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Draco's Healing Spell

Age:4
Words: 394
Summary: Draco brought his twin back using the healing spell.

Draco had never been the sentimental type. He wasn’t known for kindness, nor was he recognized for selflessness. But this was different.

This was Lola.

His twin. His other half.

And she was slipping away.

His hands trembled as he hovered them over her body, her skin pale and cold. The dark magic from Voldemort’s curse still clung to her like a shadow, suffocating, pulling her further and further from him.

Draco’s jaw clenched.

No.

He refused to let it end like this.

Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on his wand and placed a hand over her heart. He wasn’t a healer, but he had studied enough spells under his mother’s watchful eye to know the old, pureblood magic—the kind most wizards had forgotten.

“Vitae Restituo.”

A soft, golden light erupted from his wand, pulsing through his fingers, seeping into Lola’s chest. He focused everything he had—everything he was—into the spell.

Memories flashed through his mind.

Two toddlers running through Malfoy Manor, hands clasped together.
A teenage boy shielding his sister from their father’s wrath.
Lola laughing beside him in the Slytherin common room, telling him they were unstoppable.

She was a part of him.

And he was not losing her.

The golden light intensified, crackling with power, pushing back the dark energy strangling her. Draco felt his own strength draining, but he didn’t stop.

“Come back,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Lola, come back to me.”

The magic surged—once, twice—before collapsing into her chest like a final heartbeat.

And then—

A breath.

Lola’s body jerked, her lungs filling with air as she gasped, her back arching off the ground.

Draco’s breath caught.

Her eyelids fluttered, her fingers twitching before—finally—her silver eyes opened.

For a moment, she was dazed, confused. And then her gaze locked onto his.

“…Draco?” she croaked.

Draco let out a shaky, breathless laugh, pressing a hand to his face as relief crashed over him. His whole body trembled, but he didn’t care.

“You idiot,” he choked out. “You absolute idiot.”

Lola blinked at him, weak but alive, and then—despite everything—she smiled. “Took you long enough.”

Draco exhaled, shaking his head. “Merlin, I hate you.”

“Love you too.”

And just like that, everything felt right again.