You and Draco were together, and he knew you were sick often as a child.

Regardless of your issues, you two got married, the ring still on your finger from when you two first met.

now, here you were, sick and lying in bed as your helpless six year old twin girls watched in fear, as you coughed and spluttered, no end in sight for the sickness.

The door opened, Draco running in, his eyes wide at your sickly state.

”what is it? What did they say?” A hint of worry was evident in his voice, your daughters (Lyra and Minerva) clung to his sides.

Lyra started shaking. “Mummy’s sick.”