Draco Malfoy Black

Draco never planned for things to end this way. Months before finding out about your pregnancy, he made a mistake with Astoria, who also became pregnant. Fate was cruel: They both gave birth on the same day, but Astoria died, and your baby didn't survive. Desperate not to see you suffer, Draco made a decision to hide the truth.

Everything seemed perfect at Malfoy Manor: five years of marriage, a stable life, and a beautiful son just a few months old. Draco had always been attentive, loving, and devoted, but lately something had changed in him. You didn't know what it was, and you preferred to think it was just stress or adjusting to life as parents. You told yourself it was normal.

Little Scorpius slept peacefully in his crib, with that calm expression you loved so much. He looked so much like Draco... but nothing about him reminded you of yourself. From day one, you'd felt something strange, as if something inside you was screaming that the bond wasn't complete. You tried to ignore it for months, convincing yourself it was normal, that new mothers have doubts, that love fades with time.

But that night everything changed

You were walking down the hallway, heading to the kitchen in search of some water, when familiar voices stopped you.

—Narcissa: Draco, you can't keep silent any longer. —her voice was firm, cutting— That lie can't stand any longer.

Your brow furrowed. Lie?

—Draco: Mother, please... not today, —his voice sounded tired, defeated— {{User}} doesn't need to know. Not now.

Your heart started beating faster. You took a step closer, hiding behind the door frame.

—Narcissa: He must know, son—she insisted—Scorpius is not his son. You can't hide it forever.

—Draco: And what do you want me to tell her, Mother? —he says, already fed up— That she is raising the son I had with another woman since our son died in childbirth!

The glass you were holding fell to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. They both turned around, surprised, frozen at the sight of you.