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Authors note: I asked my sister, and she thinks I should do Malfoy next.
Chapter 6: This isn't what I want
Malfoy sat in Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore still on the ground. He felt something whip by him, and turned in time to see Harry fly down the stairs.
You know, I've never liked him anyway. He always had it in for me. And he was always playing favorites to Potter and his mudblood and blood traitor friends. He had it coming; he was foolish.
Even as he tried to reason with himself, to find an explanation for why the old man had deserved to die, he knew deep in his heart that he didn't.
Yes, he did deserve it. It was coming and he knew it. He was weak. As the Dark Lord says, there is no good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it, and Dumbledore was weak and had to die. If the herd has to be thinned, then so be it.
Even as he thought these things, he knew they weren't true. Tears ran swiftly down his slightly flushed cheeks. He saw that Dumbledore's glasses were askew. He crawled over slowly and righted them. He noticed that though the sparkle was gone from his eyes, they showed no hate or anger, just love and forgiveness. He could not help but weep as he thought of the kind headmaster who he had just witnessed die, and could not help but think about what lay ahead.
I know I will have to join the Death Eaters. It should be a wonderful opportunity to please my father, as he has always been disappointed with me. I should be happy to finally be able to serve my lord.
He thought about all the murders that had occurred since the Dark Lord's return. He thought about the reports his father brought home, how triumphant he seemed every time a family of muggles were killed. He reflected on how his father had told him happily about how he and his friends had gone and killed witches and wizards who had married muggles. He felt sickened as one particular memory surfaced in his mind: his father had brought home a small human skull, and when Draco had asked him, he had been told that it was a muggle babies skull, which had been take and cleaned by his father and was going to be put on display, like a trophy.
If I join the death eaters, I'll have to kill innocent people. I'll be forced to torture people based on their parentage or beliefs, and kill wizard babies of muggle born parents. This is what I've been brought up to do; this is what I should want.
But I don't want to see another person die; I don't want to hear another person plead for their life. I don't want to be responsible for torturing babies.
This isn't what I want.
Authors Note: Thanks to my sister for editing and revising this. Please review.