We all sat in the great hall when Professor McGonagall told us to follow our head of the houses.
Before I got up I searched for Draco but he wasn't there.
We were all shocked as we walked outside to the grounds.
Everyone was there. Teachers, students, creatures...
Everyone except Draco.
I wonder where could he be?
My eyes filled with tears when all the teachers sat down and I couldn't recognize who was the man that talked at the moment.
A while after he finished everyone started to get up from their seats to get on the Hogwarts Express.
I started walking towards the carriages.
I heard a noise and someone calling my name.
"Go ahead" I told my friend.
I went towards the voice, far from the carriages.
There, few steps away from me was Draco.
He noticed the dried tears on my cheeks and stared at the ground.
"Where were you? I've been looking for you... you missed the funeral" I said.
"Did you know about-?"
"Yes..." he said, still looking down "I...
I had to go..."
He looked so tired like he hasn't slept all night.
"Draco, are you OK?" I asked, worried.
He looked at me.
"I'm a bad person..." he whispered and I saw a small tear next to his eye.
"I... Draco... why would you say something like that?"
"I'm a bad person..." he whispered again. "I'm did something wrong..."
"Draco, I don't think that you are a bad person. I'm sure that whatever you did, you could fix it, maybe the damage hasn't been done yet..."
"No, it's done..."
I held his cold hands.
Draco looked at his left arm.
"I... I..." he sobbed.
I slowly pulled up the sleeve of his suit and I saw the dark mark on his left arm, the symbol of... of... and his followers.
We got on the train.
I sat quietly, thinking about what I saw.
All I could think about is how Draco is important to me.
He was just in the wrong place, he isn't bad.
I can't give up now.