'Run, Draco!' Snape screamed at me. There was panic in his eyes. He spun round to face my school rival, the one person who made me feel real. Who could break so easily through the façade all others could not.
But now was not the time for wistful thinking and dreams of the unreachable. I turned tail and ran, speeding towards the gates. Potter's desperate cries of deadly curses echoing in my ears.
Potter. What kept him going? Even on the point of death, he still radiated a power I'm sure the Dark Lord does not know of. He could still insult Snape, straight to his face. Whether through foolishness or underestimated confidence, he never failed to impress me.
But then, maybe he wasn't as foolhardy as he appeared. I'm sure I felt him there on the tower. As I stood over Dumbledore with his life, mine to take, Harry's eyes burning holes through my skull. But he didn't make a move.
I guess I'm ashamed of how Dumbledore managed to strip me of power, even when I held his life in my hands. His accurate reading of me and calm, reasonable solutions were unnerving.
Did Harry see it all? Could he see my weakness? Does he know I'm unable to kill? And if he does, why is he still chasing me?
I heard a loud BANG behind me and turned to see Snape had cracked. Harry was soaring backwards towards the floor and I felt a sudden impulsive urge to run and catch him and comfort him, though why I don't know. So I turned and resumed running.
I reached the gate and spun to Disapparate, knowing Snape would be with me any second. The last thing I saw in the split second before vanishing was Harry's face, contorted in pain and anger as Snape's curse hit him hard.
And then I was gone. To and unknown address and an unknown future, leaving my only hope behind me. Harry Potter.