draco malfoy imagines

this angel of ours

Summary: Y/N and Draco deal with the loss of their little girl.

Warnings: death of a child, depression, a shit ton of angst

House: not important
Year: (after Hogwarts)

A/N: warning!: this story deals with a very serious and sad subject. please don't read this if you think it will trigger you in any way. this is like extremely depressing so beware. also "over the years" part 2 will be out soon guys I just need to finish it

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You lost your little girl. Your source of happiness. Your light. The girl with softest of voices. The girl with the most big, bright eyes you've ever seen. The girl with the smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts. You lost her.

She was only six years old.

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~ 4 months ago ~

"Mummy, why do people die?" Your daughter, Athena, asked in her adorable, high-pitched voice. The two of you were sat together at your kitchen table, spending some time together while your husband, Draco, was in the shower. Athena was coloring pictures as you sat in the chair next to her, reading a book that Draco had bought you for your birthday.

Her question had caught you off guard as your eyes darted from your book to your daughter.

"I don't quite know, darling," you paused, looking back at your book. "I guess it's just a part of who we are. It just has to happen. I don't think there's an exact reason for it," you paused again. "Besides, how would angels exist without death?"

"Is that what Grandma is? An angel?"

"Yes, sweetheart, she is."

"Look what I drew, mum!"

You looked up from your book to look at Athena's drawing. A small smile formed on your lips as you saw a drawing of an angel. It was far from perfect, considering your daughter's young age, but it was beautiful in its own way.

"Oh honey, it's lovely!" You exclaimed, making a huge smile form on your daughter's face.

"I drew it for you! So whenever you feel sad, you can think about angels and feel all better!"

~ Present ~

Now, as you stood in front of the fridge with Draco, the both of you looking at the picture Athena had drawn, you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"She drew it for me- to make me feel better whenever I'm sad. Now, it just does the opposite," you whispered, finally letting the tears flow. Draco pulled you into his embrace, letting you cry into his chest.

"I know, darling. I know," he said, his voice breaking as he tried to stop himself from crying.

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With an emotionally drained sigh, Draco dragged himself into your house, coming back home from his first day at work after not going for a month, which is exactly how long it's been since the most tragic day of both of your lives.

You hadn't gone back to work, yet. Hell, you barely even left your bedroom. If you weren't laying in your bed, you were either taking a shower (which was a rare occurrence), or just pathetically laying on the floor of your deceased daughter's bedroom as you stared at the ceiling with an emotionless facial expression, reveling in the small linger of Athena's scent, which was the closest you would get to ever being with her again. Either way, you always found yourself drowning in an invisible ocean of sorrow, grief, sadness, and whatever other bitter emotion your mind could conjure up.

Although he tried to stay strong for you, Draco wasn't doing any better than you were. He had disturbingly dark eye bags, and had a depressed look on his face, which was understandable. His colleagues at work pitied him. His boss, Hermione, suggested that he take more time off, which he declined. He felt that he needed a distraction from the storm of grief that was raging inside his head. As soon as he had walked into work this morning, people showered him with gifts and condolences. He appreciated the kind gestures, but nothing his co-workers did could bring back his precious girl.

He would give his entire soul if it meant spending another minute with her.

You and Draco were eternally grateful for each other. Neither of you had any idea what you would do if one of you had to go through this alone.

After shutting the door behind him and removing his coat, Draco made his way straight upstairs to your shared bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw you laying on your side, hugging Athena's favorite teddy bear close to you as you silently cried. Draco's bottom lip trembled at the sight.

Without saying anything, he walked around to the other side of the bed before you felt the mattress slightly sink behind you. Draco wrapped his arms around you and gripped your hand that was clutching the teddy bear, making you cry harder as he buried his face in the side of your neck. He began to sob into your neck, your grip on his hand tightening while your arms still held the stuffed animal. Sobs escaped the both of you as you felt Draco's hot tears on the skin of your neck.

So the two of you laid there for a while, crying together and holding each other tight as you both mourned the loss of your sweet, beautiful angel.

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