So here is the film version of Into The Dark's murder scene! Enjoy!
For people who haven't read ITD – first, do it! Lol. Kidding – that part can stand alone really, I think. It covers the whole murder scene, from the Death Eaters' arrival – here – to Draco's escape from the tower. If you want Draco's punishment, you'll have to go to the main fic (cackles).
I don't think the Order is in the castle in the movie, yet it fitted with my version...don't kill me for that little stretching of canon, please...
Enjoy!
He stepped back, his breathing erratic, and waited for a few seconds, before the dark, thick fog of Apparition sneaked under the Cabinet's door. Instinctively, he turned back and rushed away as fast as possible.
As he stood in front of the door again, he eventually realized how childish his behaviour was, how obvious his fear had become. He turned slowly on his heels, his back pressing against the wooden door. He heard quick, hasty footsteps, and his aunt was in front of him.
Her eyes took in his frightened face for a tenth of a second before she grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her.
"Get a grip," she hissed in his ear, "They mustn't see your fear. Come on, you can't fail now."
She released him and turned round right before the others joined them. Unlike her, they all wore their masks. Draco couldn't tell whether he preferred it when their faces were hidden, or whether the cruel-looking masks scared him too much, almost making him forget that there were humans under. Anyway, Bellatrix almost never wore her mask; she didn't need it, everyone already knew who she was, and her expressive face terrified the victims and encouraged her fellow Death Eaters, never leaving anyone indifferent. Right then, her intense eyes drew him in and made him cringe inside at the very same time. He was a little of both, the hunter and the prey. Yet he didn't feel terrified anymore; he felt dizzy and light-headed, as if her hypnotic gaze had dazzled his brain.
"You shall need a Disillusionment Charm," he said, his own voice sounding weird and foreign to himself, as if it was someone else speaking with his lips, another tongue forming the crucial words. "The Order is out there."
The Death Eaters started cursing and talking all at once. Draco felt cold, he couldn't think properly, couldn't react.
"Is Dumbledore here?" Bellatrix asked vividly.
He shook his head no.
"Do you know where he'll arrive?"
"The Astronomy Tower," he whispered.
There was a very short silence.
"We can't all be concealed," his aunt thought aloud, "We'll have to fight before we get to him, anyway. Get to the tower under a Disillusionment Charm and wait for him, we'll be there a little after, just in case."
But they both knew that the just in case was more important than she made it sound. Or was she actually more confident than he? He doubted it, he couldn't see how she could trust him now. However, he nodded without any comment. The others' stares were focused on his face, expectant and greedy and contemptuous and mocking; Lucius' son is weak, his family really did lose its honour, he could almost hear them thinking. Gritting his teeth, he turned brutally and strode from the room. Only when his aunt gripped his sleeve, hissing something that awfully sounded like a low stream of curse words, did he realize that he had been about to walk out unconcealed. He performed the curse quickly before fleeing from his cackling fellows in darkness.
The terror was back then, vitually tearing his insides apart. He went straight to the tower, never stopping, never looking back, even when bangs and screams started to echo in his path. Trying very hard not to throw up, not to pass out. Be a man, Draco, he scolded himself mentally. Even his inside voice sounded feeble and weak.
And then he heard them, the voices: Dumbledore was there. He ran, and there he was, in front of him, the old man. His wand nowhere to be seen, helpless in front of him.