for hogwarts: writing club [liza's loves; showtime - only us]; insane house comp [astronomy tower]
300 words, by google docs
Draco's world stopped. Everything around him faded and there was only him and Dumbledore standing on the Astronomy Tower.
He couldn't do it.
He was going to prove every Death Eater who called his family weak right, but he still couldn't bring himself to raise his wand and say the two simple words to end Dumbledore's life.
Dumbledore was talking, offering him a way out. He wanted nothing more to take the opportunity, but he knew that everybody else he knew was pressuring him to raise his wand, to end, to end everything.
Why couldn't he do it?
He felt as if he was choking, as if his world was collapsing. He wanted nothing more than to utter the words, but once he did it, would they even work? He knew that they only worked if you meant them, and Draco didn't mean them.
He decided, in that moment, that he didn't want to kill the frail old man standing across from him. He looked so old, so fragile; he'd probably die normally soon enough.
He couldn't bring himself to raise his want, to utter the simple two words.
He was Malfoy, he was always taught. He was above it all. If he was above it all, why couldn't he be above the Dark Lord? Why'd he had to submit?
Dumbledore was offering a way out, a way to protect Draco. Why couldn't Draco just raise his hand, not to cast the spell, but to accept Dumbledore's?
It seemed like a better ideal than living in a world where he would always be looked down upon.
It seemed good.
Draco was going to take that way out. He raised his hand, ready to take Dumbledore's, but then Dumbledore was shot backward, engulfed in green, falling, falling.
It was too late.