Blackout
Disclaimer: Seriously, if I owned anything, Tom Felton would currently be tied up in my basement forbidden to leave… It is at this point I fear I have divulged too much.
This fate was forced upon him. It was not something he wanted.
Draco Malfoy didn't care for Voldemort any more than Potter did. In fact, he'd hoped that Potter would have killed the bastard before his father forced him to join the Death Eater ranks and the whole world went insane.
Nice going there Potter.
How was he, a mere child expected to take down Albus Dumbledore: The most powerful wizard since Merlin himself? It was a ridiculous notion.
Everyone who knew about this plan knew that unless the deed was complete, death was on the cards for the Malfoy's.
Perhaps that had been Voldemort's plan all along; to have the Malfoy line erased. Surely it would be a lot simpler than to deal with the shame of a Death Eater in disgrace?
This was the only chance Draco had of protecting his family, but more importantly his mother, whom he adored more than anyone else. He had to save her.
Who was he kidding? Even after the cursed necklace and the poisoned mead the old coot was still alive. Snape was hassling him at ever corner and Potter was beginning to become suspicious. As if that was what he needed: The Golden Boy coming in and saving the day, inadvertently earning his family an immediate death sentence.
Now there was always a sense of desperation, he needed another idea, and another, and another. Everything was piling up around him.
He also had to fix that damned vanishing cabinet. Everything was piling up around him. It was literally one thing after another. Draco felt as though he was breaking in half, as if he were drowning in all of the plans and ideas that were not even worth wasting time dwelling upon.
Draco didn't want to die. He wanted to live a long life, have a wife and children, that would never be possible if the Dark Lord succeeded. He would be stuck in his own personal hell, left crying in the bathroom like he did nearly every night.
He wanted to be taken away from it all, to some place where Voldemort never existed and he had a normal family…
Don't fool yourself kid. You haven't got a chance.
Okay, so this obviously in Draco's sixth year, and I think this fic would take place whilst he was in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. This is quite a dark chapter, but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed it.
