Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy

A pair of hands, a pair Harry would never have guessed could be so soft, touched his face, lifted his eyelids, then slipped beneath his shirt to feel his chest and check his heartbeat. Harry could hear the woman's hurried breathing and feel her long hair tickling his face. He knew she could feel his life thudding against his ribs. "Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" The whisper was barely audible. The woman's lips were only an inch from his ear. She bent her head low, her long hair hiding his face from the people around them. "Yes," he answered weakly. He felt the hand on his chest tighten, its nails digging painfully into him. Then the hand pulled away. She sat up straight. "He's dead!" Narcissa Malfoy shouted to the people around her. Only then did they start shouting, cheering, and stamping their feet. Through his eyelids, Harry saw streaks of red and silver shooting into the sky in celebration of their victory. He continued lying on the ground, pretending to be dead, but he understood. Narcissa knew there was only one way to get into Hogwarts and find her son: go in with the occupying army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won. The scene above is a mother-in-law meeting her son-in-law. Stares at the sky. Regular updates resume on January 14.