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Mother Knows Best
Title: Mother Knows Best
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I don’t profit from writing this.
Warnings: Warnings will be placed in the forefront of each chapter, so as to not give anything away. As a general warning, I didn’t even read the seventh Harry Potter book, so it will be, needless to say, non-canon. For this chapter, the only warnings are slight cruelty concerning a potion, and foreshadowing. Possibly some violence as well.
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Prologue
“The ingredients are on the board,” Snape said coldly.
Harry looked at Ron incredulously and snorted. “God Glue, eh? I wonder how much trouble it will be to stir it.”
Ron guffawed and the two of them split up, Ron getting the ingredients while Harry gathered the miscellaneous supplies they’d need. Neville and Hermione were working together, as well, and Neville followed Harry to get the supplies.
“Hope you don’t muck this up too much, Longbottom,” Draco Malfoy laughed as he gathered a few beakers and stirring rods. “The mudblood might not be able to save you from this one.”
Harry glared at Malfoy, but Neville placed a hand on his arm, and the two of them walked away, leaving Malfoy to his snickers.
Harry glanced up at the board in the front of the classroom and mentally checked everything off on the list and together, he and Ron began to prepare the world’s strongest glue, “God Glue.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
The potions were simmering as the students, both Gryffindors and Slytherins, chattered about graduation in two days. This was their potions final, as the complex glue had to be brewed just the perfect amount of time and then quickly transferred to large jugs, else it would harden and ruin the cauldrons as well as never softening again and weighing just short of a ton. Harry Potter was swinging his feet as he sat on his potions stool and chatted with Hermione and Ron about what they were going to do over the summer.
“I’m just worried about you, Harry,” Hermione said as she petted one of Ron’s stray hairs back onto his face. “What if The Battle doesn’t come for a while? All of us are going to be so nervous and it’ll really destroy us.”
Harry chuckled slightly, knowing the seventh year brainiac had taken a psychology course – “The Effects of Magic on the Wizarding Psyche and the Differences between Wizards Raised by Wizards and Wizards Raised by Muggles” – this year and had really taken a lot of it to heart.
“Mione, darling, you know I’ll be training almost all the time from now on,” Harry said. “It’s inevitable that I get a little cranky. Besides, I’m sure Voldemort will face me himself soon. He’s running out of powerful Death Eaters who aren’t in Azkaban and all the weaker ones have been destroyed by the Order.”
“Well, yes,” Hermione said, “but what if he just continues to summon magical creatures to his side and avoids you longer?”
“Then,” Harry sighed, “I shall just have more time to read and wait for him to come out of hiding.”
Hermione sighed as well and leaned her head back, popping her neck. She revealed pale and silky smooth skin, almost milky in color and silky in texture, as she rolled her head to each side, small cracks coming from her neck.
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned. Why had he not noticed how well Hermione took care of herself? For the first time, he noticed, too, that her teeth were very straight and an almost reflective white. She was really beautiful.
He shook his head and looked over at Ron but noticed the same things about him. Ron’s top front teeth were slightly crooked but the rest of them were straight and they were a fair shade of slightly fading white. His skin was thicker but still pale and covered in freckles, even onto his shoulders, Harry was sure of it.
“Make sure that the God Glue does not come in contact with ANY of your skin!” Snape shouted out as he poured a small vial of extremely green potion over Neville Longbottom’s hand which had gotten glued to his potions book. Harry heard Snape say to Neville, “This will hurt, but only for a moment or two,” and winced slightly as Neville howled in pain.
Draco Malfoy was standing near his cauldron in the front of the room and sniggered to his long-time girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
Neville had come back to the table where he and Hermione had been working.
“Oops,” he grinned. He set his potions book on the table and the trio gasped as they saw that the front cover of the book had been completely eaten away, along with some chunks of the first 100 pages.
“Snape said what he poured on me was a powerful acid that eats everything but human flesh,” Neville explained. He showed them his palm, still baby soft and with no evidence on it of an acid having been poured over it.
“Impressive,” Hermione said. “I wonder what that acid’s called. It could be helpful to have for the war, Harry.”
Harry shook his head and laughed. “Such a warrior, Hermione. Let’s just get this glue transferred to these special jars.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“Did you get your grades, Harry?” Ron shouted as he ran into the dorm room he still shared with Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. “I passed everything!!”
