Life is precious
Author’s Note- I’m just new to this and well this is the first chapter! I hope you guys like it!!!
Chapter 1
Draco looked out towards the hills. How things had become so peaceful since Harry had killed Voldemort. But that didn’t mean that everyone was peaceful. He lay down on the grass and let the breeze cool him down and relax him. His blonde hair brushing across his forehead and fell asleep.
*Dream*
Lucius and Narcissa were hugging each other, looking at their son- who was standing in front of Lord Voldemort with fear.
“Draco….. You failed to kill Dumbeldore yourself…” Voldemort hissed and slapped Draco across his face. “Having to get Snape kill him…. No matter… At least that senile man is gone at last.” A smirk appeared on Voldermort’s face. He wasn’t finished quite yet. “However…. You still disappointed me…Crucio!” he pointed his wand at Draco and laughed.
Draco fell to the floor and squirmed in pain. It felt like electricity was surging continuously and was getting worst instead of better. He tried to scream, but he had no energy, working his best to avoid looking weak in front of Lord Voldemort he tried to stand up.
“Ahhh… Draco…. I’m glad, standing up against my curse. Much better the. What your father was ever able to do.. Speaking of your father…”
*End of dream*
Draco woke up suddenly, realising that he was drenched in sweat. Looking at the Dark Mark branded on his left forearm, he shivered and tried to erase those painful memories. But they were they forever, over taking his good memorise. His body was still moving, but from the moment he was branded, his soul was gone.
Standing up slowly, he apparated home.
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The tap turned on, water coming out slowly, Hermione cooled off, allowing the water to soothe away all the stress from her work.
She had been working at St Mungo’s for the past year, feeling it was her duty to protect everyone she could and save any person’s life.
Her relaxation wouldn’t last long however, she heard a tap on her front door. Knowing from past experience whom it could possibly be, the chances were that it was a messenger healer.
Quickly getting out of the bath, drying herself with a towel, and her hair with her wand, she quickly got changed and opened her door.
Much to her surprise however, it was not a messenger healer standing in front of her, it was Ron and his girlfriend, Lavender. Hermione tried not to scowl at Lavender and instead looked at Ron.
‘Yes what is it Ron?’ She asked, trying to contain her anger.
‘Oh well um, ‘Mione I was just wonder if you wanted to come dinner with Lavender and I.’ Ron replied, trying his best to conceal his nervousness, but to Hermione it was obvious.
‘I apologise Ron, but I am pretty tired and was planning on just Staying home for the rest of the night,’ it was partly true. She was of course tired, but she was still planning to go out partying with Ginny tonight at a popular Muggle Club.
Ron tried to hide his disappointment but just coughed and looked at Hermione. ‘Oh okay well that’s understandle, sorry for bothering you then, hope you have a good night. I love you.’
The last words shocked Hermione, Ron has barely ever said those three words and to say it in front of Lavender was a bonus. Hermione looked at Ron and felt herself blushing. ‘Oh yeah… Well um it’s no worries… L-l-love you too…’
There was a slight pause before Hermione coughed and closed the door, saying goodbye to both Lavender and Ron before resuming her bath.
“When will Ron realise that we weren’t meant to be together?” Hermione wondered, speaking to herself. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Tomorrow, if Ron came to see her again, would become a long and stressful day.
Author’s Note- Well this is the end of my first chapter! I hope you guys like it! Please inbox me anything sbout it!!! Love you!!!
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A/N- Well here is the next chapter! I hope you will enjoy it!!! ~~
Chapter 2
A scream erupted from Draco’s lips as he got up from his bed and sat up. Screaming, crying and covered in sweat. He rubbed his hands through his face and sobbed uncontrollably into it. He was having nightmares again, this one being worst compared to the others.
There was a loud knock on the door and Draco stopped.
‘Draco….’ it was Narcissa. ‘Draco honey please open the door…’
‘No.’ Draco replied bluntly. ‘Go away.’
‘Draco please…’
‘NO! GO AWAY MOTHER!’
The knocking stopped and Draco knew his mother had left. Looking at the clock beside his bed it said it was 03:47. Not even two hours had passed and here he was, sitting and drenched in sweat.
He sighed and pondered how much longer he could keep suffering until he blew over… Perhaps this was it. He had enough of suffering and though people may call his method of escaping cowardly, he had no other choice. Getting up out of bed and towards his drawers, he pulled out a razor. Feeling the tip of the blade gave him reassurance and he felt prepared.
Having his own bathroom always had it’s pros and this was one of them. Complete assurance of no one disturbing him. Turning the tap on, warm water started rushing and collecting within the bathtub. Soon it was full and with that, with Draco being topless, he took of his boxers and slid into the bathtub. The warm water made him calm and think over his actions. Once he made the cut, there was no turning back.
