It felt so wrong, destroying the castle and fighting alongside Death Eaters.
He had been with them since the start of the attack, but it felt like he should be on the other side, inside Hogwarts, instead.
Draco couldn't be better than this no matter how hard he tried, and it tore him up inside.
Who even am I anymore?
He needed Ed more than ever to tell him, to lead him back to the light.
But he had to make it through the darkness first.
"Hold it, Potter," Draco demanded.
He found him sneaking into the Room of Requirement and knew he had to follow.
The Dark Lord was absolutely furious when they called him without Potter in the Manor.
He tortured him and parents unconscious and when he awoke, he promised that Ed would be the first one killed after Potter.
Draco had no idea how the Dark Lord knew about her, but he would protect her at all costs.
If he helped the Dark Lord, maybe he would be forgiven, or at least Ed would be spared.
"You have something of mine. I'd like it back."
It was his wand, Harry took it at Malfoy Manor.
Crabbe and Goyle stood there at his side, ready to attack.
"Not anymore. Winners, keepers, Malfoy. Who lent you theirs?" Said Harry.
"It's my mother's."
Harry laughed and Draco casted a glare at him.
"It's powerful, but it's not the same. It doesn't quite... understand me. Know what I mean?"
"So how come you three aren't with Voldemort?" Harry asked, clearly trying to stall for time.
"We're gonna be rewarded," Crabbe answered.
"Good plan," said Harry sarcastically.
"So how did you get in here?"
"I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden Things all last year, I know how to get in," Draco said with a condescending tone.
"We was hiding in the corridor outside, we can do Disillusion Charms now! And then you turned up right in front of us and said you was looking for a die-dum. What's a die-dum?" Goyle asked.
"Harry?" Ron called from somewhere else in the room.
The moment Crabbe realized they weren't alone, he did Descendo on a huge pile of furniture, causing it to fall next to where Ron stood.
"Ron!" Harry yelled.
"No!" Malfoy shouted at Crabbe.
"If you wreck the room, you might bury this diadem thing!"
"What's that matter? It's Potter the Dark Lord wants, who cares about a die-dum?" Crabbe argued.
"Potter came here to get it," Draco explained impatiently.
"So that must mean-"
"Must mean? Who cares what you think? I don't take your orders no more, Draco. You and your dad are finished."
Draco was taken aback by what he just said.
All these years, Crabbe and Goyle were always by his side, getting into trouble.
Sure, they were as dumb as a pair of rocks, but didn't they have a stronger friendship than that?
"Harry?" Ron said from the other side of the pile.
"What's going on?"
"Harry?" Crabbe mimicked.
"What's going—no, Potter, Crucio!" He just missed Harry, but the diadem flew into the air and was buried in the furniture.
"STOP!" Draco yelled.
"The Dark Lord wants him alive-"
"So? I'm not killing him, am I?" Crabbe threw off Draco's arm that was holding him.
"But if I can, I will. The Dark Lord wants him dead anyway, what's the diff-"
Crabbe would've been hit by Hermione's spell if Draco didn't pull him out of the way.
"It's that mudblood! Avada Kedavra!" Crabbe shouted.
Harry shot a spell back at Crabbe, who knocked into Draco and caused him to knock his wand out of his hand.
"Don't kill him! DON'T KILL HIM!" Draco screamed at Crabbe and Goyle, who were pointing their wands at Harry.
Harry aimed a curse at them and deadly spells were being shot spells back and forth, narrowly missing, but Goyle was hit unconscious with a Stunning Spell.
As the fight continued, the groups broke apart, until all of a sudden Crabbe and Ron started running from the aisle.
"Like it hot, scum?" Crabbe chuckled.
Draco's eyes widened when he saw the curse Crabbe casted—it was Fiendfyre.
Flames rapidly engulfed everything in the room, the intense heat causing sweat to drip down his forehead.
His heart beat faster as the roaring fire serpent grew closer.
They weren't going to make it out alive.
Draco dragged Goyle, who was unconscious, out of the way onto a tall pile of objects, but the fire was closing in on them.
There was nowhere to escape, all he saw were the flames so bright that they could blind his vision.
The smoke above was a thick, ominous cloud, darker than the night sky.
Draco was panicking, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He could barely hold Goyle up and felt his grip slipping.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die.
The raging fire swarmed below them, a flame catching on the sleeve of Draco's black suit.
He screamed out in agony, the fire burning through his clothes and skin.
All of a sudden, he saw someone—Potter—racing above the Fiendfyre on a broomstick towards him.
He had never been so happy to see his enemy.
After his hand slipping out of Harry's grasp, Draco finally grabbed his hand and was pulled onto the broomstick.
They did the same for Goyle, as he was on Hermione's broom.
"The door, get to the door, the door!" Draco screamed.
But Harry went in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing, what are you doing? The door's that way!" Draco cried.
Who cared about a diadem right now? If they spent one more second in there, they would be burned alive.
Draco was screaming and holding onto Harry so tight that he might break his ribs.
At the last second, they sped through the door as the room collapsed.
Draco fell off the broom as they landed, gasping and coughing.
His arm was searing in pain, the flesh exposed and raw.
"C—Crabbe," he choked out.
"C—Crabbe."
"He's dead," Ron said harshly.
Draco didn't even have a retort to say back as he sat there with his back against the wall, scars across his heart.
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