“Congratulations,” Harry muttered in a thickly accented sleep voice. “I guess this is mine?”
Harry opened his report and scanned over his NEWTS grades. O, O, E, A, A, O . . . good enough.
“Yes, I passed everything as well,” Harry grinned up at his best friend. “Do you know what this means?” he asked as he jumped out of bed.
“We graduated!” the two shouted at the same time as they jumped and hugged each other, dancing around the room happily.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“And this year, our three honors students are Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and . . . Neville Longbottom!” Albus Dumbledore, headmaster, announced. The students and parents of the students of the Hogwarts class of 1997 applauded as loudly as they could as the three graduates advanced towards the podium where Dumbledore was standing in the front of the Great Hall.
“Thank you,” Draco said as he accepted his plaque and shook Dumbledore’s hand.
“Thank you, so much, professor Dumbledore!” Hermione said quickly with tears in her eyes. She accepted the plaque and threw her arms around Dumbledore in a tight hug.
“Th-thank you, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” Neville stuttered slightly as he accepted his award and shook Dumbledore’s hand. Dumbledore winked at Neville before the three graduates descended the stairs onto the stage and returned to their seats.
The graduation ceremony took three hours and at the end, all the graduates ran outside into the beautiful May weather and gave everyone tearful hugs goodbye.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
On Platform 9¾, the Hogwarts Express was still spilling graduated witches and wizards and first through sixth year students back into their parents’ arms for the summer.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood with Neville and Seamus as Neville’s grandmother approached him and gave him a great hug.
“I’m so proud of you right now, Neville,” his grandmother said. She raised her voice and almost shouted to the crowds of students and parents, “This is my grandson! This is my Neville, my honors graduate!”
She wiped tears from her eyes and asked Neville where his trunk was, fetching it after he pointed her in the right direction.
“That’s the first time she’s ever been truly proud of me,” Neville said quietly to his friends.
Seamus patted him on the back and gave him a noogie while Hermione hugged him tightly and everyone agreed to visit each other loads over the summer.
Seamus told his friends that he and his dad were finally going to get that fishing trip they’d been planning for a few years and maybe take Seamus’ younger brother, Frank, too. “I’m so excited to bond with me dad, again. It’s been years since we’ve just had time for the two of us. You can come, too, though, if you want! Da’d be fine with it, I’m sure.”
They all grinned and nodded, already mentally booking it into their summers.
“Any of you can drop in on me anytime!” Ron made sure to emphasize. “Mum would love to have you all over. She just loves having friends and family over. You don’t even need to owl us before, just floo over.”
Seamus’s dad was waiting for him, about ten feet away from the group, so he gave a quick round of hugs and handshakes and turned around just in time to see his dad enveloped in a green light and drop to the floor, obviously dead.
“What the-“ Harry managed to say before chaos broke out on the platform.
Voldemort had appeared.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Voldemort was surrounded by about 40 Death Eaters who were all advancing into the crowd, killing students, killing parents, killing entire families with ease.
The whole platform was under a green haze as fathers tried to throw shielding charms around their wives and children but failed, as mothers hugged their children closely as they died.
Harry’s rage grew as Voldemort and he stared at each other, just waiting for the other to make a move. Harry’s gaze was broken as Neville dropped to the floor next to him, dead, with his grandmother wailing over the loss of another loved one for only seconds before she, too, was killed.
“Hello, Tom,” Harry said. “It wasn’t very nice of you to crash my graduation.”
Voldemort’s white face shifted as a serpentine tongue flicked out of his mouth before he spoke, his red eyes flaring. “It wasn’t very nice of you to not invite me.”
Harry heard Hermione scream behind him but he stayed focused on Voldemort. He felt his wand in his right pocket and his small dagger in his left, the one he carried as an extra protection should he ever need it.
He had a plan.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco screamed as his father advanced on him and his mother, Narcissa. Narcissa was dressed like a queen in a light blue dress that emphasized her icy eyes, but she was huddled pathetically in a ball behind Draco.
“No, father, please!” Draco begged over the chaos. “Please, father, take me instead of mother, please!”
“A Malfoy never begs,” Lucius said in a cold voice before he pointed his wand at Narcissa.
