After the very sharp arrival and equally as fleeting disappearance of Ascelin - Creator of the Veela and of all things pertaining to natural aviation, lover of flames, and quite possibly the most emotionally unstable creature to ever exist - the world demanded answers.
Not only had she reeked havoc in France and England, but in several other countries within record time. Tragic destruction of sacred shrines had occurred universally, and authorities across the planet were furious.
The gateway belonging to Ascelin in the French alps was immediately blown to pieces, along with the very undisclosed one in Switzerland. Humanity had reached it's patience with the goddess, and her prompt elimination was heavily requested.
Britain was forced to scramble; putting together a makeshift government for an interim response strategy in order to protect the full collection of gateways below it's ruined streets. No one knew for certain where the Veela queen had receded to, but concerted assumption led angry mobs to gather along the property line of the Malfoy Manor.
Hundreds of irate magicals shouted for months at the Malfoys, establishing encampments within mere meters of the lethal wrought iron fencing. The infamous, brooding family had helplessly rescinded into their very murderously secured estate without any social appearances whatsoever since Halloween night, secretly sending out elves into the markets to bring back resources for them to survive.
Signs stipulating for Madeleine's head to be put on a stake were amongst the most disturbing requests that were visible from the frighteningly tall windows, where at odd times one might notice a dark shadow of a being lurking there with unimpressed, crystal blue eyes.
As a glacial intervention to panicked decision making, the temporary executives of magical Britain elected to protect the only remaining, complete collection of gateways until further reasoning could be conducted. This included the Veela archway, garnishing unprecedented hate from other world leaders. Political unrest had never been so prominent, leaving the state of England highly volatile and uncertain.
In the very beginning, an order of aurors set out to mass obliviate muggles of the occurrence, and to masquerade the devastation as being related to a falsified meteor shower that quite possibly could have been much worse for planet Earth.
It was a tedious and time consuming exploit, calling upon the most brilliant minds available to create the masterful illusion, and to effectively clear the memory of Ascelin from the surviving, non-magical population. Every single muggle that was successfully obliviated was marked with a magical passport only visible to Ministry officials, indicating their clearance of the apocalyptic events.
Nearly two million people worldwide had lost their lives, and the notion that the Creator's powerful attack could be extinguished fully was a hopeful and silly expectation, but one they had no choice but to chase like bloodhounds to a fox. Whatever efforts were possible were shoved to the front lines to sweep up the mess.
Draco slept in Madeleine's room every single night in the first few weeks, with a protective watch over her pregnancy and a blistering, irrational hope that she would wake up.
Most often he would drift off with his head on the edge of her desk, other times he'd crawl into her bed to kiss her cheeks and whisper loving concepts into her ear in case she could hear him wherever it was that she had been lost to. Fraught with Ludovician disquietude, he simply couldn't accept that she was not coming back, even though his insanity began to aggravate those around him. Draco was aware that the chances were next to none, but no one could pry him away from holding her at night as though she were still inside.
His grievous crying was so forlorn and disturbing in the black hallways of the Manor that it would consistently attract his mother at all hours of the night. She would delicately open the door to Madeleine's room with incredible pity in her matching blue eyes, holding a thick candle high on a tray. Her offering of comforting words did nothing to ease his heartbreak, and eventually she stopped appearing altogether with the realization that only time would heal the incredible loss that Draco was still going through as the worst had yet to occur; her physical death.
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FanfictionA horrific wizarding war has finally concluded proceeding incredible loss and trauma: the dark lord Voldemort has finally been defeated. Both Draco and Madeleine have miraculously survived through their volatile roles as death eaters and double age...
