Unconditional love 7-8-9/11
June
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Drago was reading in the manor's library when he heard the scream.
"ARGHHHH!"
He jumped, his book flying under one of the tables. When he arrived in his bedroom, Astoria was cramped in two, her arms circling her belly. Blood was falling between her thighs.
"Merlin!"
He took her in his arm and Dispararated them at St-Mungos.
It was not long for two healers to take charge and to bring her in a private room.
Draco stayed immobile in the hallway, unable to shack off the horror he just saw. He was paralysed by the fear of losing them.
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July part 1
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Draco was looking at the big window, but it was like he was looking into empty space. All those newborns in their little blue and pink blanket; they were babbling, innocent and unaware of the cruelty of the outside world.
His vision was blurry, and he certainly hoped no one would see him like that.
"Mister Malfoy?" a nurse asked.
He turned away from her and wiped his eyes.
"Do you want to see your son? He is in the back-nursery."
"Can I?"
"Of course."
His heart missed a beat when he saw the small boy in his incubator.
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July part 2
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Drago pressed his hand on the glass.
"Scorpius," he whispered, his voice broken.
The newborn was so small he could stand in his two hands. His heart beat and respiration were monitored, and tubes were going out of his nose.
Don't you die on me, little boy.
Sensing a presence, he opened his tinny little silver eyes. His hands, not bigger than a golf ball, moved around. One of his feet hit the glass where Draco's hands were.
Despite the tears he knew were running down his face, Draco smiled.
It was his son, his Scorpius.
He had to survive.
.
.
Drago was reading in the manor's library when he heard the scream.
"ARGHHHH!"
He jumped, his book flying under one of the tables. When he arrived in his bedroom, Astoria was cramped in two, her arms circling her belly. Blood was falling between her thighs.
"Merlin!"
He took her in his arm and Dispararated them at St-Mungos.
It was not long for two healers to take charge and to bring her in a private room.
Draco stayed immobile in the hallway, unable to shack off the horror he just saw. He was paralysed by the fear of losing them.
.
July part 1
.
Draco was looking at the big window, but it was like he was looking into empty space. All those newborns in their little blue and pink blanket; they were babbling, innocent and unaware of the cruelty of the outside world.
His vision was blurry, and he certainly hoped no one would see him like that.
"Mister Malfoy?" a nurse asked.
He turned away from her and wiped his eyes.
"Do you want to see your son? He is in the back-nursery."
"Can I?"
"Of course."
His heart missed a beat when he saw the small boy in his incubator.
.
July part 2
.
Drago pressed his hand on the glass.
"Scorpius," he whispered, his voice broken.
The newborn was so small he could stand in his two hands. His heart beat and respiration were monitored, and tubes were going out of his nose.
Don't you die on me, little boy.
Sensing a presence, he opened his tinny little silver eyes. His hands, not bigger than a golf ball, moved around. One of his feet hit the glass where Draco's hands were.
Despite the tears he knew were running down his face, Draco smiled.
It was his son, his Scorpius.
He had to survive.
.