I looked down at the castle in dismay. My friends were in there; I couldn't do this. My enemies didn't even deserve this.
I thought of Dumbledore. He'd gotten me through my first four years here, and without him I didn't know if I could return. He'd been the strong father figure I'd never gotten before. He'd always cared about more than fitting in. All Lucius cared about was pleasing the "Dark Lord."
Personally I cursed their names. Voldemort would never be a 'Lord' to me. I would never faithfully follow him, or even cower in front of him like his Death Eaters did. And Lucius… he would never be my father. Not now. He offered me up to Voldemort without even asking me. I never had a choice in my future.
I looked at the Dark Mark on my forearm. It was burning; he was telling me to go now. I didn't want to, and I didn't know if I could.
Snape looked down at me. "Draco, we must go," he mumbled sadly. He didn't want to do this either. Dumbledore had been the only one to stick up for Snape in quite a while, and Snape truly was a good person. It hurt me that Harry doubted him.
"Then let's go," I replied defeatedly, evaporating into the dark mist my life had become.
