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My feet pounded on loose leaves. I ran through the maze of wood, thinking of mother, her soft voice, her gentle touch, the fire within burned ferociously. Tears stung my eyes as the wind whipped past me, capturing the little drops of water. I could see glimpses of the winged boar-topped gates through the thicket of trees and I spurred myself on, legs working, heart pounding. As the trees began to thin and the ground became smooth and worn, I could see a tiny figure shadowed in the vastness of the gates.

Flitwick gave a squeaky cry of "Mr Malfoy! I'm so relived to -" before he fell to the floor, my stunning spell hitting him square in the chest.

Blasting the gates wide open, I sprinted through to the land beyond, unable to halt the sob that ripped my chest. I spun on the spot, my thoughts on the Manor, and the air around me tightened, pulling me into the compressing darkness.

My feet slammed into the hard floor of the drawing room and my knees buckled. Sucking in a great breath, I jumped up, trying to shepherd my thoughts into a coherent stream. I knew where he was. The ministry may have searched the manor, but they had never lived here.

I sprinted to the fireplace, kneeling down on the hearth.

"Mudblood." I whispered.

The fireplace whirled and the air around me cooled dramatically. Icy tendrils in the dark recesses of the room caressed my skin and goose bumps erupted, crawling from the nape of my neck to the tips of my toes. My hairs stood on end. The stone chamber was all too familiar. Here was the place where father taught me all of my pure history. The place I had learnt my family tree. The place where I been taught all that was bad, all that was wrong with me.

I heard a shuffling of feet in the connecting chamber, followed by incoherent muttering. My fists clenched, my heart pumping the poisonous anger through my veins. Hot fire licked my insides.

This is it

A muffled thud sounded as each foot hit the stone flooring. My legs felt disconnected, I was moving towards the room, but they were working without conscious thought.

Up, down, up down.

My feet rose and fell back to earth as I stumbled towards him.

Lucius.

A voice, in the recess of my deranged mind, screamed at me to stop, to turn back. The inner trills reminded me somehow of Hermione. Just as I began to listen, the fire engulfed the voice, squashing the resistance.

The light ahead was looming ever closer. I would be upon him within seconds.

Boom. Boom.

My heart beat in my ears.

I stepped into the icy chamber.

"Lucius." The word fell softly from my sallow lips.

He spun towards me, framed in darkness, spittle flying from his mouth.

"Dr- Draco." He spluttered.

I raised my wand with a steady hand, its tip pointed directly at his heart.

"How- How could you?" The question I had been supressing involuntarily escaped, tumbling into the silence.

"She disobeyed me," he whispered. "I told her to pour me a drink, but she wouldn't. I screamed at her, I hit her, I tortured her, but she wouldn't do it." His hands fiddled incessantly and his eyes twitched. "She said I drink too much and… and she slapped me. The vile bitch slapped me- Lucius Malfoy," he jabbed a grimy finger to his chest, disbelieving, "and then…" His eyes defocused, I could see him replaying the scene in his mind. "I killed her." A demonic grin split his unshaven, ragged face.

"I KILLED THE BITCH!" He screamed.

I was blinded by the tears streaming from my eyes. I felt the revulsion, the loathing, the disgust boil in my stomach until suddenly, it was too much.

The fire spewed from my mouth morphing into words, heating the room. "NEVER CALL HER THAT. DON'T YOU DARE EVEN SPEAK HER NAME! YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO HER, NOTHING! YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE SCUM ON HER SHOE. YOU NEVER LOVED HER." I choked, "I loved her." The last words came as a whisper, barely penetrating the sudden silence of the room.

Lucius's face was contorted with rage. The manic grin was gone and his teeth were bared, primitively. A guttural growl rumbled from his chest and his shoulders rose, defensively.

The attack was imminent. His wand was raised.

I tried to speak, to utter the words I so desperately sought, but they refused to come.

'Avada Kadavra' I thought furiously, but still I stood rigid.

"Crucio!" Lucius's cry was thunderous.

My knees buckled and I collapsed, hitting the stone floor with a loud crack. Writhing and twitching, my body convulsed, limbs jerking uncontrollably. My insides were burning, my bones coated with molten lava. My eyes felt as though they were held in a socket of flames and I tore at them, wanting to rip them away. The agony pitched and my screams heightened. My skin was boiling, bubbling with the lava coursing through my veins, into my very heart.

Nothing before had ever felt as excruciating as that moment.

The spell lifted, the relief instantaneous. My bones cooled, my eyes bearable again. The blood was still pumping through my body but it had lost its heat. I was left, trembling uncontrollably, curled on the stone floor.

"Not as strong your word boy?" My father taunted. This was a joke to him, I held no meaning.

Shakily, I unravelled from my tight ball. My legs felt like frog spawn as I stood, sweaty and weak, before my they gave way and I stumbled into the wall behind me. Propping myself up against the abrasive surface, I faced Lucius. I was too weak to raise my wand as he approached, tottering like a madman.

"You are no son of mine." He spat at my feet.

"You're weak. Like her, your mother. Both as weak as those filthy mudbloods who parade around our world. They are nothing. NOBODIES!" His screech resounded in my teeming mind. "And you," he continued, "are just like them, nobody. Worth nothing to no one."

At that moment, many things happened at once.

I heard a grinding sound from the connecting room, like stone against stone, and lunged towards Lucius, grappling at his throat. He scrambled away, trying to escape, and managed to angle his wand towards me.

"SECTUM SEMPRA!" he shrieked.

I felt my torso opening, an invisible sword slicing deeply into my stomach. The tight grip I held on Lucius slackened and I fell to the floor, clutching helplessly at the scarlet stain blossoming across my shirt.

Lucius's manic laughter rang in my ears as the stone room dimmed. Glossy crimson coated my hands, spilling onto the stone beneath me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I blinked, trying to clear the shadows creeping into my vision. No matter how many times I opened and closed my eyes, the blackness refused to vacate, slinking further into my mind.

Was I ever really going to kill him? The doubt stabbed at my flailing mind.

My feeble clutch on reality was slipping, my thoughts as dark and murky as the Black Lake.

Vaguely I heard a scuffling of many feet and the murmuring of voices.

"Draco!" My ears caught the shrill cry and latched on. Familiarity enveloped my fading thoughts and an inexplicable warmth filled my senses.

As I felt myself ebbing away, I glimpsed a mane of bushy hair and a flash of green light. Then, all was nothing.