We Didn't Have a Choice

26 - Thriving

"I can't do this!" I cried as the panic finally set in; Draco and I were about to murder someone and the emotions were finally setting in just minutes before.

"Calm down!" Draco jeered. "Would you rather our families die?"

Tears were flowing down my cheeks. This was all so insensitive. "He's an innocent man. Our families are not, Draco. We're horrible people!"

Draco grabbed my chin roughly. "What about the baby!?"

I bit my lip as the tears fell harder. I hated the fact that if we failed, our baby would be raised by Voldemort, even if Pansy and Blaise were the godparents.

"No matter what we do, Dumbledore will still die, so do you want to waste whatever shot we have of living by not doing what we're asked of?" he growled.

"N-no," I whimpered,

His grip released and he kissed me gently. "I hate that we have to do this, too, but this is for the baby."

I nodded and he opened the door to the Cabinet. Thick, dark, eerie smoke flowed into the room and I felt a wave of fear and sadness wash over me.

"Wait here for the others," he whispered into my ear. His voice was shaky which told me he was just as afraid as me.

"Stay safe," I murmured into his chest.

Draco placed a kiss to my forehead and then my bump. "You too."

I gave his hand a quick squeeze as he left the room to search for Dumbledore.

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I slowly climbed the steps to the Astronomy Tower. I heard voices at the top as I trudged upwards but I was unable to process what was going on due to all the thoughts in my head right now.

In just a few moments, Blair and I will be considered murderers. Dumbledore will be dead and a huge achievement is about to be made for the Dark Side.

I drew my wand as I reached the top of the tower. Dumbledore stood at the top, and I pointed my wand at him, trying my best to not snap from pressure right there as everyone I love is depending on me right now.

'Avada Kedavra. It's two words. That's all you need to say and then you and Blair will be finished with your tasks,' I thought to myself.

"Good evening, Draco," he said calmly, "What brings you here?"

"Who else is here?" I spat.

Dumbledore remained calm as I started to walk around the tower, my wand still raised.

"I often talk to myself a lot. It's very useful..."

His face turned into a more serious one as he seemed to realize what was going on.

"...Draco, you are no assassin."

"How do you know what I am?" I sneered. "I've done a lot of things that would surprise you."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "Yes, like cursing Katie Bell in hopes she would bear a cursed necklace to me."

"Well he trusts me! I was chosen!" I said, pulling up the sleeve of my left arm and revealing my mark.

Dumbledore seemed to have a look of sympathy on his face.

"Perhaps, I could help you," he said, pulling out his wand.

"Experlliarmus!" I said quickly, disarming Dumbledore.

He looked at me again. "I know you love her. Blair. Are you doing this for her?"