Fallen Dynasty (Dramione)

Thirty-One - The Rising of Her

Resurgam.

I shall rise.

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It was disturbingly early in the morning when Draco, Theo, and Blaise received the burning, soul wrenching call to come to Voldemort's headquarters. Draco wasn't sleeping when it happened. How could he?

He was too busy restudying the twitch of his wife's lips when she dreamt. Too busy tracing the now-hollowed out features of the woman that fought for him even after he was dead and gone long ago. Too busy remaking constellations out of the freckles dancing across her cheeks. There was a new one there, he decided; a star named Astra. He placed her on the top of her left cheek bone, where he could place a delicate kiss whenever he wanted for his girls. Her freckles were bolder there - darker in contrast to the others sprinkled like sugar across her face. They connected a bridge across her dainty nose to her other cheek and he knew he must have kissed her there in so many past life times.

He was too busy remembering. Everything he desired — violently —and waited — patiently —for was now in front of him again.

So when his arm seared with agonizing pain and he jolted, nearly waking up the sleeping beauty beside him, he was angry.

He stood, ripping open his closet doors and throwing on his black robes. He pulled his boots onto his feet and stepped out into the hallway to see Theo and Blaise appearing out of their rooms like clock work.

Theo avoided all eye contact like a smart man, still feeling the rage surging off Draco days later. Especially now as they all knew what this meeting was for.

"You think it's over—"

"Of course it is," Draco hissed, his eyes flickering back to the wooden door of the room his wife, or better yet, the Widowmaker, slept in. "He hasn't rested since the last sighting of her. He wants to find the newest piece on his chessboard that he can manipulate."

Theo looked back down at the ground, his breathing slightly heavier.

"Did you tell her where you were going?" Blaise asked and Draco shook his head, making Theo look up at Blaise to share a heavy glance.

"What?" Draco hissed, already more annoyed than anyone should be at three in the morning. "I didn't want to wake her. Have you seen her? She needs rest." The darkness under her eyes was becoming a concern and he set it in his mind to make sure she was eating properly later that day. She looked practically skeletal nowadays. He could finally take care of her like he should again and he planned on nursing her back to health.

"She might freak out," Theo began, a hesitant tone in his voice.

"She'll be fine. She's asleep anyway, snoring like a log. Besides—" Another searing pain went through his forearm. "We don't have any time."

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"Who is this woman?!" The frail, heinous voice echoed through the halls of the cathedral as the fellow Death Eaters gasped barely audibly at his sudden increase in volume. The newer, younger, more impressionable members shuffled back as slowly and unnoticeably as they could, trying to create some semblance of distance from the vile creature slithering down the steps — and that was not describing Nagini, who too was slinking down the stone by her master's side. Her large, scaled body and venomous fangs struck fear in almost anyone who laid eyes on her, but Draco just wanted to stomp on her slimy head and grind it into the tile with his heel.