27th November 2003

Draco was pacing in the waiting room of the hospital; Narcissa was at home with the twins and Teddy. Blaise and Llaria were with Luna, Harry was still at the ministry, waiting for his trial. They had been waiting for only two hours when the Midwife came out, smiling brightly.

"You can go and see them now," Draco went in and found Luna holding her new daughter. She had a few wispy bits of Luna's white blonde hair, but she had a strong resemblance to Llaria, and Blaise's dark eyes.

"This is Lorcana Zabini, Draco. Your goddaughter," The little girl was asleep.

"I wish Harry could meet her, she's beautiful, Luna, Blaise congratulations." Draco smiled at the couple, awkwardly taking the little girl in his arms, desperately trying not to wake her.

1st December 2003

Draco broke the ministry seal with trepidation and pulled the letter carefully from the envelope. His heart sunk when he read the sprawling purple writing.

Dear Mr. Malfoy, the Ministry has found it necessary to inform you, that due to an injury sustained in Azkaban when attempting to escape, Harry Potter has been unable to attend a trial, furthermore, as he has attempted to escape, he will no longer be granted a trial, convicted with the murder of fifteen muggles, two Aurours and aiding Bellatrix Black to return from the dead, Mr. Harry James Potter has been formally sentenced to life in Azkaban, please find enclosed his personal belongings.

Unfortunately, during this incident, your father, Lucius Malfoy and Aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange succeeded in their escape. Please be aware of the danger these people pose and take means to hide and protect your family, any information of the whereabouts of these escaped criminals will be duly rewarded.

Regards, Kingsley Shacklebolt; Minister for Magic.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Luna walked through the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. She wiped the tears from his face, and he realized he was crying.

"Harry" He choked, thrusting the letter into Luna's hands, "He, he's, not coming back."

"We'll get him back, don't worry, come on, go with Blaise to the ministry today," Luna tossed the letter in the fire and pushed Draco towards the stairs, go Draco. Now."

Luna began sobbing, collapsing on the floor.

2nd December 2003

Draco and Blaise were on their way to the Ministry. They passed the statue of Harry and Neville in The foyer, standing over the heads of the crows like heroes. They left it until today because when Draco got that damned letter yesterday it was pretty late already. The people in the Ministry didn't even notice them. They snuck past the minister's secretary and both burst into the Minister's office, Draco's fury rearing its ugly head.

"Shacklebolt! What is the meaning of this?" He slammed both his hands down on Shacklebolt's desk, Kingsley just glared at him.

"Malfoy, I know you're referring to Potter, and he deserved every thing he gets!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Kingsley? Potter's the reason we're all alive today!" Blaise lunged forward, "You know him, you fought with him, he wouldn't-"

"HES A MURDER!" Kingsley roared, slapping Blaise across the cheek, and shocked, he didn't retaliate.

"You have no proof of that, Shacklebolt!" Draco said, calm as he could manage under the circumstances.

"The Auror hired by Mr. Weasley has dug up undeniable proof of Potter both being behind the attacks happening on Muggles, practicing dark magic and rallying the remaining Death Eaters." Kingsley paused to glare at them, "He is a new Dark Lord!"

"NO!" Draco said, pulling his wand out. Blaise pushed his arm down.

"What proof, who is this Auror?" Blaise asked.

"That Information is confidential, and the Auror hired by Mr. Weasley is Miss Astoria Greengrass.

"But-" Draco began.

"This argument is pointless, Mr. Potter died early this morning." Kingsley then ordered two Aurors to take them away.

Draco didn't notice.

Diagon alley had changed, it was slowly reverting back to the way it had been in 1997 and 1998. Pictures of wanted dark wizards on the shop windows and notices informing the public of the escape from Azkaban, the possible rise of a new Dark Lord.

"Blaise, we need Harry back, I need Harry back," Draco said, Blaise looked at him.

"Draco, he's gone-"

"No, I don't believe it, there's… There's just no way, its not possible, Blaise."

"Perhaps we should go see Daphne," Blaise cast a nervous glance over his shoulder, "If her sister is the one with the information on Harry," Blaise paused, "He deserves to have his name cleared, like Sirius… He would have wanted that."

"He's not dead!"

"Draco-"

"NO!" Draco pushed Blaise away from him, "No, no, no!"

"Draco-"

"He can't be gone." Draco sunk to the cobbled street of Diagon Alley, and just gave up.

"Draco, you can't…" Blaise sighed and wiped the tears from his face, "you have to be strong, for the boys, they…" Blaise stopped and took in a shaky breath, "The boys don't have a father anymore."

Draco just cried brokenly. "No…"

Draco slumped limply as Blaise held his shoulder and apparated them home.

"We can't tell the boys, not yet." Blaise hauled Draco onto the lounge in the drawing room. Draco just nodded.

"Blaise?" Luna came into the room and went straight to her husband, "Blaise, what's wrong, what's happened?" She looked at the two men, crying herself, now.

"Harry?"

"Luna, love he's…" Blaise took his wife's hand, "He died in Azkaban"

"No!" Luna wailed and then sat silently shaking her head, not believing.

7th December 2003

Draco was in the drawing room with the three boys.

"Ayah," Sirius said, cautiously moving towards him, "What's wrong?"

"Is it dad, Uncle Draco, what happened?" Teddy took one look at the broken expression on Draco's face and went as white as a sheet.

"He, he's not, he's alright, isn't he?"

"Your dad, boys he died in prison…"

Sirius screamed and ran from the room.

"YOU'RE LYING!" Teddy hit him, it wasn't hard or particularly vicious but it was a shock.

"But, he can't die, he PROMISED that he would always be there! Always!" James had a very similar reaction to Luna.

The lights flickered, then, the windows froze over, the air grew colder.

"Sirius!"

Draco, his grief forgotten, left the other two with Luna and went straight to Harry's room.

Sirius was sitting on the bed watching Harry sing out of the little pensive Draco had made for him.

Draco walked into the room and scooped Sirius into a hug. The lights stopped flickering and the temperature returned to normal.

"'s not real, 's not real. ITS NOT REAL!"

"Shhh, It'll be alright Siri, it'll be alright."

The little memory-Harry kept singing as Draco rocked Sirius, the little boy still chanting 'its not real, its not real.'

Eventually his sobs died down to hiccups until he only sniffled never fell asleep that night, just cried silently until all he could do was stare at nothing with a sorrowful look on his face that broke Draco's heart into smaller pieces. Teddy and James joined them shortly after and they all sat there in science. Draco could feel the hole in his chest widen, get darker and deeper as he started to accept that he would never see Harry again.

He could never tell Harry that he loved him.