Lucius’s mouth was shaped to form a spell when a huge, three-headed dog barreled into his side, a half-giant behind him shouting encouragement to the 25 or so witches and wizards following him.
The Order had arrived.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Harry drew in everyone’s magic, slowly, but then more quickly, drawing all of the Light magic into him that he could. The Death Eaters almost screamed with delight at the sudden lack of defenses from the families.
As he drew in the magic of each person, he could see out of their eyes as well, and he watched from Seamus’ eyes as a Death Eater crumpled before him, the Irish fury pushing him on. He watched from Ginny Weasley’s eyes as she killed two Death Eaters for killing Neville and his grandmother at their best moment of their lives together. He watched from Mrs. Weasley’s eyes as Arthur Weasley crumpled in death. He watched through Draco’s eyes as he prepared to kill his own father and through Narcissa’s eyes as she snapped, watching her son face her husband.
He drew in every ounce of magic he could and then, he exploded.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Time had stopped.
Tonks was frozen in mid-air, frozen during a jump over a trunk towards a Death Eater.
Lupin was frozen behind her, his eyes still protectively watching her slender body.
Hagrid and Fluffy were frozen as Fluffy tore the leg off a Death Eater and Hagrid punched the cheek of a Death Eater so hard, the masked killer’s neck snapped.
Hermione was frozen standing in front of Ron, a green bolt of light only inches away from her chest as she protected him from a killing curse.
Harry was not frozen. Harry was standing and looking around. There were only about ten Death Eaters left standing, 30 of them taken out by the power of the love of the families. He took in a quick estimate and guessed that about 50 people were dead, grandmothers, graduates, first years, fourth years, newborns, pregnant mothers, fathers holding onto their youngest sons waiting for their oldest to deboard the train. Families were slaughtered.
Harry withdrew his dagger and felt his energy waning. He knew he had to act quickly before this Dark spell expired. He fingered the edge of his blade before he plunged it into Voldemort’s eyes, then his mouth, then his neck, then his heart, then he severed his head and stomped on it, making sure the snake lord was fully dead. It had been too much effort finding the horcruxes the previous years to let him survive even a little bit now.
As a final touch, he took Voldemort’s wand, and snapped it in two.
Then Harry looked around the platform, tears forming in his eyes, and felt the spell lifting. He cast a succession of quick curses, then another succession of powerful healing spells, killing the Death Eaters and healing the families who hadn’t been harmed with Avada Kedavra, but rather with other small painful curses.
He sniffed a bit and suddenly, his eyes were targeted on Draco Malfoy, and he walked over there. Tears were streaming from Draco’s grey eyes filled with worry, as his mother’s ice blue ones were slightly fogged over. He looked at Lucius and knew exactly what had happened.
“Avada Kedavra,” he whispered, before he felt the spell end. He heard everyone’s screams again and the chaos picked up before he felt himself falling and falling and falling, never quite hitting the ground he knew was beneath him.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Almost five months later.
“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” a nurse said. “She’s still the same. There’s activity in her brain, but it just can’t seem to get the rest of the way out and into her body.”
Draco sighed and sat down in the chair next to his mother’s hospital bed at St. Mungo’s. Again, he thought back to the last day of school when Voldemort attacked on Platform 9¾.
The public had gone absolutely crazy when they heard Voldemort was dead but Harry Potter was also in a deep coma that he wouldn’t come out of. The theories surrounding the attack and subsequent defeat were outrageous, until a professor at Durmstrang explained that, by witnesses’ reports and the facts of the day’s events, the spell used was an ancient and dangerous one in which the spellcaster consumes all the magic around him that is in tune with his own magic, then releases it to freeze time. The length of time frozen depends on how much magic is consumed.
The professor couldn’t even estimate how long the spell had worked for Harry, but he did guess that Harry Potter froze time, then used a common knife to kill Voldemort, and assumed by the decapitation that Harry wanted to make sure Voldemort didn’t want to come back. He then guessed Potter cast several spells and helped the families and destroyed the Death Eaters.
His theory was being accepted as truth, at least until Harry woke up and gave his side of the story.
