Draco Malfoy
A/N: Not completly happy with this one - he just wouldn't behave how I wanted him to!
I can do it! I can!
I thought that is would be like being in the Inquisitor's Squad last year, but it is infinitely worse. You can't hide; the Mark makes sure of that. And the pain when he marks you as his!
Why didn't I listen to Mother when she tried to stop me? But I was determined to follow Father's plan for me, like Aunt Bellatrix told me. I didn't know then that my Aunt doesn't care about anyone but the Dark Lord, and she will do or say anything to further his plans.
And by the time I realised this, I'd been marked and given my task. Why I boasted that I could easily get my fellow-Death Eaters into Hogwarts, past all the wards that Dumbledore set, I can't remember. A need to avenge our family's name after the mess Father had made with Potter at the Department of Mysteries?
I push through the door at the top of the tower, wand-arm outstretched. My quarry is leaning against the parapet, looking weak and not really seeing me.
"Expelliarmus!" A shout more in hope than anything, but the small piece of wood goes flying over the edge and into the darkness.
A feeling of cold horror creeps down my spine. After all my attempts, all my plans, all my boasts, Dumbledore is at my mercy.
And I can't do it.
He's talking to me and I'm answering, but all I can concentrate on in my wavering wand. He's an old, broken man, and I don't understand why the Dark Lord is so afraid of him. He's telling me that Snape is on his side, and I yell back that he's a double-agent, always loyal to the Dark Lord.
He doesn't believe me, and it will be the death of him.
Make a decision! Make it, and take my Father's place at the Dark Lord's right hand.
But I hesitate too long, and the decision is taken from me.