AN: Yet another under-developed character who I think deserves a little more credit than he gets…
Draco didn't regret taking the Dark Mark.
His father had always spoken fondly of the times when the Dark Lord reigned, of the freedom purebloods had enjoyed and the power that had been theirs for the taking. When the Dark Lord had offered him the honor, the chance to make up for his father's failings, Draco had willingly jumped at the chance.
And when he was assigned a mission of his own, an opportunity to prove his worth, Draco felt a surge of pride that he could finally do something to better the world for wizarding kind.
But now… now Bellatrix Lestrange is blasting the windows of Hogwarts and running down the tables where he and his classmates ate their meals. Fenrir Grayback is smiling grimly as someone's blood drips down his chin, and the faint echo of screams and spellfire sounds in the hallways of Hogwarts. Hogwarts, the one place that always seemed safe and separate from the rest of the world.
Draco turns around to look back, and sees a dark shape huddled at the base of the astronomy tower. A scream of grief echoes across the grounds, and the dark mark glitters in the air over the castle. Bellatrix is shrieking with glee as she randomly destroys anything in her path, and Snape's eyes have never looked so cold. And with a sudden chill, Draco realizes:
This isn't what he wanted.