A/N: Hey there! This is my second piece for the Camp Potter challenge enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Duh.
Draco sat in the shadows and waited for someone to come by him. There was no way he was going out there to be hunted down by some psycho Gryffindor. If he wanted to be terrified, he'd almost rather go find the Dark Lord.
But he wasn't out there finding the Dark Lord. He would stay far away from that mistake for as long as he could.
He regretted taking the Dark Mark the day he got it. Why did he have to be so damned stubborn and take it! He should have listened to his mother.
He had thought her weak at the time. Fragile in heart and mind due to his father's incarceration.
But she wasn't. He was the weak one. He had always relied on his father for strength. Lucius was strong minded, Draco was strong minded. Lucius was stubborn, Draco was stubborn. Lucius was proud, Draco was proud. Until the day he was taken away.
Draco never knew how hollow and easily breakable he was until he was gutted of everything he thought was his.
He scratched at his arm, careful to avoid the Mark. He didn't want him to come and Crucio him for an 'embarrassing display of insolence' again.
He hated this mark, hated himself, and hated this stupid bloody war. But he would do whatever it took to survive.
He lifted his wand with his trembling hands and waited for the fight to come.
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