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Avada Kedavra

Y/N Y/L/N POV

The image before me horrified me to my core. Why? Why would my own father be pointing his wand at me? The look on my mother's face. Draco...

"What are you doing here, Y/n?" My father asked.

A tear formed as I heard his voice. I wanted a happy and nice reunion. That is all I've ever dreamed of. Not this. Not this at all. Why were they doing this?

"Are you going to answer us?" My father spoke again.

I blinked and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Why...?" I moved out weakly.

"We're just doing our part in this war, sweetheart." My mother's voice rang.

"W-war? Why would you want war?!" My voice rose.

"Tom talked to us. Besides, we feel a dedication towards him. Like that gut feeling you got during that last part of the puzzle." Mother exposed.

"You... you were watching us?" I questioned, almost as a scoff.

"Well of course. We wanted to test if you actually had the blessing. Thank goodness to Tom for telling you." My father smiled.

"T-TOM? TEST? I'm starting to doubt if any of you have the blessing!" I yelled.

This wasn't real, right?

"My good, Draco, what have you done to our daughter?" My mother spat.

"I-," he began, but I cut him off.

"Draco has done nothing! Blame this on that bastard you apparently now serve!" I yelled again.

How dare they.

"Better yet, blame this on yourself! Maybe you shouldn't have left me!" My voice screamed.

I felt the buried become undone. All that work with keeping everything under control, breaking. Finally, the day has come.

I felt out of my body as I said those words. A shiver in my core as I spoke the words I fooled myself to believe were all lies.

All eyes had widened a noticeable amount.

"Y/n, you know we didn't have a choice." My father let out.

"Choice or chance?" I questioned, feeling the urge to just break down dawn upon me.

"What do you mean?" My mother asked.

"The stupid robbery scheme. Why did you go into the store? Why didn't you run? Why didn't you know? WHY DID YOU LET THEM GET YOU?"
I hollered, pinning all the blame on them.

"Let...? Why would you think we let the knives impale us?" My father questioned, lowering his wand.

I looked back at my mom. I couldn't read her face, but I could with Draco's.

"I-I just don't believe enchanted flying knives are able to perfectly get two fit people with the blessing of a goddess." I tried to justify what just came out of my mouth.

I knew it was wrong. God damn it, Y/n. Why the hell would you say that?! Your parents have suffered a lot, how dare you blame them.

"You won't like the answer." Mother let out.

I was taken back. WHAT?

"What answer?" I demanded.

"We can talk about that later. What I want to know is why you're going behind Tom's back, freeing Mattheo? You should be appreciative towards Tom." My father spoke.

I opened my mouth to tell them what he had done to me, but nothing came out. If I tell them why I hate him so much, I might say something that would get the love of my life and his family killed.

Deep down I knew what Tom was doing.

It's really a win-win for him, his threat was good.

He's made me pick between Draco or my parents.

I would have to let one go to save the other.

"That manipulative bastard." I breathed.

"Watch your tone, Y/n. Don't call him that." My mother moved out.

I looked into her eyes.

"Who?" I asked.

"Tom. Don't call Tom that." She answered me.

"I didn't say, Tom. Why? Do you know what he really is too?" I realized.

My mother curled her lips in and I looked back at my father.

"Y-you are making no sense, Y/n." He tried.

Why? Was there something going on, another layer of secrets?

"Kol, I'm done with this. We aren't going to convince her. Just get the Malfoy business over with." My mother spoke to my father.

"What Malfoy business?" I asked as my father raised his wand at Draco.

My mother turned to me, emotionless eyes within her.

"Orders from the dark lord. We thought maybe talking to you again could bring you back, but I guess not. We can see where your dedication lies. It was us or him." Mother answered.

"You! I choose you! Please, just leave him alone?" I blurted.

"Yeah right. Come on Kol." My mother sighed and pulled Draco in a position in front of my father.

"Davina, how could you? You and our family are friends." Draco spat, struggling from my mother's grip.

"Your family is not the future." My mother replied.

"No, but our friendship would've been." Draco moved out.

There was a hesitant look on my mother's face, but she quickly washed it away.

My legs were frozen, but my heart raced and I had to do something. ANYTHING. Was I really about to just stand by and watch my father kill Draco. Right in front of my eyes, just like that? Why do things seem so helpless again?!

I felt the grip on Draco's wand tighten.

Maybe... I could...

In seconds, my father drew his wand back, ready to fire a spell.

But before that could happen, I did something.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A deathly green light flashed and hit Draco right in his chest. His eyes connected with mine one last time as he fell to the ground. I didn't dare study it. The sound of his body hitting the dirt floor seemed to echo endlessly in my head.

But it had to be done.

"Well well, perhaps there is a future for this family once more." My mother let out, staring at his body and back at me.

I lowered the wand as I forced numbness to cope.

My father lowered his wand as well, but it was clear who shot the forbidden curse.

Me.

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