Draco flipped through the current newspaper he had with him and looked at his mother’s calm and blank face. He made sure that he visited her daily, even around his part-time job as a potions master. He kept Narcissa’s body and hair beautiful and clean, even bringing several bottles of her favorite imported lotion, close to 100 galleons each, for the nurses to apply to her skin daily. He brought some of her silk robes and kept her dressed in those instead of the mental ward’s standard-issue robes. He also made sure to always bring fresh flowers with him, usually lilies or roses, though he brought daisies when he felt the atmosphere needed a bit more cheer.
He stroked her cheek and whispered, “Mummy, I miss you so much. I wish you could come back to yourself.”
That day on the Platform, as Lucius attacked Draco and his mother, his mother’s already worn and fragile state of mind snapped permanently. Draco cursed his father every time he visited his mother. It was his fault Narcissa’s mind was unable to escape itself. She had locked herself deep inside her mind and was currently bed-ridden on St. Mungo’s mental patients’ floor.
Draco glanced at the front page of his paper and sighed deeply.
FIVE MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF YOU-KNOW-WHO’S ATTACK ON PLATFORM 9 ¾
HARRY POTTER STILL IN COMA
He didn’t realize it had been five months already. It felt like it was just yesterday but also like it had been years and years ago. He glanced at his watch and groaned.
“Mum, I have to get to work quickly, but I promise I’ll come back right after work, alright? And I’ll stay until the end of visiting hours,” he promised as he kissed Narcissa on the forehead. He sniffed her and frowned, not smelling the same jasmine scent she’d always carried on her. Without it, it was like she wasn’t even Narcissa.
He fluffed the flowers one more time and tucked his newspaper under his arm as he left her private room.
“Excuse me, Jamie?” Draco asked the nurse taking care of his mother. “I set her lotions on the table. I can do it when I get back if I need to, but it’s important for her skin that she get them.”
“I understand, Lord Malfoy,” Jamie said with a small grin. “I’ve just been a bit busy with another case, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco said, reassuring her that he would do it when he got back.
On his way to the Apparition point, he distractedly got out on a wrong floor and passed several rooms before he realized he was on the wrong floor. As he walked back to the elevator, he passed a room and recognized Harry Potter’s still body inside. He glanced in and saw he, too, had a private room that was decorated and well cared for. He wondered who his constant visitors were.
“What’s he doing here?” he heard a sharp voice ask.
Draco turned around and saw Ron Weasley and . . . Hermione Weasley standing there staring at him. Ron had a bouquet of fresh sunflowers in his hand and Hermione had a hand on top of her protruding stomach.
“Wow,” Draco said, not being mean at all. “Congratulations, um . . . Mrs. Weasley, I presume?”
Hermione’s frown faded into a gentle smile and quietly, she said, “Thank you, Malfoy. I’m about seven months in already.”
“Seven? But we’ve only been graduated . . . oh,” Draco smiled and blushed slightly. “Congratulations to you, too, Weasley.”
“Thanks,” Ron grunted. He wasn’t angry anymore, but he was on guard around this new side of Draco Malfoy.
“Why are you at St. Mungo’s?” Hermione asked.
Draco flushed slightly and muttered, “My mother’s on . . . on one of the floors.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, flushing lightly as well. She winced as the baby inside her kicked her rather hard. “Oof.”
“Alright, love?” Ron asked concernedly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hermione smiled. “You here to visit Harry, too?” she asked Draco.
“Oh,” Draco said, “I didn’t even know he was here. I got distracted and got out on the wrong floor and then wandered around and found him on accident. But don’t worry, I won’t come back. I’ll leave you two to tend to him.”
Hermione frowned and offered a hug to Draco, explaining, “We all lost something very dear to us in that battle, Malfoy. It’d be alright with us if you came to see Harry, too. I would like it.”
Draco smiled very nervously and decided to hug the very pregnant Muggle-born. Her stomach got a little in the way but they managed, Ron standing to Hermione’s side protectively.
“I need to get to work, but maybe I’ll see you guys around soon,” Draco said, almost hopefully. His life had been very quiet and very lonely lately. His mother was insane, he had killed his own father, all his friends were either dead or locked away in Azkaban, and after his own trial, all the excitement died down. His only companions were Severus Snape and his own new kitten, a pure white beauty, named Cissa.
Draco smiled at the couple he had tortured for the past seven years and wondered how much things would change, or if they even would, with Harry Potter lying in a deep and ever lasting coma for the past five months.
A/N: Review, please!
