Narcissa comforted her son as best she could, but she still felt utterly useless, unable to stop his suffering, a familiar feeling. When he finally slumped in her arms she felt some relief, it had been so long since her Dragon had slept. He was better at hiding it now, with a dozen spells to make sure no one noticed the bags under his eyes, his sad fearful eyes that always gave him away. Her poor Dragon, it broke her heart every time he looked into his eyes. She gently laid him down, and her heart hurt more as she noticed just how light her baby boy was, between the stress, the lack of sleep and the fact that he seemed to have no appetite, it was a wonder he didn't just break in half. She tried to make sure he was comfortable, but she could feel herself starting to drift, Severus had already fallen into slumber, so quietly, his eyes had just closed.

She glanced over at the Gryffindors, Potter and Lupin had there eyes closed and where breathing in time to the with Draco and Severus. She couldn't only hope and pray that Harry Potter was as understanding as she believed he could be, and that he would not say something to hurt her Dragon any more than he already was. She looked over to her cousin, and gave him a small sad smile before her eyes finally drifted close.

When she was younger she had had many dreams, many good and terrible, but now she only had two. One of them was familiar, the nightmare that tore her heart out, a single grave, with her son's name and a date of death too soon for her to except. The secant was a sweeter dream, one she had not had in a long time, her Dragon looking old and grey, with a smile on his face as he kissed his partners hand, and little children with white blond hair running around, Grandbabies. One dream, was a hope, a wish, and the other was her worst fear, but the more likely scenario. A mother should never have to bury her child.