I would die for you, Diana Malfoy (Draco's twin) X Harry Potter

18

November 1997

The death eater meeting at the Malfoys began. I tried my best to stay as calm as possible and to act normal. The only one who noticed something was off was my brother. He kept asking me whenever something happened or I just was nervous. I smiled at him and told him that nothing bad happened and that I was just nervous.
I tried to ignore what they all were talking about and only padi attention to when Voldemort referred to me.

"How is it going with Harry Potter, Diana?"

I bit my bottom lip and my parents looked at me while I looked for words to say.

"It is going well, Dark Lord".

"How long do you think it will take you to finish Harry Potter off?"

Finish him off. This was my task. How  could I forget the reason I wanted to be Harry's friend? I wanted to give up. For some reason, my heart and mind could not stand the thought of killing me. My chest hurt more than before. My mouth was dry as I searched for words to say.

"No longer anymore".

Why was I so nervous? Why did I tried to forget the fact that I needed to betray him? Did I grow feelings for him? But he also used me. I am sure. Still, I think I developed feelings for him. It does not matter how hard I tried to remember that the only purpose was to kill him. But if I fell in love with him, how could I kill him now? If I did not betray him, me and my family will get problems. What should I do?

The meeting went on whole I could not think of anything else but Harry. Why did I fell in love with him? I hated him now more than ever. It was a mistake trying to spend time with him. It was a mistake trying to make him my friend. How could I fall for him? It's ridiculous.

But still, no matter how hard I tried to hate him, I could not. It was too late now. I needed to accept the fact that he was not only a friend of mine, but he also won my heart.

The fact that I realized how hard I fell for Harry, was not more shocking than the task my brother needed to fulfill for Voldemort. Killing Dumbledore.

My parents tried to change Voldemort's mind. Draco was devastated.
We did not talk about it for weeks until he could not ignore his destiny. He could not ignore that he had to do it. He had to kill him. Or Voldemort was going to kill us.

Days went by and Draco was more depressed than ever. I tried to cheer him up as I always did when we were kids but how could I make him happy when I was as devastated than him?
To my horror, Harry tried to talk to me several times but I always made excuses to not wanting to see him. It hurt me to ignore him. It hurt me a lot. But I decided that it was over now. I could not let my feelings overtake me. It was a mistake falling for him and now it was my task to bring this to an end.