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During the last war, the Malfoy family decided to escape from England. But unfortunaly, some of Voldermort's loyal Death Eaters didn't want to let them go that easy. Trying to protect their son, Lucious Malfoy and Narcissa died. Despite of being hit by a Cruciatus Curse, Draco Malfoy still managed to disappear with a Portkey but somehow took him travel to another... story. With a wounded soul and scars from his dark past, Draco finally decided to hold on tight to this second and shall be the last chance of happiness.
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Draco Malfoy doesn’t know where he is right now. The Portkey that brought him here had already turned into dust during his journey, but now, he doesn’t have enough energy or consciousness to care about that anyway. His body is suffering from the pain of the Cruciatus Curse like his soul has been ripped in half and the nausea symptoms from Portkey travel. All of Draco's senses are numb, the only thing he can feel at this moment are the cold hard ground under his body. As all of his energy leaves his body, Draco's mind is getting blurry and his eyelids have never been this heavy. But he's trying not to lose his consciousness, at least not now. The Death Eaters still can find him here at any moment.
Draco knows, he has to get up, he gotta get up... But, he can't even move any of his fingers. Lying on the ground, his memory rushes through his mind, 'father urgent voice called out for his mother, Narcissa, to take Draco and leave while he held the Death Eaters off. He remembers, the strength from his mother's soft hands pushed him toward the dark forest. The rough sensation of the Portkey that she quickly foisted in his hand. The warmth of tears shed down his mom's face. To Draco, that could probably be the first and now, the very last time she had ever cried in front of him. And then, so fast as everything happened, the image of a blindingly intense green bolt of light from the Killing Curse that surround his father's body passed by the corner of Draco's eye. Then he heard his mother's scattered voice repeatedly called out for his father's name, trembling and broken. But not for long that she also soon joined her beloved husband, in (hopefully) their happy afterlife. Draco Malfoy last memory of his mother is her wide blue eyes focused only on him, full of love and grief. Her long blond hair glided down gently in the air as she fell onto the ground. The flamboyant light of magic that came from behind her flying toward Draco, for a brief moment, had made his beautiful mother look like a goddess wrapping herself in glory. After that, the world started twisting as the Portkey in his hands had been activated and finally took him away'.
Rain falls... Merlin must be crying too, for his mother and father.
'Mother is dead'. The thought keeps screaming in his mind, fills his heart with an unbearable pain and remorse. He will never have a chance to feel her gentle hands that wake him up every morning. He can no longer hear her mellow voice calls him "My little dragon"... She won't be with him anymore.
He knows, this is all his fault.
If he didn't fail that mission to kill Dumbledore...
If he weren't such a coward only know to runaway...
If he weren't so weak that can't protect anyone, even to defend himself...
If he weren't so arrogant always hide under his father name...
But, "If" doesn't exist.
Draco starts trembling harder, biting his bottom lip, his eyes shut tight, trying to resist the truth that now he is all alone in this world. The rain soon washes away his tears and even his hope for life. 'Come and kill me', Draco thought.
And for the first time that Merlin finally answers his prayer, Draco is startled by a sudden sound of footstep as someone heading this way. 'Ah, finally', he closes his eyes waiting for the death to come. But, instead of Avada Kedavra, Draco's jolted by a cold hand tenderly touching his face. His eyes shot open and almost instantaneously meets a pair of golden eyes now staring at him with solicitude. Draco stiffens, the more is astounded.
"Hello, are you alright? I'm Carlisle Cullen, i'm a doctor. Are you hurt?" The young man's lilting voice somehow calm all Draco's puzzled thoughts. Those golden eyes searchs all over Draco's body to find any visible wound.
Draco doesn't understand why but he just knows that he can trust this man, it's not like he still care for his life anyway. After a brief moment of wondering, Draco finally gives in to the weariness to take over and let his conscious sink into the darkness.