Not Brave Enough
AN: Draco is about to be marked and he struggles with his emotions of not being brave enough to say no and not being Harry Potter. This is a one shot I thought about today. Hope you enjoy! And as usual I don't own Harry Potter!
Draco knelt down on the cold dungeon floor. He knew if he looked up he would be looking into blood red eyes. He shivered and closed his blood shot eyes. Cold, sinister feelings rose into the air around him. He was to be marked today, marked as a death eater and join the ranks as his father had before him. He was terrified to look up and accept his fate.
Malfoy's were not suppose to be scared, they had to hold their head high and bring honor to the noble house of Malfoy.
'Was this noble? To follow the path following a murderer?' He thought.
He thought about Potter, the golden boy. What he wouldn't give to be him. He didn't have to bow to this monster. He isn't forced to take this mark. He wasn't to be a disgrace to the whole world when the Dark lost.
"Child, rise and accept my mark" The Dark Lord said.
Draco lifted his eyes and saw what he knew and dreaded. He saw blood red eyes in a completely reptilian face. It was horrible to see. "RISE NOW YOU FOOLISH CHILD!" His father screamed.
Setting the cold withdrawn Malfoy look on his face he stood. His left arm was extended in preparation for receiving the mark. The tip of The Dark Lords wand touched his arm in a burning sting so over powering he cried out and fell to his knees. The Dark Lords face twisted into a sinister smirk that Draco would never be able to forget. His body broke out into sweat and his eyes were blacking out from the pain. The wand tip left his arm and the excruciating pain turned to a painful throb. He looked down to his arm and saw the snake in the mark slithering into the skull. His mask almost crumbled but he held composure.
The rest of the night was celebration for the new followers until finally he went home. His mother and mother looked on proud to their son before retiring to their chambers. Draco's masks still stayed up until he walked to his own chambers and shut the door behind him. His face touched to cold door and his masks crumpled. Why couldn't I have stood up and walked away. Why wasn't I brave enough? He fell to his bed and cried himself to sleep. His dreams circled around one thought.
"Why couldn't I have been Harry Potter?"