"One of us now."
Draco opened his eyes and tried to blink the tears away. The pain was excruciating. Nauseating. It was his Aunt Bella who spoke, looking down on him with pride. But his mother …
His mum looked ill, like she might pass out along with him. Her knuckles were paler than her ivory skin as she gripped the chair back. Draco watched as her eyes darted to the man next to him, her mouth moving silently.
"Well done, Draco," Snape said. He put a hand on his back as Draco stood, steadying him. His eyes looked dead.