𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋 | 𝐃. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

Draco Malfoy's POV

When death slowly creeps up on a person, that person will most likely be scared for their life but will try to escape death as much as possible. Although I do feel the same, there are some times when I just want the cold, sweet death to come and take me.

Even if I was tasked with a mission like assassination, I still had to attend classes and do homework like any other student here. Barbaric.

Where is death when you need it the most?

I strolled through the train station with my suitcase in hand. My mother, latching her arm around mine, insisted on accompanying me. She has always accompanied me since my first year at Hogwarts, while my father does not bother to show up. During the years I went to this train station, there were days when my mother insisted on coming even though she was feeling under the weather, and my father, who was in better health than her, could not be bothered to drive me there.

Since the train was still not entirely prepared to go, I observed my classmates chatting among themselves by the rails. While the majority of the students appear despondent and afraid, the majority of students I meet and know still seem hopeful despite the current situation. I looked around, taking in my surroundings instead of the people in my immediate vicinity. Throughout my first year at Hogwarts, the train station was a bustling and vibrant place. All of the students were looking forward to returning to or entering Hogwarts, and you could sense it in the air. The station now appears gloomy and melancholy, as though its vibrancy has been taken away and its saturation has been reduced.

Even the war sucks the color out of everything.

"It seems that most parents didn't dare to send their children back," My mother stated while she looked around the area.

Given that the Dark Lord was returning, upcoming first-year students were not allowed to attend Hogwarts; on the other hand, those who wanted to continue their education were encouraged to do so. The announcement undoubtedly shocked the majority of parents.

"I'd be surprised if this station would be swarming with students at this time of war," I muttered when I saw a child, presumably a second year, balling her eyes out and hugging her parents. "No student shouldn't be here in the first place."

"Oh, Draco..." My mother sighed. "If only I had the power to stop you from going and doing this task, I would've done so soon."

Finally, my mother and I stopped walking when we reached the train entrance, where not many people were around. My other stuff has already been boarded. My mother turned me around by grabbing my shoulders and fixing my black suit, her lips trembling while her eyes filled with tears. "How I wish I could come with you."

I gave my mother a saddened smile. "I don't want you to be in any harm, and Hogwarts is nowhere near safe, even for you." I brought my briefcase down and pulled my mother gently in a hug, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "Take care while I'm gone."

"Will you be home at Christmas?"

"I think we both know the answer to that."

My mother hugged me tighter and gently placed a kiss on my cheek, her hand holding the back of my head. "Be safe, my son. I couldn't bear to lose you."

My mother is forced to live with her mad sister and aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, as a result of my father's imprisonment. I don't want my mother to be under any more stress than she already is because of her sister.

I pulled away and gave her a nod before turning around and facing the entrance to the train. Just as I raised my foot to take the first step to board the train, the door burst open.