"Crucio" you say, and you feel the magic rising inside you, you feel the power. Potter didn't though that you would be able but you are. You are powerfull and he isn't, he is weak he is at your mercy.
It's easier than you thought. You can feel the magic running down your arm, out of your palm and into your trustworthy wand. It feels warm and it feels nice and familiar like the family magic of the Malfoys, the magic that flows in your veins and the ones of your father. Your father, the one who is in Azkaban, you feel the anger rising inside you, it's all his fault. It's all Potter fault.
You see him in the floor of the bathroom, just you and him, and it feels so great seeing Potter trashing in floor. You can almost feel the pain he must be feeling, he deserves it you think. He deserves to sufer so much, he has to paid for all those times that he had humiliate you, for all those times that everuone looked at him as if he was the best, the better of both, all those times that people saw you as lesser.
You feel the anger that you feel in those moments rising inside you, fueling the curse, making it stronger. You feel the anger leaves you, a pleasant feeling of calm replacing it. It feels even better than before and you understand your parents saying how amazing is dark magic, you have never understand people that is against dark magic. How could they think that something that feels so great is evil, you ask yourself.
You are at the top of the world right now, so powerful and Potter, the Griffindor Golden Boy, the Boy-who-lived is at your mercy, powerless at your feet. You stop the spell, Potter is still on the floor catching his breath. You walk closer to him, wanting to be closer before casting again, you want to see the pain in his eyes when you cast. He is trying to reach for his wand that at some point has rollled out of his reach, but he is in pain and you reach it first. You grave it from the ground, you tuck your own want in your holster, you hold the wand with both hands now and in a single movement it breaks.
You look him in the eyes, seeing his wand now broken in your hands. You throw it at the floor and see his eyes looking at the broken pieces of wood in front of him. He can't do anything now, he is helpless and he knows it. You feel so superior now, like it's right the halfblood shouldn't be better than a pureblood. You bask in the moment and cast the curse again "Crucio" and Potter is again trashing.
In that moment it's just you and him, you at the top and he trashing in the ground from the pain, as it has to be. His eyes are closed and you feel anger that you can see his eyes, you wanted to see the pain in his eyes, and you are furious. The curse sings with the anger and soon the calm fills you, your aunt has teach you well and you know it. Potter doesn't scream but it's just a matter of time, he trash with eyes closed and he is biting his lip and diging his nails in his palms. It's just you and him, and you hear a scream but his mouth is still closed, you look around and you see the ghost of a girl, it's her. You stop the curse and dissilusion yourself and you run to your room.
It has feelt so nice, that will you write home telling the story you still feel it, and you can't wait until you can do it again. That night in you dream of that moment and your magic is just as eager as you are to do it again because you want to feel that way all your life. It that moment you feel that you could do anything, that you could kill the one that the Dark Lord hadn't be able to, that you will suceed where others had fail. Nad you wonder for a moment if the killing curse woukd feel that great, if it would feel like the Cruciatus. And you understand why your Aunt Bellatrix had speak so high of the curse.
The next morning there was an air of incertity in the Great Hall, even the sky was filled with stormy cloud. Whispers were flying around you between the students, low voices carring the rumor of an attack within the walls of the school. The Slytherins with a hopefull tone, the Dark Lord was cleaning the school of those not worthy of been here. The other houses the voices were fifferent, scared tones and people glazing arround them looking for an attack to happen. He could see some of the mudbloods even with wands out in there hands as if that would protect them, fools all of them, that could stop him if he wanted.
Dumbledore got up from his trone, all eyes looking at him with, but not his and nor his housemates. People was hoping for the headmaster to dismish the rumors, to say that it was not true and that noone had been attack, but it wasn't. The tone of the discurs was grave, someone had been attacked, the victim was in the infirmery and the culprit had run away. The headmaster was asking for cooperation, you can see from the corner of your eyes his eyes looking at each of the students, as if looking in their souls for answers. But you are clever and all of those that follow your Lord too, you don't let him look into your eyes, using legeremancy with you, you are not stupid.
You recived a letter a couple of days latter full of praise from your aunt and the Dark Lord, you would be recompensated and your family is proud. You are encouraged to do the same with mudbloods and blood traidors and you would be happy to do so, you are eager to feel that great again. Your mother tells you to be cautioned, to plan and think ahead, don't be caught my dear dragon she say, she is always the one that looks for the family. You sends her another letter, you would be carefull and save and you are working in the Dark Lord mission too.
Potter doesn't appear in the Great Hall until a weeks latter, and he stills look pale and shaky. The rumors of the attack have take form and now everyone knows what happen, Potter had been attacked by an unknow attacker with the cruciatus curse and his wand broken. Severus had call you into his office the day after the attack, he had found Potter first and obliviated who attacked him and exorciced the ghost, he told you to be more carefull next time.
