Dramione Smut-Book

Angel Family

Draco

"They're dead Mr. Malfoy." The healer says softly. "I'm sorry for your losses."

My mouth tightens as tears begin to prick my eyes. "Fuck." I whisper. "Fuck!" I growl louder, my first swinging out and putting a hole in the wall.

Five years. Five fucking years of our marriage and two years with Scorpius is all I have to remember. That's not nearly enough time! I want it back! She's my rock...was my rock. He is my son..was my son. Ripped out from under me. Memories aren't enough for me. I need more than that. I need them again. I need her touch, I need to be with her. I need to hold him as he cries into the early morning because of a bad dream. Oh I need them so much.

I sit down and blink back the tears. This can't be real. How could this have been possible? She wanted to drive to work instead of apparating and I let her go. I let her drive to work. She was going to drop Scorpius off with Weasel before leaving. Fuck this is my fault! I stand up and walk down the long and daunting corridor, everything sterilized and clean. The smell hurts my nose. Stepping inside of their room, they're bodies covered with crisp white sheets. I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it. I lift my hand and gingerly peel back the white sheet from my wife's head. Freezing, my eyes locked on her stony and cold face, no longer holding her bright smile and intelligent amber eyes looking up at me, piercing my heart with her never ending well of love and forgiveness. Her hair matted and twisted with dried blood and her lips pale and no longer holding the ability to smile at everything and everyone. Gone.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry beautiful." I whisper softly, leaning down to press the smallest of kisses on her chilly cheek. "I'll see you soon, I promise."

I cover her head back up when I can no longer bear to look at her unresponsive face. Turning to the small toddler body covered in a similar sheet but smaller to fit his tiny body. I inhale sharply as I uncover his face to give him my farewell. Scorpius was never a quiet baby, he was always laughing, crying, finding ways out of his room in the late hours of the night. He loved his stuffed animal that I had specially made for him. It was a head of a lion but the body of a snake. He called him slion. It looked odd to others but he loved the thing to pieces. Literal pieces. At least three times a week I'd have to repair the poor stuffed animal and replace some of the stuffing. Now, he's quiet, cold, physically here but mentally elsewhere and without me. His little head has platinum blonde hair, he had silvery eyes like mine but he held his mom's softer, rounder features. He was our little chunky monkey. His face distant and indifferent to the world around him because he can no longer see or hear what's going on around him. He's no longer here. Gone.

"I'm sorry little man, I know it's my fault that you can't run and play anymore. When I'm up there with you we'll have loads of fun, I promise. I'll even bring slion for you." I whisper, stroking his ice cold cheek lovingly.

Covering him back up with the sheet I step out of the room, taking my wand and dimming the lights. Glancing one last time at their bodies I shift my weight and turn on my heel to the exit. Once safely out of the hospital and outside in the cool spring air of late March, I turn on my heel and apparate home so I can plan for their funerals.

Five days later:

Dressed in the best black dress robes I had, I leave my hair tousled the way she liked it and I step up to the podium after everyone has taken their seats to begin. I close my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts before looking out at all of her friends and family. Even some of Scorpius's playmates had come to say goodbye.

"Hello," I say clearly, my throat slightly hoarse from holding back so many emotions. "We are gathered here today to say farewell and yet celebrate the new life bestowed on my lovely wife and son. Some of us may have a few words to share but for wizarding culture family is guaranteed the first words." That's it, stay factual. "My wife was loving, caring, sweet, gentle, beautiful, courageous, brave, responsible, forgiving and so much more. She had died at the age of twenty-six due to a car accident on her way to drop off our son before work. Scorpius was only two. She fought but it was no use according to the healer taking care of her. Four hours and six minutes later she had been declared dead. Scorpius had died four hours and five minutes, exactly one minute before her. They were brave and gentle souls. My wife-she taught everyone that it's okay to get your hands dirty. She taught others that it's okay to be a princess and a warrior. Scorpius was a natural at making others happy, he always knew when something was wrong. He taught others that laughter is the best medicine to a wounded ego, pride, self-esteem and more. Together they made my beautiful family and I'm proud of be a part of it." I swallow slightly, closing my eyes to keep myself in check. "If anyone has anything to add, please feel free."