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Draco ran from the Great Hall so fast that he looked like a blur. Severus saw him leave, but did not follow. He forced himself to look into his God-Son's mind and saw that he was heading towards the bathroom. He decided to let the boy alone for a change.
Draco reached the sink and gripped it so tight that within minutes his knuckles were white and his fingers started to ache. But he didn't care. That pain was nothing compared the feeling of anxiety that was building up inside him.
Draco didn't want to be a Death Eater anymore. He didn't want to be the one to kill his Head Master.
All Draco wanted was to be a normal sixth year Slytherin, with the most important concerns of his being the task of forming a Quidditch team and how to irritate Potter and his friends. But Draco knew that if he did kill Albus, that his life at Hogwarts would be over, and he would be just another Death Eater like his father. He didn't want to be like his family.
Suddenly, Draco knew what to do. He transfigured his quill into a small, yet very sharp blade. He plunged the point into the veins on both his wrists, and then into his chest. To Draco, ending his life was the only option. He didn't have the heart to kill Albus, he couldn't face his parents again, and he felt more alone than ever. Thinking only of his God-Father, and how he was the only one who ever cared, Draco breathed his last raspy breaths.
Back in the Great Hall, Severus felt a deep ache in his heart. His eyes swept over the Slytherin table and he searched for his God-Son. When Severus did not find him, he tried to enter Draco's mind, but was unable to. Severus left the staff table and sprinted towards the boy's bathroom.
There he found Draco, lying lifeless in a large pool of his own blood. Severus knelt down next to Draco and checked him for a pulse. Finding none, Severus wept for the first time in years. He picked Draco up off the floor and held him tightly. Severus would never forget the image of seeing his God-Son lying on the floor with the blade stuck in his chest. It would haunt him until the day he died.