Serpent's Veil || Draco Malfoy.

Dreams of Defeat

Emily's POV

What the hell just happened? 

The Dark Lord just sent Malfoy and me to kill Dumbledore off. 

I acted like it was the most normal thing in the world and then told the blond that I'd manage on my own and to screw off. 

Great job, Emily, you're off to a fantastic start.

I hope he understands I said that in the heat of the moment and that I obviously can't get rid of the old man alone. 

Not alone or with him. 

How are we supposed to kill off the most powerful wizard of our time? 

We're not bad wizards ourselves, but we can't compare to someone like that. 

Can he even be killed? 

Maybe he is immortal.

Is that why Voldy is scared of Dumbledore?

Alright, it's not the time for jokes.

After separating from Malfoy and returning to Hogwarts, I head to the library. 

I need to think and get away from everyone. 

Maybe I can find a book that will be useful. 

The room is almost empty at this hour, with only a few students finishing their assignments.

I wander through the shelves, looking for anything that might help. 

My eyes skim over the titles, quickly passing volumes on Defense Against the Dark Arts and Advanced Charms. I need something more specific, something that will give me a real advantage.

Let's see if I can find something other than a manual for idiots

As I search, my thoughts keep circling back to the mission and the potential consequences of failure. 

My parents. 

I can't fail, not just for myself, but for them as well. I know they couldn't handle the shame and punishment of having a daughter who failed the Dark Lord. They've sacrificed so much for me, and I can't let them down. 

Their faces appear in my mind, reminding me of what's at stake. 

It's not just my life or Draco's; it's also the honour and safety of our families.

Besides, no matter how powerful the old fool is, our lives and our families are more important.

 We aren't murderers, but we'll do what we have to to survive. 

We have no other choice. 

It's just Draco and me, alone in this, facing an almost impossible challenge.

Ironic

I find a secluded corner and sit down, opening a book on advanced potions. 

Maybe I can find a potion to weaken Dumbledore, something to make him more vulnerable. 

My eyes settle on a page about the Elixir of Death in Life. 

It's an extremely complex and dangerous potion, but if prepared correctly, it might give us enough time to do what we need to do. However, we'll need help to gather the ingredients and ensure it works.

My eyes begin to grow heavy as I try to concentrate on the complex potion instructions. The letters start to blur and mix. I lean back in the chair, trying to stay awake, but the exhaustion from the past few days is finally catching up to me.

I'll end up with a drool-soaked bookmark. Very fitting for a future assassin.

The silence of the library and the soft light envelop me, and I feel my eyelids slowly closing. 

I know I should keep reading, planning, and thinking of a solution, but the fatigue is too much.

Gradually, I drift into a deep sleep, my head falling onto the open book. As terrifying as the task is, there's nothing I can do in this state. 

My thoughts fade into a dreamless slumber, knowing that, at least for a moment, I can escape reality. 

But deep down, even in my dreams, the certainty that we can't fail remains. 

If we do, we'll be dead. 

Literally.