Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.

Draco set the note down. He couldn't finish it. Didn't have the heart to say it…

Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.

Narcissa Malfoy walked in, "Draco? What is that you've got there?" She pointed towards the bags next to him, "Where do you think you're going?"

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

"Mother, I can't stay… I can't do this anymore. I'm not the Lord's puppet. I can't fight for what he wants."

"Draco, come now, you're talking nonsense," she quickly looked back hoping the Dark Lord could not hear Draco's words, wouldn't sense the weakness surrounding them, "We must do as he says, our loyalty lies with Lord Voldemort."

Draco turned his head away.

"Draco, you can't be serious, after everything your father has given up to prove his loyalty, you're going to jeopardize it for your own selfishness?" She shook her head, "What about the greatness our family will have once we defeat The Boy Who Lived? What about the honor our family will have once we prove to the Dark Lord that we were always by his side?"

Draco sighed, "I don't believe in his cause. I think he's liar. I think he's cruel. I think his "cause" is worthless. I think you're all fools for following him. I want to join the fight against him, mother, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Malfoy remained silent for a moment, then said softly, but with vindictiveness, "If you go, he will not spare you." Draco nodded.

"And if you do live, you will come running back to me and your father."

Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.

Draco thought this over. The disgrace that would come to him if his attempt at being good failed.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could have been a better son.

The consequences…

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.

She said: "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.

Draco shook his head, "Goodbye, mother."

She did not say anything, as he left.

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.

2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

Seven years ago

And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song

"Now remember Draco, no matter what house your in, or the choices you make at Hogwarts, I know they will be the right choices," she said to her son, "And I will always stand by you."

But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.

Present

Draco shut his eyes at the memory. His mother wouldn't stand by him. Did she forget, or had she lied? It didn't matter, she wouldn't stand with him.

We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.

We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.