(A/N~ I edited🙃)
Draco was well aware of the Dark Lord's plan for Harry Potter. His father was a Death Eater, after all.
And he was scared. He was terrified. Terrified for Harry.
One night, when his father left for a special meeting he had been planning for and discussing in harsh whispers with Narcissa all day, Draco sat in his room, the door locked, shaking on his bed. He knew the possibilities of this mission, what could become of Harry. And he was scared.
He heard the whoosh of his parents leaving, so he exited his room, for he felt like he was suffocating in there. He walked down the hall of Malfoy Manor, dizzy from exhaustion. He stopped at the top of the staircase and sobbed into his hands. He sat down and let the tears fall.
He let himself imagine what could be if he wasn't a Malfoy, if Harry wasn't a Potter.
(A/N~ I know that was short, but what did you guys think? I might keep editing this, pls comment and let me know).
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