Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, JK Rowling's.
~Draco~
My father never did believe me when I told him I didn't want to become one of them. Just to make him proud, I regretted it the moment they burned the Mark on my arm. This mirror can see what my father obviously never will. There, my father isn't a Death Eater, and my mother, she's happy again, just like before this all started, before the war... For once, not Harry Potter, I'm the best at something and they all know it, my father knows it. For once I've done something right and over there, that's finally enough for everyone.
Author's Note: This will be the last in this series of drabble and I just want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing, hope you liked it.