Draco held his wand out in front of him, pointing it at the already disarmed Auror standing in front of him. This was what his father had trained him for his whole life. His first real battle as a Death Eater.
He had always known he wanted to be like his father. Lucius was powerful, respected, feared, even, by some, and Draco wanted that, too.
He was six when Lucius had first started teaching him the Dark Arts, and he was nine the day his father taught him the killing curse. He was supposed to practice it on various small animals that lurked in the Malfoy dungeon. For some reason, he could never bring himself to actually kill the creatures. He always shot the curse at the wall, and whispered the Full Body-Bind curse afterward so Lucius wouldn't notice that he had failed. He hated failing his father.
He continued to study the Dark Arts the whole time he was at Hogwarts, preparing for his Death Eater initiation that would supposedly come in his seventh year. He had quickly gained respect among the Slytherins merely because he was a Malfoy, and they had generally either gave him whatever he wanted or left him alone. He was satisfied with that. Who needed friends anyway? Power was more important. Of course, every once in a while, he would watch Potter and his pathetic friends, Weasel and the Mudblood, and feel almost envious of them. But those moments passed quickly. After all, what could Potter possibly have that Malfoy didn't?
In his seventh year, he was initiated as a Death Eater. He never told anyone how scared he had been. Malfoys weren't afraid of anything. At least, they never admitted it if they were.
And now here he was in the final battle. All of Lucius's training had been to prepare him for this moment. He knew his father would have killed the Auror already, but for some reason Draco couldn't bring himself to do it. He was disgusted with himself. This was his chance to make his father proud, and here he was acting like... like Potter. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a Death Eater shouting, « Avada Kedavra ». His father. The Auror fell at Draco's feet, and Draco backed up, unable to look at him anymore. He looked up at Lucius instead, and saw something in him that he had never seen before. He watched the sick, twisted pleasure play across Lucius's face as he looked down at the slain man, and suddenly, for the first time in his life, Draco didn't want to be like his father.
A/N: Probably not my best work, but I think it's pretty good for my first angstfic. Feel free to review. Con crit is always welcome; flames will not be appreciated.