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I don’t profit from writing this.
Warnings: Warnings will be placed in the forefront of each chapter, so as to not give anything away. As a general warning, I didn’t even read the seventh Harry Potter book, so it will be, needless to say, non-canon. For this chapter, the only warnings are slight cruelty concerning a potion, and foreshadowing. Possibly some violence as well.
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.
Mother Knows Best
Prologue
“The ingredients are on the board,” Snape said coldly.
Harry looked at Ron incredulously and snorted. “God Glue, eh? I wonder how much trouble it will be to stir it.”
Ron guffawed and the two of them split up, Ron getting the ingredients while Harry gathered the miscellaneous supplies they’d need. Neville and Hermione were working together, as well, and Neville followed Harry to get the supplies.
“Hope you don’t muck this up too much, Longbottom,” Draco Malfoy laughed as he gathered a few beakers and stirring rods. “The mudblood might not be able to save you from this one.”
Harry glared at Malfoy, but Neville placed a hand on his arm, and the two of them walked away, leaving Malfoy to his snickers.
Harry glanced up at the board in the front of the classroom and mentally checked everything off on the list and together, he and Ron began to prepare the world’s strongest glue, “God Glue.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
The potions were simmering as the students, both Gryffindors and Slytherins, chattered about graduation in two days. This was their potions final, as the complex glue had to be brewed just the perfect amount of time and then quickly transferred to large jugs, else it would harden and ruin the cauldrons as well as never softening again and weighing just short of a ton. Harry Potter was swinging his feet as he sat on his potions stool and chatted with Hermione and Ron about what they were going to do over the summer.
“I’m just worried about you, Harry,” Hermione said as she petted one of Ron’s stray hairs back onto his face. “What if The Battle doesn’t come for a while? All of us are going to be so nervous and it’ll really destroy us.”
Harry chuckled slightly, knowing the seventh year brainiac had taken a psychology course – “The Effects of Magic on the Wizarding Psyche and the Differences between Wizards Raised by Wizards and Wizards Raised by Muggles” – this year and had really taken a lot of it to heart.
“Mione, darling, you know I’ll be training almost all the time from now on,” Harry said. “It’s inevitable that I get a little cranky. Besides, I’m sure Voldemort will face me himself soon. He’s running out of powerful Death Eaters who aren’t in Azkaban and all the weaker ones have been destroyed by the Order.”
“Well, yes,” Hermione said, “but what if he just continues to summon magical creatures to his side and avoids you longer?”
“Then,” Harry sighed, “I shall just have more time to read and wait for him to come out of hiding.”
Hermione sighed as well and leaned her head back, popping her neck. She revealed pale and silky smooth skin, almost milky in color and silky in texture, as she rolled her head to each side, small cracks coming from her neck.
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned. Why had he not noticed how well Hermione took care of herself? For the first time, he noticed, too, that her teeth were very straight and an almost reflective white. She was really beautiful.
He shook his head and looked over at Ron but noticed the same things about him. Ron’s top front teeth were slightly crooked but the rest of them were straight and they were a fair shade of slightly fading white. His skin was thicker but still pale and covered in freckles, even onto his shoulders, Harry was sure of it.
“Make sure that the God Glue does not come in contact with ANY of your skin!” Snape shouted out as he poured a small vial of extremely green potion over Neville Longbottom’s hand which had gotten glued to his potions book. Harry heard Snape say to Neville, “This will hurt, but only for a moment or two,” and winced slightly as Neville howled in pain.
Draco Malfoy was standing near his cauldron in the front of the room and sniggered to his long-time girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
Neville had come back to the table where he and Hermione had been working.
“Oops,” he grinned. He set his potions book on the table and the trio gasped as they saw that the front cover of the book had been completely eaten away, along with some chunks of the first 100 pages.
“Snape said what he poured on me was a powerful acid that eats everything but human flesh,” Neville explained. He showed them his palm, still baby soft and with no evidence on it of an acid having been poured over it.
“Impressive,” Hermione said. “I wonder what that acid’s called. It could be helpful to have for the war, Harry.”
Harry shook his head and laughed. “Such a warrior, Hermione. Let’s just get this glue transferred to these special jars.”
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“Did you get your grades, Harry?” Ron shouted as he ran into the dorm room he still shared with Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. “I passed everything!!”
