Complicated

Chapter 56: Invasion

I N V A S I O N

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Draco's POV

I kissed my daughter's forehead as I sat by my children in the infirmary. They've been unconscious for three days. All three of them.

The blonde Weasley boy hasn't left my oldest daughter's side either, has even slept in the uncomfortable metal chairs here. So has Potter's oldest, James, and even his little girlfriend has stopped by to support him and my children as well.

Potter's son, Albus, hasn't left Freddy, constantly pacing the room and falling asleep leaning on the walls. Granger and Weasley's boy, Hugo, hasn't left my son either, but mini Potter has insisted for him to go to sleep in his room, though he comes back every morning and leaves at night.

The Lovegood kid has constantly been crying over my youngest daughter, holding her hand and telling her she'll be fine, sleeping leaning on the walls and refusing to leave. Roxy, the child that's like another daughter to me, a sister to my daughter, she hasn't left her either. She's been sleeping at the foot of Kathy's infirmary bed here at St. Mungo's.

We've told them all to leave and get some rest but they refused, insisting they need to be here whenever they wake up.

The woman that's stuck by me in these terrible moments walked up to me, placing a hand on my back and rubbing gently. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Draco."

I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands, remembering the exact moment everything happened.

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*flashback*

We bust the doors open, wands raised threateningly, prepared after doing this so many times years ago. And yet we all falter in our step, our hearts aching at the scene. I see both my daughters on the floor, letting out painful screams mixed with cries. I see my son sprawled on the floor, in a state that I could only hope is unconscious, his face mangled, dried blood across it.

I thought I knew pain.

When I got my death eater mark and it burned, when Kat writhed on the floor right in front of me, when her screams pierced my ears, when she sobbed for the loss of her brother. I thought all of that was painful. Heart wrenching.

But it was nothing.

Absolutely nothing compared to seeing — hearing — my children this way.

Their screams and mangled bodies are fucking destruction to my soul.

My oldest daughter, the one who never cries and refuses to show any emotion other than anger, is crying silently on the ground, hugging her abdomen tightly.

My only son is unconscious on the ground, his face is mangled, dried blood all over the right side of it.

I see my youngest daughter, they've taken her trousers off and my father's name is carved into her leg, and my eyes flicker to my wife. She's just seen the same.

Pain and sadness clouds her face momentarily but is quickly overcome by something else... rage. Pure rage and anger, boiling out of every pore in her body, the fire in her eyes from when we were teenagers is back and the grip on her wand is tightened.

"Lucius you touch any of my children again and I swear I will skin you alive." My wife's voice drips with venom at her urge to protect those whom she loves.

He finally seemed to notice we were here and let his confident facade slip temporarily at seeing how outnumbered he was, but he quickly put the facade back up and had a sly smile spread across his face.