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He'd been at the Department of Mysteries, watching his godfather fall through the Veil, while Lucius Malfoy was being arrested and sent to Azkaban. He hadn't known then what that meant. Hadn't understood that the Black family magic, ancient and powerful and seeking, would find its next vessel in Draco Malfoy.
Hadn't known that the Malfoy family magic would do the same, reaching for Draco the moment Lucius passed through Azkaban's wards and could no longer hold the Lordship.
Two family magics, slamming into a fifteen-year-old witch at the same time.
It should have killed her.
Instead, it had put her in a coma.
Family magic normally settled into its vessel over months, sometimes years. One inheritance at a time was manageable. Two at once was catastrophic.
And then Snape had died.
Snape, who had blood-adopted Draco at the end of fourth year when Voldemort returned. Snape, who had probably thought he was protecting her, giving her resources and power for the war to come.
Snape, whose death had sent a third family magic crashing into Draco's already-overwhelmed body.
Lady Malfoy. Lady Black. Lady Prince.
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After the war, Draconia Malfoy and Harry Potter visit the Malfoy estate for the last time.
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The Ministry had sentenced Draco Malfoy to twenty years of marriage to Harry Potter when they were both eighteen years old. A punishment for her family's crimes, they'd said. A rehabilitation through proximity to the Chosen One. A symbolic union to heal the rifts of war.
Now, at thirty-eight, with seven children sleeping in various wings of the mansion Draco had built with her billions, with twenty years of marriage written into every corner of his soul, the Ministry was coming to take her away. -
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They’re too young, it’s the wrong time, and everything is against them.
But Regulus is sixteen, pregnant and has the dark mark. James is seventeen, stubborn, and in love.
And in the middle of a war, they choose each other anyway.
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This is a story about holding onto love, even when the world tries to tear it from your hands. -
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“Regulus?” He said, brows furrowed. “What are you doing? Is something wrong?”
He pursed his lips. “No,” he said, folding his hands together. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just-“ he forced himself to stand still, but his eyes darted to the side, avoiding James’s gaze. His weight shifted to one leg and his hips jutted out on one side. “I don’t want to be alone. Is that okay?”
James blinked. “Of course it’s okay. It’s just- you don’t usually admit that. Are you okay?”
Regulus lost all self control and buried his face in his hands. “Yes! I’m fine.” He was not fine. His face felt warm and hot. “I’m just tired of sleeping alone. I’m tired of not being touched. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
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Regulus comes to James in the middle of the night for some cuddles, in the morning James makes love to him.