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

19

"Can we talk?"
I told Harry after class.

"Uhm, actually, I wanted to talk to Dumbledore".

Shit. Draco and I planned to kill them both at the same time in different places. My brother should already be ready to finish Dumbledore off.

"Wait. Just a second".

I took my wand out of my back pocket without him noticing.
He smiled at me and said:

"Sure. What is it?"

I could not do it. How could I kill someone I loved. He continued smiling at me. Stop smiling. Damn it. I was not a monster, he told me. I could not prove the opposite.

"Do you still think we can chose our path?"

"Yes, of course".

"Does not matter what kind of wizard you are?"

"Of course".

"Do you still think I am a nice person?"

"Yes, of course. No matter if we are purebloods, halfbloods or muggleborn, but what is it with you?"

My eyes filled with tears as I spoke.

"Nothing, I just got something in my eye".

He came closer as he held my face in his hand and his he blew air in my eye. My face went red, my eyes filled with tears and my heart beat fast. His lips were some inches away from me. He went a step backwards after seeing me crying.

"Is something off?"

I shook my head.

"I am sorry, I need to go".

I ran as fast as I could towards Dumbledore's office, my wand still in my hand while Harry told me to come back. Draco should be there. I really hoped he did not kill him already. I needed to tell my brother that we were still in time to stop Voldemort. We could chose to be the heroes if we wanted to.
I finally reached his office when I saw Draco pointing his wand at Dumbledore.

"Draco!"
I yelled and he turned around to look at me.

"Diana? Did you already kill him?"

He was almost crying. I shook my head.

"We do not have to do it, Draco. We can change. We can still be heroes if we want to!"

"It is to late now, Diana. We do not have choices. He is going to kill us!"

At the same time Snape appeared behind us.

"Draco, please! Lower your-"

But I stopped as I heard Snape shouting Avada Kedrava to Dumbledore. The last thing I can remember was looking at my brother. His eyes filled with tears and his lips trembling. We hugged each other as we joined the death eaters. At the end, we did not have a choice. Somebody else chose our destiny.

The death eaters took over at Hogwarts. I tried several times to talk with Harry, but as I imagined, he avoided me. It was over. I did not have to bring him to Voldemort anymore. Dumbledore's death meant that Voldemort could come and get him anytime he wanted. At the end, all my efforts became useless.