Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters were in the middle of a dark forest.
Draco Malfoy was slumped against a tree. His robes were torn and he had scratches all over his face. Blood dripped down his arms.
The Death Eaters, including Draco's parents watched Voldemort stand over him, his wand clenched in his hand.
"Master please." Draco begged on his knees. "Spare me, I'm sorry."
"You expect me to not kill you after you have failed me?" Voldemort hissed. "You have done nothing useful. You're just like your father."
"Just give me one more chance." Draco said through tears.
"Why should I? You were too weak to kill Dumbledore." Voldemort said, disgust all over his face.
"I..I'm sorry." Draco said. "I wasn't thinking clearly."
"Save your pathetic excuses for someone who cares cretin."
Voldemort pointed his wand at the quivering boy. "Avada Kedavra."
Draco immediately went limp, the color drained from his face.
"Pathetic boy." Voldemort said, walking away from him.
Narcissa Malfoy ran over to the body, hugging it to her chest. She looked up at her husband angrily.
"You see what your foolishness has done to us? He only gave Draco that job so he could kill him. It's all your fault Lucius!" She said.
"It wasn't my fault I messed up! It was an accident!" Lucius hissed.
"That was some accident you had, idiot." Narcissa said.
Tears leaked out of her eyes and she ran as far away as her legs would carry her.
The next day she packed her things and left the Malfoy Mansion, never to return.