Hogwarts One Shots

After Years (d.m.)

*A/N: Credit to kumatan0720 on tumblr for the fan art! I introduce to you, DILF Draco!*

Warning: mentions of death and blood curse, mention of hot dilf Draco wearing glasses (thought I should warn you before you start drooling and having a heart attack or all that *wink wink*)

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Astoria had fallen ill a few weeks after Christmas, leaving Scorpius with good memories before he returned back to school to continue his school year. She had felt ill before that, but it wasn't until after Christmas that she had become bedridden, incapable of getting up. Draco was left without a choice but to request a nurse from St. Mungos to come and examine his wife to determine what it was and how long she had left.

It was late in the evening when Madam White was recommended and sent through Floo to examine Astoria. A house elf had met her when she entered in and took her to the room that Astoria was laying within.

"Good evening, Mrs Malfoy, I'm Amythest White." She greets, placing her medical bag on the table. "I've been told you're feeling unwell." She says, looking over her.

"I fear-" She began, closing her eyes and shaking her head to herself. "I fear I must have the blood curse that plagues my family." She says, a tear dropping down her cheek.

"I'll draw some blood and test it." Amythest says, opening her case and reaching in deep to pull the box that contains the equipment for blood withdrawals. She noticed a picture on Astoria's nightstand of her and a young boy. "Is that your son?" She asked, using it as a distraction.

"Oh, my Scorpius, he means ever so much to me." Astoria replies, smiling happily at the picture. "He turns thirteen come April."

"Hogwarts?" Amythest asks, beginning to draw blood and insert it into the tube.

"Of course, my husband and I attended so it only made sense for Scorpius to go as well." Astoria replies, smiling. "He got sorted into Slytherin, but I wouldn't have minded if he was sorted into any other house." 

"Was your husband happy Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin?" Amythest asked, adding drops of a potion into the blood.

"He would have been happy no matter what house." Astoria answers, adjusting her position to get comfortable. "Although, I know he was secretly glad it was Slytherin, my husband can be rather bias." She said, letting out a light laugh.

"That is untrue." A third voice says, making Amythest turn to face the door where the voice came from. "Amythest?"

"Good evening, Mr Malfoy." She greets, watching the blood turn green before lowering the tube. "Mrs Malfoy," She begins, glancing over to where she laid.

"Please, 'Astoria' is fine." She replies with a light laugh.

"Astoria," Amythest says, setting the tube away. "It appears that you do have the blood curse." She tells her, watching Astoria let out a breath and drop her head.

"Was there anything I could have done? Anything to have prevented it?" Astoria pleads, reaching out to take hold of Amythest's arm.

"Unfortunately, no. But according to my results, you situation should have worsened after the birth of your son, it hadn't. It must had taken time to take an effect and because of that, you're going to worsen quick." Amythest tells her, voice soft and calm.

"How long do I have?" Astoria asked, closing her eyes with a sigh.

"You'll see his thirteenth birthday, possibly Christmas. But you won't last beyond the year." Amythest answers, her hand over Astoria's.