Holding the blade in his left hand, he placed the tip of the razor on his forearm, about two thirds of the way from his wrist to his elbow, with the blade facing his palm. He slashed down, along the vein, towards the wrist and gritted his teeth to avoid shouting or making any noise, but it failed and a small moan escaped his lips.
He repeated these steps again quickly, doing the same to his left forearm instead.
Once he was done, he lay back and relaxed in the warm water. It was done at last. The deed was done and now all that was left was to wait…
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As soon as Narcissa heard the scream she woke up and knew straight away that it was Draco. They were the only two inhabitants of Malfoy Manor left, save for the house elves, due to the fact that Lucius was now currently serving life in Azkaban for his actions during Voldemort’s rein. She got out of bed quickly and ran out of the room and straight to Draco’s.
Trying to open the door was futile, she knew because her son always locked it before going to bed, with the only way it was ever to be opened was if it was opened from the inside.
Knocking on the door, she heard Draco sobbing and screaming. Hearing Draco scream always broke her heart and she wished at anything to stop it.
‘Draco….’ she cried. ‘Draco honey please open the door…’
‘No.’ Draco replied bluntly. ‘Go away.’
‘Draco please…’
‘NO! GO AWAY MOTHER!’
The outburst had shocked Narcissa and she pulled away from the door suddenly. She stayed there, against her son’s wishes, hoping, just hoping that he would open the door and allow her to help him.
5 minutes passed. 5 soon turned to 10 and then soon 20. But nothing came. No response. Narcissa was about to give up hope and go back to her room when she heard a moan from within Draco’s room. It was a moan of pain. Thoughts started running through her head. She was always worried that Draco would soon commit suicide an she feared each night that she would wake up the next morning with no son. Was this finally the case?
Without thinking, she charged into her room, grabbed her wand.
Pointing it at Draco’s door she shouted ‘Confringo!’ Draco’s door suddenly burst into flames and led a pathway into his room for Narcissa. Before the fire could get out of hand however, she cast another spell. “Aguamenti!” A jet of water ejected from her wand and towards the burning door, causing the fire is dissipate.
With that over, she ran to the bathroom seeing as Draco was not in his bedroom, only to find him lying in the bathtub, blood pouring out from both of his arms. She screamed.
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Draco heard the door just outside the toilet explode and he tried to stand up but couldn’t. His energy was seeping out with ever drop of blood that left his body and there was nothing he could do.
His mother coming into the toilet with a dreaded look on her face upset Draco. He never wished for her to see him like this, but she had to go and open the door and push herself into his business.
‘Draco!!!’ she screamed. Half sobbing and shouting she ran towards him and grabbed hold of both his hands. ‘Draco honey!! I’m so sorry!! Please forgive me!!’
Draco tried to reply but he had barely energy left. He could feel it himself, he was fading in and out. *This is it* he told himself. He closed his eyes, hoping it would be for the last time.
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The sight of Draco in the bathtub covered in blood had sent her over the edge.
‘Draco!!!’ she screamed. Half sobbing and shouting she ran towards him and grabbed hold of both his hands. ‘Draco honey!! I’m so sorry!! Please forgive me!!’
But Draco said nothing and soon passed out. Narcissa froze, she couldn’t let her son die. She grabbed him and pulled him out of the bathtub.
Before apparating to St Mungo’s, she grabbed a towel from beside the bathtub and covered it around Draco’s arms. Hopefully she wasn’t too late…
A/N- Well this is the next chapter! I’m soo sorry that it took a bit to upload but I just had my formal and last week was a bit of a week for me. I may not be able to update for a while because I have a major assignment and exams coming up but I shall update and continue writing when I finish!
Chapter 3
Hermione was woken up to the sound of knocking on her front door. Sighing, she got out of bed and looked at the clock. It was 04:03. She had just had a good five hour sleep. She went out to the living room and opened the door to come face to face with a young witch wearing the St Mungo’s robes. She was a messenger healer.
“Miss Granger, your presence is urgently needed at St Mungo’s.” the healer said, relaying the urgency of the message through the voice.
Hermione didn’t bother asking questions that were now running through her head; she knew that the situation must have been grave, due to the voice of the healer and the time in which they had come. She nodded and quickly ran to her room, grabbing her robes before apparating to St Mungo’s.
As soon as she got there, the healer that had come to fetch her dragged her to the Accident and Emergency room to see two healers working on a patient.
“We had a shortage of healers tonight and knew that we should call on you, and we did.” the healer explained.
Hermione ran up to the patient and couldn’t stop herself from letting out a gasp. The poor man had tried to kill himself. Not having the time to register who the patient was, she quickly worked her way on the wounds.