“Congratulations,” Harry muttered in a thickly accented sleep voice. “I guess this is mine?”
Harry opened his report and scanned over his NEWTS grades. O, O, E, A, A, O . . . good enough.
“Yes, I passed everything as well,” Harry grinned up at his best friend. “Do you know what this means?” he asked as he jumped out of bed.
“We graduated!” the two shouted at the same time as they jumped and hugged each other, dancing around the room happily.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
“And this year, our three honors students are Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and . . . Neville Longbottom!” Albus Dumbledore, headmaster, announced. The students and parents of the students of the Hogwarts class of 1997 applauded as loudly as they could as the three graduates advanced towards the podium where Dumbledore was standing in the front of the Great Hall.
“Thank you,” Draco said as he accepted his plaque and shook Dumbledore’s hand.
“Thank you, so much, professor Dumbledore!” Hermione said quickly with tears in her eyes. She accepted the plaque and threw her arms around Dumbledore in a tight hug.
“Th-thank you, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” Neville stuttered slightly as he accepted his award and shook Dumbledore’s hand. Dumbledore winked at Neville before the three graduates descended the stairs onto the stage and returned to their seats.
The graduation ceremony took three hours and at the end, all the graduates ran outside into the beautiful May weather and gave everyone tearful hugs goodbye.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
On Platform 9¾, the Hogwarts Express was still spilling graduated witches and wizards and first through sixth year students back into their parents’ arms for the summer.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood with Neville and Seamus as Neville’s grandmother approached him and gave him a great hug.
“I’m so proud of you right now, Neville,” his grandmother said. She raised her voice and almost shouted to the crowds of students and parents, “This is my grandson! This is my Neville, my honors graduate!”
She wiped tears from her eyes and asked Neville where his trunk was, fetching it after he pointed her in the right direction.
“That’s the first time she’s ever been truly proud of me,” Neville said quietly to his friends.
Seamus patted him on the back and gave him a noogie while Hermione hugged him tightly and everyone agreed to visit each other loads over the summer.
Seamus told his friends that he and his dad were finally going to get that fishing trip they’d been planning for a few years and maybe take Seamus’ younger brother, Frank, too. “I’m so excited to bond with me dad, again. It’s been years since we’ve just had time for the two of us. You can come, too, though, if you want! Da’d be fine with it, I’m sure.”
They all grinned and nodded, already mentally booking it into their summers.
“Any of you can drop in on me anytime!” Ron made sure to emphasize. “Mum would love to have you all over. She just loves having friends and family over. You don’t even need to owl us before, just floo over.”
Seamus’s dad was waiting for him, about ten feet away from the group, so he gave a quick round of hugs and handshakes and turned around just in time to see his dad enveloped in a green light and drop to the floor, obviously dead.
“What the-“ Harry managed to say before chaos broke out on the platform.
Voldemort had appeared.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Voldemort was surrounded by about 40 Death Eaters who were all advancing into the crowd, killing students, killing parents, killing entire families with ease.
The whole platform was under a green haze as fathers tried to throw shielding charms around their wives and children but failed, as mothers hugged their children closely as they died.
Harry’s rage grew as Voldemort and he stared at each other, just waiting for the other to make a move. Harry’s gaze was broken as Neville dropped to the floor next to him, dead, with his grandmother wailing over the loss of another loved one for only seconds before she, too, was killed.
“Hello, Tom,” Harry said. “It wasn’t very nice of you to crash my graduation.”
Voldemort’s white face shifted as a serpentine tongue flicked out of his mouth before he spoke, his red eyes flaring. “It wasn’t very nice of you to not invite me.”
Harry heard Hermione scream behind him but he stayed focused on Voldemort. He felt his wand in his right pocket and his small dagger in his left, the one he carried as an extra protection should he ever need it.
He had a plan.
[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]
Draco screamed as his father advanced on him and his mother, Narcissa. Narcissa was dressed like a queen in a light blue dress that emphasized her icy eyes, but she was huddled pathetically in a ball behind Draco.
“No, father, please!” Draco begged over the chaos. “Please, father, take me instead of mother, please!”
“A Malfoy never begs,” Lucius said in a cold voice before he pointed his wand at Narcissa.
