its getting quite hard to see now because of the tears, shed for a person who I presumed was an enemy but saved our lives.
this is how I found out that no one is truly evil and there is always a reason.
this is how I learnt that even malfoy wasn't a git, shame it came too late. but then again, it always is isn't it.
malfoy limps down the corridors of his ancestrial home dripping blood on the carpets. failure always came at a price. in this case the price of failing to kill dumbledore was to become the toy of the inner circle. they weren't that bad, compared to his father, a few crutio's and some sectumsempra. the rapes were the worst though, even his father only did that when he was drunk and couldn't find his 'failure' of a wife amid the gloomy corridors but instead found him.
not that it mattered.
he was dragged into the living room, only to see potter (though it was hard to tell) and his friends with the grey mutt snarling down at them.
I watched as my aunt went loopy over a dull sword which was meant to be rotting in her vault, dragging 'mione around by her hair. and I snapped.
as I incapitated my own father, potter burst in with wormy's wand clenched in his trembling hand.
Harry's POV~
as i burst in to help 'mione, I was shocked, there wand drawn, stood draco who apparently just bound his father. as I stood there shocked, there was a pop and dobby was thrown into the mix.
draco's batty aunt was shrieking at the elf about something or other. as this happened, draco clasps our wrists and then tells us to apparate.
as this happens there is an odd whistling noise and draco grunts.
as we arrived at shell cottage, where the weasleys seemed to be laying in wait and all the other members of the ootp (even snape)[had him not kill dumbledore, lucius did it], they rushed out to meet us and where shocked at draco being there.
even more so when he keeled over, a dagger in his chest