A/N: Hello everyone! Well, I'm starting a new drabble series; it'll cover moments from Deathly Hallows. The drabbles will be of varying genres/lengths/characters and definitely won't be in order. I like to think this particular one is from the POV of Daphne Greengrass, but you can take it as any Slytherin's thoughts.
It wasn't like I was on You-Know-Who's side. I wasn't a coward either; of that I was sure. Pansy Parkinson may have been both of those (and more), but that was Pansy. In other circumstances, maybe my decision would've been different. If the odds weren't incredibly against us. If I didn't have a little sister to take care of. But the likelihood of a ragtag group of teenagers and the dwindling Order of the Phoenix winning against the Dark Lord himself was slim at best, and what if I died? Who would make sure my sister was okay? Like I said, I wasn't a Death Eater or a coward. I was a Slytherin, and Slytherins look out for themselves. Leave the chivalry to the Gryffindors. It's not as if the rest of Hogwarts actually wanted us there anyway. So I found myself standing up and following Pansy and the rest of my House out of the Great Hall. I didn't look back.