My mind was clouded, I was so confused. It was like wading through a thick muddy swamp. Why was Mum asking me to do this unthinkable thing. I couldn't. I wouldn't. Why me. Why. This wasn't right. I mean how could I. To the one I loved. It wasn't fair. To ask this of me. IT WASN'T FAIR. I loved him so much, more than I'd ever loved anyone. More than Draco. Even more than Draco. I loved Harry. He was everything to me. And now this… unspeakable thing. My mother, my own flesh and blood, the one who was supposed to love me no matter what. And she was asking me to kill the one I love. She wanted me to kill Harry Potter.