Malfoy went up to the room of requirement, to find the vanishing cabinet, or in this case the portal to Borgan & Burkes. He had finally completed his side of the portal and now had to test it. Malfoy opened his hand and revealed a tiny, shivering white bird. Draco opened the door to the cabinet and slowly placed the bird inside, the closer it got to the cabinet the more it shook. He let go of the bird and closed the door, unable to look at the bird a moment longer.
Draco had owned a bird once. It was a small yellow canary and would sing every time it saw its owner, Draco. Draco didn't have many friends at his house, he didn't have any at all in fact, because the Malfoy Manor was secluded from the rest of the country and there were no other houses near it. So Malfoy's best friend was his canary.
His father, however, detested the little bird, he would glare at it whenever it started to sing and he would "accidentally" forget to feed it. One day Draco found the bird dead. It had no visible wounds and his father said it must have died from old age. Malfoy nodded, seemingly agreeing with his father, but Draco knew that the bird was only about a year old and was healthy just yesterday. He knew his father had killed it.
From that day foreword Draco was scared of his father. He covered the scared with fake respect and tried to be like his father to pretend he wasn't scared. In truth the first five minutes after his father was sent away to Azkaban were the best moments of his life. That only lasted until Lord Voldemort came and said he was just like his father, why doesn't he take over in his place and take on the mission to kill Dumbledore. Draco didn't want to, but he had no choice, he had to continue being like his father so that he would not die. He had to continue being the man that he was also terrified of.
Draco walked back over to the vanishing cabinet. He opened the doors and found the bird inside. The bird was dead. It was lying on the cabinet shelf, no longer shaking, staring at Draco with cold eyes. It looked just like his canary, the one his father had killed.
Malfoy staggered over to an old, moth-bitten chair, he sat down with his head in his hands and sobbed. He had sent the bird to its death, he was becoming more and more like his father. The Dark Lord thought he was like his father. Draco kept sobbing. He was scared, of the Dark Lord, of the upcoming war, of his mission to kill Dumbledore, of his father and of himself.