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Chapter 1 : Your Guardian Angel
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Your Guardian Angel - A Harry Potter Fan Fic.
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven"
“Get over there and help your mum with the trolley, would you Scorpius?” said Draco Malfoy, trying to hide his amusement while the blonde boy standing next to him tugged playfully at the hem of his sleeve, grinning up to his father as he did so.
“Scorpius!” called Astoria Malfoy. ”Come here, I need your help!”
Draco's wife was a little ahead of them, pulling the trolley of possessions which would be required at Hogwarts; a trunk filled with quills and feathers, brand new parchments and a couple of Hogwarts robes, as well as a cage with a magnificent falcon and a huge amount of schoolbooks.
“Coming mum,” the boy replied and let go of Dracos coat as he hurried towards his mother.
Seeing his son here, at platform 9 ¾, brought Draco back to the day of his own departure. He’d been nervous, but he had tried to be composed in front of his parents, Lucius and Narcissa. Unnecessary really, when he thought about it now, years later. He should have known back then, what it had taken him so many years to learn - that his parents loved him unconditionally, regardless how brave, tough or loyal he was.
They loved him for the same reason he loved Scorpius. He was their son. He was their Draco. For years, they had loved him, cared for him, but he never fully realised just how much they’d valued him until that night when Voldemort fell.
How his parents had searched for him in despair; how his father had pleaded with Voldemort and how his mother had betrayed the Dark Lord to get information regarding Draco's health and whereabouts.
Draco remembered that night perfectly well.
People were cheering, applauding, laughing and crying. Voldemort was dead, defeated, gone. Draco felt nothing but pure relief, where he sat in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, by a table that had once been the Slytherins. His mother Narcissa was sitting on his left, his father Lucius at his right. They sat in silence for a while before Draco spoke.
“So… He is really gone then?”
Narcissa smiled weakly and nodded.
“He is not coming back?”
“He is not coming back,” repeated Lucius.
Draco stared down at the table.
“I'm sorry father,” he mumbled quietly. ”I'm sorry I've disappointed you.”
Then his father wrapped his arms around his son and gave his wife a troubled look over Draco's shoulder.
“We could not have been more proud of you, Draco,” said Lucius, patting the now trembling Draco on the back. “All the things you have been forced to face the past years because of him… Because of me…You have been so brave.”
Draco pulled away from his father and wiped his eyes with his fist.
“Will it just be our family now, for a while at least?” Draco asked quietly.
“Forever, Draco,” replied his mother and squeezed his hand tightly. Draco took a deep breath.
It was over.
Yes, his parents had truly been his guardian angels, and he was determinate to be his sons. And he knew that with Astoria by his side, he could do anything. She was not a pureblood; she was a halfblood, but those things just did not matter to Draco any longer. The days when he had been obsessed with blood status were gone. Those days felt so distant, almost as if they were recollections of a previous life.
Draco walked up to his wife and placed an arm over her shoulders, giving her a faint smile. She responded with a quick peck on the lips.
“What was that for?” he murmured, smiling.
Astoria’s usually pale skin turned slightly pink and she pushed away a couple of long blonde strands of hair away from her face.
“Nothing,” she whispered and bowed down to help Scorpius with his cloak.
“Would you like us to help you find a compartment?” Astoria said when she’d finished straightening the boys robes. Scorpius rolled his grey eyes and sighed.
“No mum, I'll be fine!”
“Are you sure?” said Draco, who recalled being asked the same question by Narcissa when he was about to board the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Naturally, Draco had turned down the offer just like Scorpius, though he deep down would have loved to be helped with the heavy trunk, especially amongst all the strangers which were awaiting once boarding the train.
Scorpius' playful, innocent eyes met his and nodded eagerly.
“Thanks dad, but I can do it on my own!” he answered gleefully. Draco smiled inwardly. How come that sentence felt so familiar?
Draco let his eyes glance over the platform. Amongst the many familiar faces surrounding them, he spotted Harry and Ginny Potter, who were standing with their children and the Weasley family. He gave them a short nod and turned back to his own family again.
Draco noticed that Scorpius had followed his gaze, and his eyes were now lingering at the small group of people about fifty yards away.
“Who are they, dad?”
“They… They are some people I went to school with,” Draco replied. ”It’s Harry Potter and his wife, Ginny. The other ones are Ronald and Hermione Weasley.”
Scorpius watched them thoughtfully.
“Were you friends? When you went to school dad, were you friends then?”
Draco considered his answer for a moment. No, he was never a friend of Harry Potter, there was too much bitterness there. But Draco would not forget, as long as he lived, who’d saved his life soon twenty years ago. Not only once, but twice, during the battle at the castle of Hogwarts.
“No,” Draco told his son. “We were never friends. But-” he added, smiling slightly at the boy who reminded him so much about himself at the age of eleven, “-you ought to be good to the Potter children. Their parents have done great things, I’m sure you know that.”
“I´ll be good to everybody,” replied Scorpius, putting his chin up a bit as he said so, “right?”
Draco pulled his son in for a hug. ”Right,” he whispered. “Be good to everyone, as long as they are good to you, alright?”
“I will dad,” Scorpius whispered back, hugging tightly.
“Good,” said Draco, stroking the back of his son's head, over the sleek white blonde hair which resembled his own so much it almost was painful.
A whistle blew, steam issued from the chimney of the trains engine, and Draco had to let go. Draco and Astoria watched, after Astoria kissed Scorpion goodbye, as their son dragged his trolley onto the train. Soon, they saw him waving energetically to them through the window of his new found compartment.
Draco walked up to the window an mouthed to his son: “I love you”. Scorpius nodded happily, and continued to wave for as long as he could to his parents, the warm, immense feeling of reassurance filling him.
After a few minutes, the door to his compartment pushed open. In the door stood the boy who’d been standing next to the adults his father had greeted back on the platform. The boy had kind green eyes, and his dark hair was quit messy. The boy gave him a apologetic smile.
“Do you mind me sitting here?” he asked, ”everywhere else is full you see.”
“Not at all,” beamed Scorpion. After all, his dad had told him to be good to the Potters.
AN: I want to dedicate this one shot to the strange and complex, yet wonderful, character of Draco Malfoy, and to all of those who has come to love him.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The world and the characters are JK.Rowling's. The quote is by 'The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'.
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