22 Partes Continúa Contenido adulto"You've got to be kidding me," Draco muttered under his breath, staring at the door of his room, his fingers were trembling, his body shaking, and his eyes were blown wide. A hand covered his hip, as tears clung to his eyes. Voldermort wanted him to kill Albus Dumbledore, and to find a way into Hogwarts. That was not what freaked him out so much, today, however, it was what he had seen as he had been dragged to a hunting session earlier. The robes had parted just enough and Draco saw...IT. How could the Fates have been so cruel as to pair him up with such a cruel being. He knew that should Voldermort find out...Draoc shuddered, swallowing hesitantly. His father was in Azkaban, there was nothing he could do.
"You're right." Draco started, staring up at the figure that seem to have just...shimmered in his room. "The fates are cruel. So how about this...I can give you one chance. However, you won't be able to return. Take it, if you wish." He had not even needed to think about it. Why not? What else did he have to love? His life? His pride? His dignity? All of those were already as good as gone anyways.
"Very well." He muttered the words and found himself yelping as his body hit cobblestone.