It's 13th December. Every one was excited for Christmas. Even I can't help but feel quite pleased as I would be staying at Hogwarts. I knew only a handful of students who chose to stay which means that I could execute my plan without anyone disturbing me. I was brewing a complex potion that will slowly kill anyone who consumed it. I knew that it was quite easy to trace the potion back to me as it required my blood. Every night I would slip to the Room of Requirement to work on it. Tonight was no different.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw no one there.
"Malfoy," I heard someone whisper. I recognised that voice anywhere. I knew that it was Harry Potter but I couldn't see him anywhere. I heard him chuckle before seeing his head floating right beside me. I thought I finally lost my sanity.
"Relax, it's just an invisiblity cloak," he murmured. I turned to walk away from him but he suddenly casted a silent Petrificus Totalus on me. I thought he was finally going to make me pay for doing all the nasty shit I've done to him. I was terrified. If I didn't continue on my potion tonight, it will totally be ruined and render all my previous efforts useless. I tried to resist the curse but it was useless. I heard him whisper something before the surroundings started becoming blurry. The last thing I saw was aquamarine sparks before everything faded out to black.
Voldemort was casting the Cruciatus on Mother. I tried to yell at him to stop but I couldn't open my mouth. To my horror, I realised that my mouth was sewn shut. He was making eye contact with me the whole time while Mother writhed in pain. Tears streamed freely down my face and I was desperate to stop him. I saw Bellatrix cackling in the corner before she advanced upon me. I was bound and couldn't move an inch. She was coming closer and closer.
"Imperio!" she screamed, pointing her wand at me. The magical ropes bounding me suddenly disappeared but I still couldn't move. The stitches on my mouth vanished. I tried to run towards Mother but couldn't move my feet. A dagger appeared in my head and a voice in my head was urging me to throw it at her. I couldn't fight it at all. I threw the dagger in her direction and it went straight to her stomach. I felt as if I was the one stabbed. All I could hear was Mother's screams and Bellatrix's cackles. Father appeared out of nowhere and was looking at me with eyes shining with pride. However, he saw my tears and curled his lip in disgust before he slapped me in the face.
"MALFOY, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I heard Potter roar. I opened my eyes and realise that he was the one who slapped me, not Father. I was suddenly aware that I was bound to a bed in an unfamiliar room. I tried to resist the ropes bounding me but couldn't. The ropes started to cut my wrists and made it painful to continue. I started to scream hysterically, not caring that he was looking at me funny. After a few minutes, I finally gave up and fell silent. I was ashamed that Potter saw me in my weakest moment without my Malfoy mask. He was still looking at me intently, as if I was a fascinating piece of art in a museum. He then turned and walked out of the room, leaving me stuck to the bed without anything to fend for myself. He returned with a vial of purple liquid, which I recognised as Dreamless Sleep potion. Even though I tried my best to resist, he managed to force the potion down my throat. The last thing I saw was his green eyes before everything faded out to black, again.