The man had done well to ensure his suicide attempt would have a high chance of becoming successful. They were deep and cut straight down the veins. Hermione concentrated on stopping the bleeding before doing anything else, but this was much more difficult than anticipated. No matter what spell Hermione and the healers used, they had no effect on healing even a bit of the wound. So In the end they had to use juggle ways and bandaged up the two wounds as best they could, trying to stop the wounds from bleeding put anymore.
Hours passed before Hermione and the patient left the Accident and Emergency and placed him in a private room with Hermione watching closely over him as the other healers left to have him under her care. This was then when Hermione was able to finally process who the patient was.
His blonde hair was pulled back and his facial features outlined nicely. Hermione gasped as she remember who this man was. Draco Lucius Malfoy. She dropped to the floor and cried quietly. Draco Malfoy, a man that always made her time at Hogwarts a living hell, an insult never failing to pass his lips whenever they came close to seeing each other and she despised him, if not hated him. As soon as they had graduated she was relieved that should would never have to see Malfoy again. Yet here he was, so close to having killed himself and she was crying over the state he was in currently.
What had caused him to do this to himself? Why would he give up everything and end his life when he had everything going for him? Why? All these questions ran through her head and soon she didn’t realize that she had fallen asleep on the floor.
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Narcissa entered Draco’s hospital room quietly. After the healers had notified her that they had done all they could and placed him in a room under the watch of a healer, she ran straight to his room.
Those past few hours that she had spent waiting outside the Accident and Emergency room waiting for Draco had been agonizing. She was crying and her hair had been a mess. She had quickly gone home and gotten changed into some decent clothes while Draco was being looked after, and now looking at Draco lying unconscious on the hospital bed with bandages on his arms just caused her to break down again.
For at least five minutes she was crying, and she. She stopped, she say the healer whom was supposed to be watching Draco, asleep on the floor. Looking at the girl’s face she knew that it was Hermione Granger, the Mudblood. What surprised Narcissa however was that her face was wet, had she been crying? What would be her reason to cry? Was Draco not an enemy of hers? These questions remained unanswered but she felt sorry for her. Carefully carrying her, Narcissa placed her on one of the chairs to sleep properly. Narcissa place herself onto the other chair and pulled it close to Draco.
“Draco please….”she whispered, doing her best to not cry again. “I am sorry for all the pain that we caused you but now please… Come back to me… I can’t live Draco, not without my son being there with me. Draco please… I beg you. Wake up….” Narcissa couldn’t help it and cried, but soon fell asleep.
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There was screaming, blood and bodies everywhere. Draco was lying on his stomach at Malfoy Manor. Voldemort looked down and him and pointed his wand at him, sending another Cruciatus curse towards him. The fifth one that night. He screamed out in pain and shut his eyes tightly. The pain became worst each time round and this became too unbearable for him. He started screaming and writhing in pain as Lucius and Narcissa stood by, watching Voldemort torture him.
“This is what you will get for every time you fail me Lucius!” Voldemort shouted, still focusing his wand on the screaming Draco Malfoy. “Your son will be the one to suffer for every failure. Not you, or your wife. It will be your son.”
Voldemort stopped the curse and Draco took a deep breath in. He was trembling and couldn’t stop it.
“Crucio!” Voldemort shouted once again towards Draco.
Draco screamed again, as loud as he could and shut his eyes once again. He couldn’t bare it any longer. He dug his nails into his palm so hard that it bled, but he didn’t mind. He could feel wounds opening up due to the curse but he could do nothing about it. He was unable to do anything….
Draco woke up again and screamed. Not only from his dream, but also from his arms. They felt like they were burning and it brought about memories of him receiving the Cruciatus curse from Voldemort.
His scream caused Narcissa and Hermione to wake up, both of whom ran straight to his side.
“I’m sorry my lord!” Draco shouted. “I won’t fail you again! Please forgive me!!” Draco screamed louder. “Please!! N-n-noo more Cruciatus curse my lord! Please!” Draco started crying and pushed his hands to his face.
“Draco honey it’s alright, the Dark Lord is gone, dead forever, so please forget about it.” Narcissa begged, stopping the tears from escaping. “Everything will be alright.” She hugged her crying son and cried with him. “Please come back Draco, be Draco again.”
Hermione grabbed Narcissa’s arms and pulled her away from Draco. “Mrs Malfoy please! Leave! You are not stable yourself to be able to help him. Go home!” she shouted.
“NO! I don’t want to leave his side!”
“Mrs Malfoy just go!!”
Narcissa stopped, looked at Hermione and then nodded. “Please watch him….” Then she hesitantly walked out of the room, looking at his son before nodding and then leaving, closing the door behind her. Finally having Narcissa out of the way, Hermione came up closer to Draco and hugged him.
Draco felt Hermione and her touch calmed Draco down, he stopped shouting and shaking and just hugged Hermione.
“Draco.. Shhhh don’t worry everything is going to be alright now. I promise you that…” Hermione said reassuringly.
