Bellatrix raises her wand. She spews the worst of the Unforgivable Curses on you.

Your body shudders as pain spreads through your veins.

You collapse, defeated by that unbearable torment.

Your hair, once brown and wavy, scatters on the cold stone floor like the fragments of a shattered vase.

Your hazel irises wear a watery glaze as you drift into madness.

Somewhere else, in another time, I would have rebelled against this shame. I would have stood as the paladin of your cause.

But I'm just Draco Malfoy.

I turn my eyes the other way.

I pretend I can't feel your fragile frame getting torn apart by insanity. I pretend I can't perceive the cries of agony that are smashing your chest.

I'm a coward, a craven.

I hear your tense lips calling for another man.

My soul shatters as well.