"Never Trust Your Enemies"
Draco stared at the black haired boy crouched in the alleyway in front of him.
"Why are you telling me this Potter? You know I have to kill you."
"It's just…" Harry hesitated, and then rasped brokenly. "I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry about how we fought in school. I was a real idiot."
"No, we were both stupid." Draco nodded and lowered his wand. "But in the end, no matter which side wins, we all lose."
Harry blinked at him. "You're crazy Malfoy, join us and you'll save millions of innocent lives."
Draco snorted. "Your precious Light Side is gone. At this moment, your loyal followers are being slowly tortured." His mouth stretched in a twisted smile. "Can you hear their screams? Can you hear how they curse you? YOU Potter?"
"You're sick Malfoy!"
"No amount of sucking up is going to save you now, Potter." His eyes widened in the madness of bloodlust. "Prepare to meet your dear parents, and the other Phoenix LOSERS."
Harry didn't have the energy to retaliate. He had killed the other three Death Eaters with Malfoy, until Draco had broken his legs. Now, he was just a mass of blood. He tried again.
"Be fair Draco, do something for old times sake, the friendship we could have had. Heal my legs and I'll come without a fight."
Draco stared down at him. "You know, out of all the people in the world, you were the only one I ever asked to be my friend. The only one who rejected me. I stand by what I said seven years ago, Harry, you hung around with riffraff and now you're getting what you deserve, Goodbye!"
Harry managed to nod. "It would have been nice knowing you under different conditions. May I die with my wand in my hand?"
Draco considered it. Potter was barely able to talk now. Voldemort had entrusted him with this important mission, but Harry was the only one who could understand his position. He nodded, looking sickened.
"Fine, and let it not be said that the Malfoys were ever unfair to their enemies."
Harry grabbed his wand, closed his eyes and prepared himself.
"Avada Kedavra" whispered the soft voice.
And Draco Malfoy, his face white with shock of betrayal tumbled into the street gutter.
"Fool" muttered the dark haired boy. His face suddenly morphed into the ashen-grey snake-like face of Lord Voldemort. "Never trust your enemies."