The next morning she apologized, blaming the alcohol and promising it wouldn't happen again. But it had. And then with slowly increasing regularity until it was almost a daily thing. Sometimes there were no new bruises to cover up- other days he had had to go to Blaise for help. She had never hurt Scorpius though. Not until last week. He still didn't know what had set her off. Or if he would ever remember. She had never pulled her wand on him before that. All he remembered was the pain of the cruciatus, something he was unfortunately familiar with, and Scorpius crying. Astoria screaming at the baby to stop, and he knew if he didn't stop her she'd do something terrible. He had pulled himself to his feet and lunged for her, grabbing for her wand hand. She had gone down kicking and screaming, bones that had been merely fractured before broke and she had climbed to her knees screaming incoherently. He fought to keep her down, and away from Scorpius. But in the end she had regained her wand and cursed the baby. Draco couldn't fully remember what happened after that. The bones in his arm grinding with the weight of the gasping seizing baby, the feeling of apparating, the white lights of the hospital and shouting of medical staff. Blaises face and voice ordering him to be still. 