"You can do this Draco, we can do this."
We were standing in the middle of a battle, a war. The courtyard was a graveyard; several dead bodies lie lifeless on the ground as wizards and witches continued to fight on to the death. It was pure chaos, no other word was appropriate for this massacre. I turned to Draco as he looked out into the crowd. I don't believe anyone expected this terror, not even him. The fear and apprehension was evident in his eyes. I was surprised when he told me that he no longer wanted to be in his father's shadow, but rather wanted to make his own name and stand up to the Dark Lord and now here we were, preparing for battle.
"It's not too late, you can still change your mind, Draco," I whisper to him. "You can still turn back."
"No," he said without hesitation. "I'm doing this, I should have done it sooner. This isn't just about Potter anymore, it's about all of us, our survival. This is our war."
"Ok then," I nod as I grasp his hand in mine. "Let's do this, together."
"Together."