You still work on the wardrove but you take more precations now, you had brew polijuice and use it before going to the Room of Requirements and you disilusionated yourself too. The work is almost finished it will be ready for the end of term. You plan your next objetive two weeks have passed from the attack of Potter, mudbloods still look over their shoulders but not so much as before. The school is more calm thinking that yhe attacker had run away from the school, but they know nothing. Your next victim is a first year Hufflepuff a mudblood girl, you take the form of the five year Ravenclaw boy prefect a halfblood from a lesser family.
You atrack him from behind, he doesn't see you, disilusionated and with the face of a Slytherin forth year whose family works for the Dark Lord. It's easy, soo easy that you think that he deserves what is going to happen with him if you can defend yourself from such an attack you don't deserve to be a wizard. He is incapacitated and will finish him later, you take his wand and some hair, a couple of minutes later there is two of the same in the room where you had hide his body. You ward the door and go to find you victim, it's easy she is with some friends close enjoying the warm and sunny day, all traidors and mudbloods, and you note their names for later while you wait for your chance. The group enter.
It's even easier to cast the curse thia time, it makes you feel powerfull and superior as it should been. The mudblood doesn't keep quiet under the spell and soon her screams fill the bathroom, the same bathroom where you used with Potter. The screams are music for your ears, the most beautiful sound that you have ever hear. The calm sensation the beautiful sounds coming from the girl, it feels great. You stop the curse and cast it again and again, the screams fading into something else the raicionality disapearing for the mudblood. Soon enough she is just shaking in the ground not a sound excaping from her and you stop, it's more satisfying if you heard her screams. You practice some other spells in her, why waste such a useful target. When you are done you dispell the charms put so you wouldn't be interrupted, you check the corridor and gonto find the other victim.
The other boy is still when you left him, bound and unconcious. You wake him up and point his wand at him, you curse him too and use the cruciatus with him too. This time you don't let the victim alive and use the same curse that Potter tried to use with him.
There is another annoncement that same night, another had been attacked an the culprit had run away again. The tone is somber and the students are scared and the headmaster ask again for any information looking over the students. That night rumors fly about who is the victim and in the Slytherin common room a seven year gathers the students, the head of house is going to give a discurse of his own after curfew. Severus came to the room, robe blowing behind him, he doesn't look for culprits, he is one of their own, he tells to act with caution and not get caught and to cover one another. He leaves after saying the name of the victim, the room soon fills with an air of festivity, one mudblood less. They party till late.
For the next weeks the number of attacks on mudbloods and traidors incrmement not all of his making. He sends letters home and informs that the wardrove is fully working and he is waiting for instructions. The attack will be soon, and he is ready. The adicting feeling of the cruciatus curse is almost all the time in his body now and it makes him feel like nothing could stop him.
The day is here this night the Daeth Eaters would storm the castle and you woild kill Dumbledore, that evenning you gather those that you trust and the ones that you know are marked. You tell them to be desilusioned at the seventh floor that same night after curtfew and under disilusion charm and to destroy everyone that is against their cause.
The air blowing in the tower is cold and your hand shakes slightly in anticipation, Dubledore is without a wand. Severus came into the tower and you cast the spell. It feels diferent its cold and you can almost heard the wishpers of long death relatives, like they are cheering for you. The green light conects with the headmaster and he falls like a puppet with his strings cut and goes down the tower into the courtward down under. Severus puts a hand in your shoulder and guides you out of the castle. You have make it, you have susceed and the magic of the curse that you have just casted is still vibrating inside you.
You reach the manoor the cheers and screams of joy can be heard all around you, those that hadn't been able to go to Hogwarts due to other duties are throwing and improntu party. Dumbledore is death and some Death Eaters have been able o injure or kill members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Dumbledore army. All is well and their cause is strong, soon the control of the ministry will be ours and the world will finally be as it should be. You are wellcome be your mother who hugs you and tell you how proud she is, you aunt is behind her and you know that even if she doesn't show it she is proud of you too.
Severus scorts you to the throne room where He is seated. The mission has been a great susceed and you will be recompensated when the Dark Lord takes control there are promises of great riches and power.
That night as you lay in your bed as you remember the moment when you kill Dumbledore something inside you stirs. The part of the killing curse that had mark your very soul is there to guide you in the future to help you get rid of those unworthy. It's a cold guide so diferent from what you feel using the cruciatus but you think that is useful too, you where almost able to hear your ancestors cheering for you and giving advice. The calm that brings the use of the calming curse fills you even if you haven't used in days, the feeling when you cast it and in your mind the echoes of the screams of your victims it makes you feel warm. You think that it's a good combination a cold and guiding voice and a warm and calm feeling of power.