Lucius’s mouth was shaped to form a spell when a huge, three-headed dog barreled into his side, a half-giant behind him shouting encouragement to the 25 or so witches and wizards following him.
The Order had arrived.
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Harry drew in everyone’s magic, slowly, but then more quickly, drawing all of the Light magic into him that he could. The Death Eaters almost screamed with delight at the sudden lack of defenses from the families.
As he drew in the magic of each person, he could see out of their eyes as well, and he watched from Seamus’ eyes as a Death Eater crumpled before him, the Irish fury pushing him on. He watched from Ginny Weasley’s eyes as she killed two Death Eaters for killing Neville and his grandmother at their best moment of their lives together. He watched from Mrs. Weasley’s eyes as Arthur Weasley crumpled in death. He watched through Draco’s eyes as he prepared to kill his own father and through Narcissa’s eyes as she snapped, watching her son face her husband.
He drew in every ounce of magic he could and then, he exploded.
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Time had stopped.
Tonks was frozen in mid-air, frozen during a jump over a trunk towards a Death Eater.
Lupin was frozen behind her, his eyes still protectively watching her slender body.
Hagrid and Fluffy were frozen as Fluffy tore the leg off a Death Eater and Hagrid punched the cheek of a Death Eater so hard, the masked killer’s neck snapped.
Hermione was frozen standing in front of Ron, a green bolt of light only inches away from her chest as she protected him from a killing curse.
Harry was not frozen. Harry was standing and looking around. There were only about ten Death Eaters left standing, 30 of them taken out by the power of the love of the families. He took in a quick estimate and guessed that about 50 people were dead, grandmothers, graduates, first years, fourth years, newborns, pregnant mothers, fathers holding onto their youngest sons waiting for their oldest to deboard the train. Families were slaughtered.
Harry withdrew his dagger and felt his energy waning. He knew he had to act quickly before this Dark spell expired. He fingered the edge of his blade before he plunged it into Voldemort’s eyes, then his mouth, then his neck, then his heart, then he severed his head and stomped on it, making sure the snake lord was fully dead. It had been too much effort finding the horcruxes the previous years to let him survive even a little bit now.
As a final touch, he took Voldemort’s wand, and snapped it in two.
Then Harry looked around the platform, tears forming in his eyes, and felt the spell lifting. He cast a succession of quick curses, then another succession of powerful healing spells, killing the Death Eaters and healing the families who hadn’t been harmed with Avada Kedavra, but rather with other small painful curses.
He sniffed a bit and suddenly, his eyes were targeted on Draco Malfoy, and he walked over there. Tears were streaming from Draco’s grey eyes filled with worry, as his mother’s ice blue ones were slightly fogged over. He looked at Lucius and knew exactly what had happened.
“Avada Kedavra,” he whispered, before he felt the spell end. He heard everyone’s screams again and the chaos picked up before he felt himself falling and falling and falling, never quite hitting the ground he knew was beneath him.
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Almost five months later.
“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” a nurse said. “She’s still the same. There’s activity in her brain, but it just can’t seem to get the rest of the way out and into her body.”
Draco sighed and sat down in the chair next to his mother’s hospital bed at St. Mungo’s. Again, he thought back to the last day of school when Voldemort attacked on Platform 9¾.
The public had gone absolutely crazy when they heard Voldemort was dead but Harry Potter was also in a deep coma that he wouldn’t come out of. The theories surrounding the attack and subsequent defeat were outrageous, until a professor at Durmstrang explained that, by witnesses’ reports and the facts of the day’s events, the spell used was an ancient and dangerous one in which the spellcaster consumes all the magic around him that is in tune with his own magic, then releases it to freeze time. The length of time frozen depends on how much magic is consumed.
The professor couldn’t even estimate how long the spell had worked for Harry, but he did guess that Harry Potter froze time, then used a common knife to kill Voldemort, and assumed by the decapitation that Harry wanted to make sure Voldemort didn’t want to come back. He then guessed Potter cast several spells and helped the families and destroyed the Death Eaters.
His theory was being accepted as truth, at least until Harry woke up and gave his side of the story.
