The Leaving Song Pt. 2
"Break down and cease all feeling. Burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and take my heart away. I left it all behind and never said goodbye."
They were all surrounded by fire, which they had caused.
Smoke arose and stained the black sky. The only light that shown for miles came from the red flames engulfing the house behind where Draco stood.
The screams he heard just moments before had seemed to linger in his ears no matter how hard he tried to shake the sound from his head.
He began to think they would be there for the rest of the night for he thought he wouldn't make it to see the sun rise.
The fire behind them seemed to grow by the second and soon they would be consumed by the red flames, unless they got out now.
4 Years and 11 Months Before.
It has been exactly one month after Draco had become an official Death Eater.
The only thing he has had to do was go to various meetings to plan strategies.
His father had been called out more than once through that time, but he was told to stay behind and stay at the Manor.
But this time was different. His left arm stung and he went to go find his father to await his orders.
For the first time his father told him to go with him to meet Voldemort along with the other Death Eaters.
Draco was ecstatic but scared out of his mind at the same time. His first mission alongside his father.
If he only knew what they had to do, he would have rather stayed behind.
After having the small meeting, they agreed on the house and left.
Draco apparated in front of a strange house and stood there for a few seconds.
About four more popping noises came from behind him as more Death Eaters joined him.
He turned around as his black robes billowed out behind him.
"Draco, lead the way." One of the Death Eaters said.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, which he figured to be his father.
He took a deep breath and went into the foreign home.
He burst open the door but found he couldn't go on.
Three of the Death Eaters pushed passed him to get fully inside the house.
His father stayed behind Draco and waited patiently for him to move.
"Draco, don't fail now. This is only your first excursion. There are many more to come. Get used to it."
Get used to it.
Draco's stomach churned at the thought. Get used to what? Breaking into people's homes and killing them?
He slowly walked forward but said nothing.
After a few seconds, screams were heard from upstairs, followed by laughter.
"The others were impatient. This was supposed to be yours. You got lucky this time but you won't be at the next." Lucius said as he turned around to leave.
Draco seemed frozen to the spot. People died in the house they were in, all because of him.
He turned around fast and walked out of the house.
The Death Eaters came pacing out of the house yelling different things to each other. Draco could hardly understand any of them but he caught an occasional "Filthy Mudbloods", "Deserve to die", and "Good job".
He was about to apparate back to the Malfoy Manor when one of them called to him.
"Oi! Boy! Burn the house down! Why keep their house up if it won't have any purpose now?" One of them shouted to him.
"Yes Draco. Since you didn't kill them, at least burn their house down." Lucius said in a very monotone voice.
It was hard to decipher whether he was simply annoyed, or if he meant it.
Draco turned around to face the house. His chest became tight as he lifted up his wand.
He tried to clear his mind and not think about it.
The house was empty. There's no need to keep anything there now.
He muttered a few words and flames shot out of his wand. The house instantly caught on fire and was up in flames in less than ten seconds.
The flames burned his eyes but he couldn't look away.
He knew what it meant to be a Death Eater, and he thought he could handle it. But he was wrong.
He knew what his father did and if he did it, Draco could do it too. That's what he always thought, and he wanted to follow in his footsteps.
He never knew it could be this hard.
He quickly apparated back to the Manor and went into one of the many rooms and just stood there.
Just a month ago, one little month, he was happy. It seemed so long ago.
He used to be free. But now he felt trapped.
He felt scared all the time.
He was always worried that he would feel that sharp pain in his left arm.
His mother walked in and linked her fingers in his.
Draco had been so lost in thought, he wasn't aware she was there until she spoke.
"Draco dear, is everything alright?"
Silence.
"Mum…" Draco started.
"Yes?"
"Do you know what it's like to feel unwanted and scared all the time?"
Silence filled the room once again.
She didn't answer for she knew she didn't have the right answer.
She let his words echo off the walls.
"My life before…I left it all behind and never said goodbye. I'm not ready to go on yet."
She took his hand and gave it a small kiss. She dropped his hand but looked into his eyes before leaving, almost to try and comfort him.
He tried his best not to make eye contact with her. He didn't need her now. He couldn't need his mother.
He needed to depend on only himself and no one else.
She let out a small sigh and left the room.
He had no idea what was to come.