The heavy door opened and brought you into the Malfoy Manor room. On the large bed lay Draco. Pale, weak, his breathing ragged, his forehead dewy with sweat. He looked fragile, almost translucent, as if he could fall apart at any second. Lucius and Narcissa stood by his side. Narcissa was clutching her son's hand. "Please do what you can... He... is all we have." She nodded. "Please leave us. I need to be alone with him." His parents left.
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