Not even an hour later, a black-clad figure approached the Malfoy Manor in nearly a state of shock. One of his only friends since Hogwarts had been killed with nothing left to show for it except for the son which was at the top of the stair case. The figure was none other than Severus Snape. He made his way upstairs, walking past Narcissa and to the little boy's room only to stop short at the sight of his best friend lying on the floor. He went to Lucius and closed the dead man's eyes, letting a little tear escape his normaly blank façade. He stood up once more and grabbed the little blonde boy from his crib. Draco looked up at his god-father and instantly buried his little blonde head into the black shoulder, crying.
"I want daddy."
Snape held the little boy close, whispering in his ear,
"I'm sorry little dragon, but daddy isn't going to be waking up anytime soon."
Snape pushed back the little bangs on the one-year-old's head and noticed an odd-shaped scar on his forehead. It somehow resembled a peacock feather, the animal that represented the Malfoy family. Snape smiles sadly at the little boy and carts him off away from the manor before any ministry officials or death eaters can come to the scene of the crime and take him instead.
A few hours later, he arrived to Spinner's End and placed Draco in the crib he used for when he spent the night and let the little boy sleep. Never in his dreams would have thought it would be his best friend who got brought down, he had always thought it would have been the Potters instead, they defied him more often than the Malfoy's did. He couldn't change anything though, all he could possibly do is raise Draco to the best of his abilities and hope for the best.