That moment you feel invincible, like nothing could stop you.
It doesn't take long until you get your first recompense, your father is out of Azkaban, Lord Malfoy is back to action. Soon you star learning the family spells, those that you have been eager to learn since you where a small kid. The spells that you couldn't learn until you where seventeen and your magic stable enough to learn that kind of magic. Curse after curse is learn and practice, mudblood and muggles captured are used as targets tortured and killed. The magic of the family is easy to learn is in your blood and feels like a hug from your mother, nice and safe. And you are given more missions to kill muggles and mudbloods and you do it with pleasure, now you can hear the voices of your ancestors clear when you cas the killing curse. They have told you of lost in the history spells and curses, each time they say a different spell and now you know more that even your father.
it's a shame that you weren't there when Potter and the mudblood and the weasel where in your mansion, but you know that you would got your oportunity to curse them in the future.
You are there in the outskirt of Hogwarts so close to the Dark Lord imposing figure, next to your aunt Bellatrix you are now one of the most trusted men for the Dark Lord.
And the battle is brutal, there are corpses lingering in the halls not long after the start of the battle. You sent curses right and left, people falling at your feets, but you hadn't cast an unforgivable yet you are reserving those for the important individuals, the ones at the top of your list. You don't care if they are death or not, none of them with survive the battle you are sure that some other Death Eater will end them. Obscured curses fly from your wand, the movements familiar, the words don't even leave your lips.
You found one of your objetives, the beast that had married your halfbood daughter of the traidor woman that is your not named other aunt. You have save a curse specialy for him, it's one of your great-great-great-grandfather favourite if you could believe the voice of the long deacesed man. A silver ray of light shots out of your wand, you could see how it takes the shape of an arrow as it impats them beast from behind, in that instant a docen of silvery arrows sprout from the inside of the beast. Remus Lupin is dead even before he hits the floor.
The Dark Lord calls for a halt of the battle and gives Potter and ultimatum, come and die and they would spare the rest.
The idiot appears in the clear of the forest he come to die with a determined face, he is brave but stupid, his sacrifice would just make the rest die quicklier but they will die.
The triunfant walk to the castle is glorious and you greatly enjoy hearing the halfgiant cry carring Potter in his arms.
It gets even better seen the faces of the Order and the DA and the other defenders of the castle, and the weaselette screams are the best sound that he had ever hear.
Some of them are still rebelious and are looking to fight, it's useless because they have already lost. The squib Longbottom is the first and soon the rest are cheering form him. The battle reasumes.
There are screams of joy in the Great Hall and you turn to see your aunt Bellatrix falls over cast by the redhead mother bloodtraidor. It's enough to take you out of the batttle, a mudblood hitting you with a petrificus, a first year spell, the same one than you wanted to kill, that was almost at the top of your list. You see from the ground, incapacitated how Potter somehow is alive a defeats the Dark Lord.
You have lost, your glorious cause defeated. You had won and in a moment the battle and the war turned arround, and now they are the winners. You are tied even more, but the pink haired auror, your mudblood and traidor or a cousing leaves you concious. You see the celebrations, they might have lost people but they have win the war, the sacrificies haven't been in vain.
That same afternoon you are take to a cell somewhere and you are kept there for an unknown time. You are given food and clothes and it wouldn't be bad if it wasn't because he was trapped and couldn't escape. And you learn of all the loses from your side, all the deaths, your father and Severus amongs them.
You are taken to the ministry after sometime, to a courtroom and you now that it's the end for you, all the riches and the power that you had and all that he almost achieve and now it's over. You varely lisent to the list of crimes, you are given veritaserum and the list grows even more. You know that you are going to be found gilty, there is no denying.
He is found gilty he will be thrown through the arch of death that same evening. It's over he doesn't even fight why would he do it if there is no escape. The chamber of the arch is full people, there is a great expectation her mother is there carefully watched over by the aurors she will be sent some time to Azkaban for collatoration but she wouldn't be executed bia the veil because she hadn't gotten her hand dirty with blood, she hadn't tortured or killed people.
It's the father of that girl that you tortured after Potter that have the honor, you can see the same eyes that a little over a year ago you saw losing the light of life as you tortured. The veil is close now, you can feel the cold, the wishpers of the death. You can see the pained eyes of your mother and her the voices from the veil, the same that not so long ago were cheering you and giving congratulations with every death and giving you advice for the next one. There are now saying how disapointed they are, how you are not a Malfoy, because Malfoys don't get caught.
The death is quick one second you are in the arc chamber and the next you are not.