I regretted what I did. I really did. I wanted to apologize for all the times I used that word. I wanted to apologize for making fun of her looks. I wanted to apologize for letting Deatheaters into the school, but she would never hear me out. I didn't blame her. She could whip out her wand and avada kedavra me right here and now, and I wouldn't even be mad enough to haunt her.
You see, in The War, I was fighting beside my Aunty Bella when I saw her. She was protecting two first years that were left behind. She looked radiant, even through the many layers of dirt and grime coating her beautiful skin. It was in that moment that I was absolutely sure I wanted to fight for the Light. I had been thinking about it an awful lot, but was seriously debating it. I didn't believe in that blood-purity crap anymore, but if I changed sides then I would be severing all ties with the only people that had approved of me.
One of the pros, though, was getting away from Lucius. I may have his name and his blood running through my veins, but he was not my father. Whenever I would say anything even remotely positive about muggles or muggle-borns, I was beaten. For instance, one time I asked about what a car was, (I had heard Victoria Holmberg, a fourth year Hufflepuff, talking about them and was interested) and was socked right in the ribs. That wasn't even the worst part. Mum stood up for me, so he Crucio'd her. After that I never defied him when mum was present.
In that moment however, all those worries and risks merely melted away. I turned on Bellatrix in the heat of passion and sent her a nasty hex. She looked shocked for only a moment before restoring her face to a cool and uninterested mask, and blocked my hex as if it was child's play. She then shot the Cruciatus curse and I fell into a writhing heap on the floor. I was under the spell for an excruciatingly long 30 seconds. I heard my Aunty Bella's maniacal cackle, a purple light, and a beautiful voice demanding she stop. The curse was lifted and after minutes of dueling, I saw a green light. I was slowly drifting into unconsciousness when an angel knelt beside me.
"The Healers are coming Malfoy, stay with me!" She shouted above the sound of dueling going on around us.
I recognized that voice.
"Call me Draco." I said weakly.
"What?"
"My name is Draco." I said as darkness consumed me.
"Okay," She chuckled "Draco"
I smirked before losing consciousness.
I smiled at the memory. It was what I now used to conjure a patronus. You'll never guess what my patronus form is.
An otter.