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Draco's pov:
"You understand what needs to be done?" The thing was speaking, hissing, at me. I couldn't respond. A block of ice had settled in the pit of my stomach and spread itself up into my throat. I no longer trusted my voice, not when one wrong sound could kill me.
"Draco?" Bellatrix bit, from her position seated next to the thing. My aunt's presence was no comfort. Her voice as harsh as her whip, her hand rested on her wand, her favourite curse on the tip of her tongue.
I glanced at my father, a silent beg, a desperate attempt. A stupid attempt. Of course; he sat, head bowed, hands shaking, expressionless. I used to fear him, though not anymore. Now I only feel contempt for the weak, pathetic man in front of me.
I can't help it though. A part of me still hopes. My father has done this before, he has experience in this word of death, hatred, intolerance and pain. A world unknown to me, but not to him. He knows what he's doing. He can save me.
So why isn't he?
I turn my gaze towards my mother then. She sits there too; expressionless, still, and calm, her head held high. Of course, who could expect anything different from Narcissa Malfoy? She is the strongest among us. She always has been and she always will be. My mother fears nothing and nobody, especially not this thing. She doesn't take kindly to people harming her family. She will intervene, she'll stop him.
So why isn't she?
"Draco!" Bellatrix had snapped in the moments I took to decide on my fate. Her wand was levelled at my face, yet I couldn't force myself to feel fear. I was a dead man walking. What had I to fear? Maybe a part of me wishes she would just do it. Say it Bella! It's only two words! I'd be gone in a flash of light. I'd be at peace. I'd be safe.
Needless to say, I would not be let of that easily. Death is an easy thing to them. A mercy. I had not yet earned mercy.
The thing held up one ghostly hand and laid it gently upon my cousins wand. He turned his snake-like eyes on the women, and the cold filling my body dissipated slightly. "Now, now, Bella. He has a purpose to serve." Bellatrix shrunk immediately, her wand lowering with her head, desperate to avoid eye contact with the ungodly shell of a man. "Of course my lord, a purpose." She muttered.
A purpose. A chess piece. A spy. An assassin. When had I lost my personhood? I don't think I can remember. Was it the day I was born? Or perhaps the day I was accepted into Hogwarts. Maybe the day I made an enemy out of Harry Potter. Most likely, though, is the day the monster in front of me rose again.
"Now, Draco." The beast turned it study back to me. "Answer me." It was no longer a question, but a demand.
A fiery needle of pure powerful magic stabbed itself through the front of my cortex, delving and shifting through layers of emotions, thoughts and fears. The pain was intense, but familiar.
He knows. He can sense the fear I feel now. He understands that he owns me, completely and totally. He controls me; body, mind and soul. Because of my weakness, because of my inability to do anything to stand up against the people I love.
"Yes." The man hissed. "You understand."
I had my purpose. My role to play in this war. It's all I had to do, simple, easy even. Two little words, a flash of light, peace.
I had to murder Albus Dumbledore.
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chapter 10 - 626 words
so sorry for not updating for a while again! it's building up to one of the more important plot points now though so hopefully i'll be more motivated. also i'm probably gonna be doing a load of editing on the first few chapters they're literally so bad i get so embarrassed every time someone reads them lol. but thank you again for every read, vote and comment you can't imagine how much they mean to me !! we're so close to 8k <333
