I do not own any ideas written and created by JK Rowling, including the characters Draco Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore. I am not JK Rowling. If I was, I wouldn't be on , would I? :P
"I can help you, Draco." Dumbledore said calmly. His blue eyes poured into mine from behind his half-moon spectacles. I quickly looked away, fearing the truth hidden in his stare.
"No, you can't," I choked, holding back the tears that now blurred my vision. "Nobody can. He told me to do it or he'll kill me. I've got no choice."
I gripped my wand tightly and pointed it threateningly at Dumbledore. I couldn't do it. My legs trembled and my face felt pale. Goosebumps ran across my skin from where I'd been branded with the dark mark. Ever since the night I'd joined the Death Eaters, I suffered terrible nightmares in which the tattoo would crawl and slither up my arm. It wrapped me up and suffocated me, allowing no escape. Death was my only option.
"He cannot kill you if you are already dead" Dumbledore explained. He told me that he could protect my mother and I. He said that when the time comes, he would remove my father from Azkaban and protect him too.
But, no. I knew the dark lord had grown too powerful. He would track my family down and kill us in the most despicable of ways. Slowly. Painfully. With no emotion or care except for the joy of listening to his prisoners' shrieks. There was no doubting the inevitable conclusion. I had to kill Albus Dumbledore.
"You're at my mercy..." I said quietly as my gaze involuntarily wandered to his wrinkled face. He was staring right at me, piercing through my soul. When he spoke, it was just barely a whisper.
"No, Draco. It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now."
I couldn't speak. My tongue was dry and my wand hand was shaking. I lowered it by just a little.
At that moment, four death eaters burst into the room, destroying any small hope of escape from the task of killing Dumbledore. Their eyes were on me now. Particularly Finrir Greyback, whom I avoided looking at. The stench of dirt, sweat, and dry blood marked his arrival.
"Do it." he rasped, licking his bloody lips.
There was no time to think. Nothing to consider. The sound of Aurors attempting to break through the barrier at the bottom of the tower left me with no choice. All four death eaters frantically shouted at me to kill the old man. No other option... No other option...
Suddenly, a door burst open and professor Snape stepped out into the room. The next few moments flashed through my mind as I tried to process what was happening.
A begging voice.
A push backwards.
A flash of green light.
A body falling to the ground below.
A hand seizing me and forcing me through the door.
Darkness.
I could not walk. I could not run. I dropped to the ground, hearing only the shattering sound of my last hope falling to the floor with the rest of me.