Trapped
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A/N – Ok so I am going to try and make this longer than the last one. Hope you like it!
Draco Malfoy sat in his bedroom at the Malfoy Manor. He could often been found in there, ever since the Dark Lord had risen again and the manor was used as a meeting point. Far from the power that he thought he would have when the Dark Lord rose again, Draco realised that he was nothing but a mere pawn in a dark game.
Draco thought of how excited he had felt to be given a mission by the Dark Lord, when he knew that he would become a Death Eater. He had wanted to prove to the world, and more importantly his family, that he had the strength to do this task. He then remembered how his excitement then turned slowly to despair as he kept failing in his assassination attempts. The despair that kept growing when he realised that with every failure he brought closer his own death and the death of his family.
It was only then that Draco realised what he had gotten himself into, only then that he realised that being a Death Eater wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He felt the horror growing in him that he would be forced to take a life, to save his and his family's life. He remembered questioning how that was fair, but he had never questioned it enough to say that it was wrong.
Draco had played over that night many times and as his thoughts had travelled to that point he played over it again.
I can help you Draco, Dumbledore had told him.
Draco had remembered how he had found it strange that the man he was about to kill had been offering him help.
Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you could possibly imagine, Dumbledore continued.
Dumbledore would never know how much his offer had tempted him, how much he wanted to get out of the predicament that he had found himself in. He had almost said yes to Dumbledore, yes to a way of escaping the fear and feeling of dread that he had been feeling almost all year. Then he had remembered his parents. They were basically hostages to make sure Draco completed this mission. He knew that if he defected then his parents would be tortured at best, killed at worst. And so with that thought in mind Draco had to decline his headmaster's offer.
The rest of the night was a blur. He remembered the other Death Eaters that he had let in the school coming up to see if Dumbledore was dead. He remembered the feeling of disgust he had when had seen that Fenrir Greyback had tagged along with the little party of Death Eaters, and the feeling of disgust when the werewolf talked about attacking without the full moon. He remembered the relief he had felt when Snape had come along and the mixture of horror and relief when he cast the Avada Kedavra on Hogwart's headmaster. Then he remembered escaping the castle with a feeling of numb horror.
A scream from the dungeons brought Draco out of his thoughts. He cringed as the scream continued, probably a result of his Aunt Bellatrix's handiwork. Draco got up, still feeling the sense of hopelessness that had settled on him since Dumbledore had died. Draco couldn't help feeling that with Dumbledore, his hope of escaping had gone. Draco went down the stairs to see just who was the poor soul that was on the end of Aunt Bellatrix's torturing.
A/N – So I hope you liked that! I did manage to make it a bit longer! Please review and let me know what you thought. If you have any ideas for future pieces or any constructive criticism feel free to share!