my father's dug-over grave. The soil contrasting against the bright green grass where several shoe prints had dug out the manicured grass. She wore a black dress and a large hat to cover her face, when she turned around; I met Hermione's warm eyes. Swarms of emotions ran through me, I hadn't felt any emotion in what seemed like eternity. My mother had long gone left my side; she spoke to relatives which left me alone.

Hermione walked up to me, not saying a word, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her body as close as I could to me, capturing all her warmth and energy. I never wanted to let her go, she felt like the only thing that was worth living for. Hermione nuzzled her face into my chest and whispered how sorry she was for my loss. Her crimson red lips met my watery cheek and she walked away into the crowd of black.

I sat in the park across from my apartment. I watched the children run around playing muggle games, the random people skateboarding passed me, the ducks waddling passed and the couples who held hands.

I hadn't slept for four days and I had barely eaten, I couldn't stomach anything. I would sometimes walk by Hermione's apartment block and look up to her window – in hopes of maybe seeing her staring back down at me.

I had walked nearly the whole central part of London, wandering into bars and clubs and then into dodgy alleyways and through rich parts of the city. I would meander through apartment blocks, malls, streets and hotels. I had come across hookers, shop owners and business people. Everyone bustling around, living their everyday lives.

The streets were muggy and smoky. Bus exhausts spewed out grey smoke and cars hooted with frustration. People meandered through each other, trying to reach their destinations.

I didn't know what to do. My mother disapproved of me and had gone into depression and I had too. We couldn't communicate with each other, it just did not feel right. The Manor was lonely and quiet. My father had left all of his money to me, well, what was left.

I walked along the Thames River and watched the boats sail passed on the murky water. I finally came to a quiet spot next to the river and stared into the water, pondering my existence.

The water whispered my name, begging for me to join its mysterious depths. It hit the sides of the concrete wall with frustration, becoming angrier that I wouldn't accompany it.

My leg swung over the rail and I hung over the deathly looking water. I took a deep breath, and let my arms go and fell into the river. I sank slowly to the depths of the waters, my mind becoming painful as memories replayed. The water swarmed around me, silence. Only the few bubbles of my breath floated to the rest of the world.

My lungs screamed at me for air, my mind would not let my body reach the surface. It was as if each thought made me sink deeper and the less I thought, I was able to swim further to the top. I realized that if I wanted to live, I had to stop thinking. But why would I want to live? What was there to live for? For Hermione.

No, she doesn't care about me. She has Ron. It wouldn't matter to anyone if I was there or not. A loud shriek coming from Hermione ran through the waters. Another whisper of her saying she loves me. She called my name and then said goodbye. It was all becoming too much.

Don't leave me, Draco. Her voice echoed, pulling me towards the surface.

Come.

I gasped for air, water entered my lungs, swirling around my insides. I kicked with all my might to the surface and finally my hands grabbed the railings. I coughed and attempted to gasp for air, my body was tired and beaten up and so was my mind.

I pulled myself over the railing and collapsed onto the paving, bending over for desperate need of air. After a while, I was breathing normally and the skies decided to let it rain. I blended in with crowds of wet people as I walked through the city.