twisted

twenty seven

*disclaimer - this chapter has a very specific event from the book/movies, although instead it is in draco's pov. therefore, some conversation will be the same as it is in the movie/book (i tried to paraphrase some). but, all credit for this goes to JK Rowling.

(we don't support her though.)

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draco malfoy

I forced myself to draw towards the tower. Clutching my wand like an idiot, I drew myself up the steps. It seemed like hours had passed and the other Death Eaters were nowhere to be seen.

So I knew what I had to do. As I neared the top of the stairs, I paused for a moment, trying to contain myself.

I paced towards the corner, and leant over nervously- my heart stopping as I heard foggy conversation between a voice I could recognize as Dumbledore's the other voice unknown. They were on the very top, so I approached the tiny staircase carefully, before I heard footsteps directly above me.

I again met the nearest wall cold with my back, closing my eyes and quietly panting for air.

But I had to do this,

So I grabbed my wand, and waited while I tried to listen in on the drained murmurs of chatter between the two.

But soon enough, I saw a glimpse of a boy leaving the area, and before I could hesitate, I crept up behind the old fool watching out from high up.

I took a few shallow breaths, and clutched my wand tighter as he noticed me straight away. He raised his eyebrows and slyly stared at me, which quickly created a knot in my stomach.

"Good evening, Draco," he muttered, his eyes wide as we watched me with curiosity. "What brings you here this evening?"

"Who else is here?" I managed to try and boldly speak, sucking in for breath as I violently shook my wand.

Though Dumbledore stood nonchalantly, separating his hands and shrugging. "I often talk to myself -- I find it useful..." He paused for a moment. "Have you been speaking to yourself, Draco?"

I stood still, my wand still pointing towards him sharply. I narrowed my eyebrows and cleared my throat, unable to speak.

He spoke again. "Draco, you are not an assassin."

I spoke blatantly as I thought. Nearly yelling, I managed, "How do you know what I am? You'd be shocked if you knew some things I've done."

Though his words truly were good to me.

"Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping she'd..." He began, though my mind was too clouded to take in this information. I'd done things I wished had never been brought up to me. But I shook my head and looked to the side as he spoke, wishing I was unable to hear. "Like replacing a bottle of mead with one that was intoxicated with poison... Forgive me, Draco, but I feel as though your actions were so weak that your heart can't really have been in them."

"He trusts me!" I shouted, shaking my wand towards him more violently. Then, my hand found the sleeve of my black shirt, thrusting the fabric upwards to reveal the mark on my forearm. "I was chosen!"

Dumbledore stared closely for a moment in utter disbelief, although I could see deep down he expected it. He met eyes with me again and time stood still for a moment. I stood there, gaping for breath, unable to cast any spells.

"Then I'll make this easy for you," He spoke, and then he did what I never expected. He raised his arms up into the sky, giving me an easy shot straight into his chest.