Do I wanna Know ;Lorenzo Berkshire

Sorry, Aura

Lorenzo Berkshire

"I just don't understand why you're freaking out, Draco." I shook my head.

I would probably never understand how Draco really feels. With what he has to do. And he HAS to do it.

Draco looked at me, pain glistening in his eyes, "We don't have much time left,"

I frowned, his task dawning on my presence, "Draco, I'm here for you, everythings going to be okay. I told you that."

"It's not going to be okay-"

"YES IT WILL!"

But it really wasn't going to be okay.

Draco was branded with the dark mark.

Meaning he was a death eater.

He was told by the dark lord to assasinate dumbledore and get death eaters inside of hogwarts. He hadn't come up with a plan yet, but I knew he was just so scared to get to work.

He should have a choice.

But then again, he doesn't.

He's never had a choice.

And while Aurora was friends with the boy that the dark lord wanted to see dead most, her being friends with the trio that every single death eater wished to bring up to Voldemort, I was friends with the boy that planned to kill Dumbledore, and every single muggle born, including her.

It is so embarrassing to be the son of Bellatrix Lestrange.

God, I hate seeing her face.

Anywhere.

The Daily prophet.

Family pictures.

They were never family pictures.

They were pictures of me playing with a toy that Mumsies had got me, while Bellatrix and Lucius were probably out murdering.

"Do you think I should do this?"

That was a hard question.

"No." And that was my answer. My singled out, true response to the burning question Draco had asked me.

No.

Draco met my eyes, and went off, behind the stone wall of the hidden hallway and off to.. wherever he was off to.

I leaned against the wall and sloped to the ground, my mind full of thoughts. About Draco, about Aurora, about the dark lord, about all my friends that would be dead after this.

When would 'after this' even be?

The nightmares were strengthening.

The repeating images of me killing an innocent child, an innocent child that didn't know that just because they were born, they were destined to be murdered.

The sinister laugh of Voldemort, congratulating draco and I after finishing it.

Finishing off every single last bit of hope.

Of love.

Of life.

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Aurora Spade --- Friday - Early Morning - 2:08 am

I love getting lost in the pages of a book.

Reading about all these surreal adventures that fictional characters go on, that I will never ever be able to go through, unless I just do it for fun.