So obviously everything belongs to Jk Rowling. This chapter is about Draco Malfoy. Please review, anyone got any character suggestions?

I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm standing here, on top of the astronomy tower, with my wand pointing at Dumbledore. I have to kill him. Otherwise the dark lord will kill my parents. I have to protect my mother.

I feel my arm shake a little. Avada kedavra. How hard would it be to say those two words? Those two words that will save my family. I never wanted to kill someone. But I have to choose.

Avada kedavra. I should say it. But. But I never wanted this. I never had a choice. I followed the only path available, and this is where I've got. The path that was supposed to help my family, led us to my father in Azkaban, and my mother in danger if I don't kill Dumbledore.

I was born in 1980. My parents, Lucius and Narcissa, loved me. I was home-educated, as is the norm in Wizarding family's, until I was of Hogwarts age. As a child, I was friends with Pansy Parkinson, and Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe.

I offered to be friends with Harry. How different would my life be now if Harry had accepted? A lot I imagine. I probably wouldn't be here. But no. I offered my friendship, and he snubbed me.

He started bullying me. I mean sure, we bullied back, but it's never fair at Hogwarts. Snape is the only teacher who will take a slytherins side. All the others think we are lying, and punish us. In the second year, muggle borns started being petrified.

I kept up a face of bravado, pretending it was all just a joke. When I said I hoped it was Hermione who got killed, I meant it, but for a different reason. See, if a student died, Dumbledore would have to send us all home. Then I, and my friends, would be safe. And Hermione wasn't very nice to me.

In third year our teacher turned out to be a werewolf. That's the thing with Dumbledore, hell help anyone, dark creature or not, as long as there a Gryffindork. Werewolves are soldiers. They are dumb half breeds, but they crave human flesh, which makes them dangerous soldiers.

Fourth year. And bloody hell Potter. I never thought I'd have to support a hufflepuff. But potter was just being his usual, vain, arrogant self. I went with Pansy to the yule ball. She's a lesbian, but we are friends, and she doesn't want everyone to know, and I didn't have a date.

Fifth year. And umbitch. I never thought that we could actually have a worse teacher than that coward with nice hair, or the half breed. Turns out, umbitch was a lot worse. She did favor slytherins. But she was so bloody pink. And hem hem. I hated her.

I joined the inquisitorial squad as a joke. A bit of fun. I still hated the pink toad, but I could dock points and give detentions. Then, everything went wrong.

My father was arrested. He was found in the ministry, and sent to Azkaban without trial. Suddenly, no one liked me. Slughorn didn't let me join the slugclub, which was mildly insulting. And the dark lord began threatening my mother.

I tried to slip poison in mead for dumbledore. That failed. I tried to imperise Madame rosmerta, and give her a necklace, to give to Katie to give to Dumbledore. That failed. They where, in truth, a child's attempt.

Snape kept trying to help me. But the dark lord said tell no one or he'd kill my mother. So I had to turn down his offers of help.

And now here I am. I can't do this. I am not a murderer. I feel my wand arm shaking. I can't kill him. He's offering me and mother protection. Do I accept? I don't know. I lower my arm slightly. I can smell Greyback, a foul mixture of blood, sweat and filth.

The smell is making me nauseous. What do I do? Do I have any option but to kill Dumbledore? No. I don't.