This wasn't what he had wanted. This wasn't what he had planned. With a pang of shame that made his insides contract he realized that Dumbledore had been right; his heart hadn't been in it. Destruction and bloodshed were unavoidable now, he was the one to make it possible. If only he had taken more precautions, thought more into what he would unleash…
Horror widened his eyes, mirroring the scene on his grey orbs. Smoke and rubble coated the walls and floor. Screams and footsteps reverberated through the halls of the ancient castle. People he knew fought fiercely, while he was being pulled and guided out of the mess he had created.
Suddenly, two figures appeared, rushing down the stairs. He saw them, striking fear in him like lightning; he looked around at the faces around him -his heartbeat quickening- hoping that they hadn't seen her, but he seemed to be the only one to have noticed them.
This new fear bestowed a new determination; confusion banished replacing in its stead a new goal. There was one thing he had to do, only one thing he cared for that moment: To drag danger away with him, to leave the cursed place before something happened to her.
Snape, feeling his sudden change tightened his grip on his arm and lead the way. Draco gave one last glance behind, and watched as Hermione descended the stairs…
He remembered. That was the night he could no longer lie to himself.