"Draco, it's time to wake up, or you'll miss the Hogwarts Express"
ugh, I thought, pushing myself off my soft, comfy pillow. Do I have to go back? Well, I did, I just didn't know that at the time. It was the start of my seventh year, and, having caused the late-headmasters death, I did not want to face those halls again.
But, I didn't do it. I didn't kill Dumbledore. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't.
But, I should have. I caused my family so many problems when I didn't do what was expected of me. With the information I have now, I know I could never be able to end someone else's life. But, my entire life was set up to lead to that moment...and I bailed on my only chance to save my families name and honour.
I had to go back to right all my wrongs. None of those wrongs would be fixed till I went back.
There will never be three people I hate more then Granger, Weasley and Potter. But, they saved me from a life of crime and hate.
Because of them, I met my best friend and beautiful wife. And had my loving, honest, and true son.
If I don't go father will be angry. Plus, I'll have to stay with Him. My trunk was already packed and by the front doors, ready for my departure. All I had to do was the normal morning routine. After I had finished getting dressed, I went downstairs. Breakfast was already on the table waiting. Bless mother, what would I ever do without her? I sat down and ate, before I finished, my father went into the hall. From the dining hall, I could hear him talking to mother.
"Maybe we should keep him here?"
"No, he has one more year. his going Narcissa."
"I just...do you think he'll be safe there?"
"Hogwarts is the safest place. He will be fine. The Carrows and Snape are there. it'll be okay."
Mother didn't want me to leave....there must be something they know that I don't.
It surprised me, mother was very keen on my education. In fourth year, I had asked to be transferred. She insisted I stayed at Hogwarts. Sixth year, I asked to drop out. Her reply suggested that her death would have to take place first.
We traveled in mostly silence. I was fine with that. Mother always cries when I leave, I used to think it was because she thought I wasn't going to come home
I was right.
My father told me to be careful, keep my head down. Same as every year. Mother said she loved me and that she'll send sweets soon. Again, nothing new. What threw me off was my fathers eyes. They never focused on any object for long. He was scared, panicked even.
Something was wrong. I no longer cared about making my parents proud. I did not want on that train. But by the time I could voice my internal struggles, it was already leaving the station. Finding the compartment with my friends in, I sat down and said nothing.
Whatever was about to happen, I wasn't supposed to know. I just had to prepare myself for it. But, no amount of preparations could have prepared me for what was coming.