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Thanks goes to Waterfall for beta-reading.
The doomed
The prisoner looked up as his cell opened. "Draco."
"Father."
They looked at each other, two versions of the same picture.
"How is your mother taking it?"
"Not well." He paused. "She's staying with Grandmother at the moment."
"Oh." They stared at each other. "How are you, then?"
"I'm okay. Guess I picked the right side."
A wry smile. "I guess so."
Draco stood up. "I have to go."
A slight hesitation. "Draco?" Draco turned around, looked at his father.
"Yes?"
"I'm proud of you."
"…Thank you. Goodbye, father." He walked away.
A knife glinted on the floor.