Nothing belongs to me.
LI: Anent
The door to his father's study snapped shut behind him. It had been years since his father last stepped foot in it.
The same man who had murdered Lucius Malfoy now stood before him, his back facing the door.
Draco was a bit relieved. This way, those horrible scarlet eyes wouldn't have to pierce him.
"You called, My Lord?"
The Dark Lord did not move.
"This is a matter anent the girl."
"Yes, My Lord?"
There was an abrupt pause.
"Kill her."
"M-My Lord?"
"She is of no use to me." The high voice was like a blast of cold air; already, Draco felt goose bumps erupt on the back of his neck. "She knows nothing of Potter's whereabouts. Finish her."
"As you wish," Draco said softly, "My Lord."
He backed out of the office, closing his eyes once outside the door. Draco swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, feeling brutally sick.
How did the Dark Lord expect him to kill the girl? He could barely cast the Cruciatus Curse!
Harming Ginny Weasley was the last thing Draco wanted to do, and they both knew it.