Draco flipped through the current newspaper he had with him and looked at his mother’s calm and blank face. He made sure that he visited her daily, even around his part-time job as a potions master. He kept Narcissa’s body and hair beautiful and clean, even bringing several bottles of her favorite imported lotion, close to 100 galleons each, for the nurses to apply to her skin daily. He brought some of her silk robes and kept her dressed in those instead of the mental ward’s standard-issue robes. He also made sure to always bring fresh flowers with him, usually lilies or roses, though he brought daisies when he felt the atmosphere needed a bit more cheer.
He stroked her cheek and whispered, “Mummy, I miss you so much. I wish you could come back to yourself.”
That day on the Platform, as Lucius attacked Draco and his mother, his mother’s already worn and fragile state of mind snapped permanently. Draco cursed his father every time he visited his mother. It was his fault Narcissa’s mind was unable to escape itself. She had locked herself deep inside her mind and was currently bed-ridden on St. Mungo’s mental patients’ floor.
Draco glanced at the front page of his paper and sighed deeply.
FIVE MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF YOU-KNOW-WHO’S ATTACK ON PLATFORM 9 ¾
HARRY POTTER STILL IN COMA
He didn’t realize it had been five months already. It felt like it was just yesterday but also like it had been years and years ago. He glanced at his watch and groaned.
“Mum, I have to get to work quickly, but I promise I’ll come back right after work, alright? And I’ll stay until the end of visiting hours,” he promised as he kissed Narcissa on the forehead. He sniffed her and frowned, not smelling the same jasmine scent she’d always carried on her. Without it, it was like she wasn’t even Narcissa.
He fluffed the flowers one more time and tucked his newspaper under his arm as he left her private room.
“Excuse me, Jamie?” Draco asked the nurse taking care of his mother. “I set her lotions on the table. I can do it when I get back if I need to, but it’s important for her skin that she get them.”
“I understand, Lord Malfoy,” Jamie said with a small grin. “I’ve just been a bit busy with another case, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco said, reassuring her that he would do it when he got back.
On his way to the Apparition point, he distractedly got out on a wrong floor and passed several rooms before he realized he was on the wrong floor. As he walked back to the elevator, he passed a room and recognized Harry Potter’s still body inside. He glanced in and saw he, too, had a private room that was decorated and well cared for. He wondered who his constant visitors were.
“What’s he doing here?” he heard a sharp voice ask.
Draco turned around and saw Ron Weasley and . . . Hermione Weasley standing there staring at him. Ron had a bouquet of fresh sunflowers in his hand and Hermione had a hand on top of her protruding stomach.
“Wow,” Draco said, not being mean at all. “Congratulations, um . . . Mrs. Weasley, I presume?”
Hermione’s frown faded into a gentle smile and quietly, she said, “Thank you, Malfoy. I’m about seven months in already.”
“Seven? But we’ve only been graduated . . . oh,” Draco smiled and blushed slightly. “Congratulations to you, too, Weasley.”
“Thanks,” Ron grunted. He wasn’t angry anymore, but he was on guard around this new side of Draco Malfoy.
“Why are you at St. Mungo’s?” Hermione asked.
Draco flushed slightly and muttered, “My mother’s on . . . on one of the floors.”
“Oh,” Hermione said, flushing lightly as well. She winced as the baby inside her kicked her rather hard. “Oof.”
“Alright, love?” Ron asked concernedly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hermione smiled. “You here to visit Harry, too?” she asked Draco.
“Oh,” Draco said, “I didn’t even know he was here. I got distracted and got out on the wrong floor and then wandered around and found him on accident. But don’t worry, I won’t come back. I’ll leave you two to tend to him.”
Hermione frowned and offered a hug to Draco, explaining, “We all lost something very dear to us in that battle, Malfoy. It’d be alright with us if you came to see Harry, too. I would like it.”
Draco smiled very nervously and decided to hug the very pregnant Muggle-born. Her stomach got a little in the way but they managed, Ron standing to Hermione’s side protectively.
“I need to get to work, but maybe I’ll see you guys around soon,” Draco said, almost hopefully. His life had been very quiet and very lonely lately. His mother was insane, he had killed his own father, all his friends were either dead or locked away in Azkaban, and after his own trial, all the excitement died down. His only companions were Severus Snape and his own new kitten, a pure white beauty, named Cissa.
Draco smiled at the couple he had tortured for the past seven years and wondered how much things would change, or if they even would, with Harry Potter lying in a deep and ever lasting coma for the past five months.
A/N: Review, please!