Author's Note: Short chapter. I know. I'll update again. Calm down.

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Chapter 23

Zabrina knocked the door and entered the room.

"You called for me, father?"

"Yes, my child," he was petting his snake.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

"No," he said. "I just wished to have a talk with my daughter."

Zabrina took a seat in front of Voldemort.

"Father?"

"Yes, Zabrina?"

"What will you do to Draco?"

"What do you mean?"

"His punishment," Zabrina mentioned. "What will his punishment be?"

"Isn't that an obvious question, Zabrina?"

"He's useful," Zabrina said. "He's the closest one to Potter in this house. Surely that can-"

"I can read his mind, Zabrina. I know more about Harry than anyone," Voldemort stroked his pet again. "Why do you ask my dear?"

"Draco's parents asked me to convince you to spare Draco," she looked straight into his snake-like eyes. "His dad even offered himself instead. I can tell that they love him dearly."

Voldemort laughed. "You can tell that they love him? Do you even know what that word means?"

"I know you do."

"Love is a weakness. It will kill you."

"Is that why you killed my mother?"

Voldemort thought for a moment, and spoke. "Yes," he said, "she was my weakness, and I had to destroy her."

"You're a-"

"Zabrina, please do not mention to me about Athena. I cannot let my past interfere with my present and future. You should be grateful that I didn't kill you yet."

"As if you would," Zabrina muttered.

"What?"

"Do you know what people say whenever they talk about you? They say they pity you, father. They don't fear you or hate you. They pity you. They don't know anything about you and your past, but they're judging you simply from the Daily Prophet. They think you're human because you have a daughter. They make all of these assumptions that aren't even the slightest bit true. Do you know how many times I've heard the other Death Eaters talk about me? Have you experienced my last two years at Hogwarts? People despise me, father, all because I'm your daughter. Have you ever thought about how it would feel if you lived in my shoes? A motherless child who was raised by someone not even related to her, and finding out that she's the daughter of one of the darkest wizards of all time."

Voldemort froze, and dismissed her after a short silence.

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Zabrina went to Draco's room. He was sitting on his bed, and she ran towards him as soon as he noticed her come in.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, Draco," Zabrina whispered. "Nothing. I just wanted to hold you for a moment."

Draco stroked her hair. "Is there something on your mind?"

"I don't want to lose you, Draco. I'll do anything to protect you from him."

"That's something I'm supposed to say," Draco smirked.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Zabrina?"

"I just wanted to say I love you."

Draco paused, and then smiled. "Well I've been right this whole time. It's not uncommon that you see Draco Malfoy receiving the love of others."

Zabrina smiled. "Oh shut up, Draco."

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Zabrina stood next to Draco as she heard Hermione's screams. The Goldren Trio, and many others, were caught by Snatchers, and Bellatrix was interrogating Hermione about the Gryffindor's Sword. It was more like torture, because Bellatrix barely gave Hermione a chance to speak. When she heard the answer, she doubted, and started doing something onto her forearm. When she was done, she called for the goblin, and left Hermione on the ground.

Harry and Ron came out from the basement, and everything became out of control. There were spells everywhere, and glass after Dobby unscrewed the chandelier and made it crash down. Harry took Draco's wand, and disappeared with Dobby, and Bellatrix's dagger.

"We lost him!" Lestrange screamed. "What do we tell to the Dark Lord?"

"Tell me what, Bella?" Voldemort stepped in.

"My lord, we…"

"We lost Potter," Lucius said.

"And why is that?"

"His bloody house-elf saved the three," Bellatrix said. "My lord, I think they've found out about my vault."

"And how did they?"

"The mudblood girl had Gryffindor's sword, but it was a fraud."

"If he finds out about the horcruxes…" Voldemort whispered.

"My lord?"

"What now, Bella?"

"Potter also took Draco's wand."

Voldemort looked at Draco. "I see," he turned around. "Gather everyone here."

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"I have gathered you all here right now," Voldemort said. "To show you what will happen, if you prove yourself as useless."

"Who was shown such disgrace, my lord?"

"Draco boy," Voldemort called "come out."

The crowd spread out, and there was only Draco standing in the middle.

"First, you have failed to do as I command. Then you allow Harry Potter to steal your wand." Voldemort raised his wand. "And what good can a Death Eater do without his wand?"

Draco stood silent, as if he waited for this moment.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled.

Zabrina sprinted towards the green light, as if it was a race and Draco was the finish line. She reached Draco just before she felt something hit her, and the only thing she saw was a green light. It wrapped her as she flew back, and she landed on the ground with a hard thud.

"NO!" Draco yelled as he ran to her. He cried as he held her in his arms.

The gasps and whispers filled the room.

Voldemort laughed. "I've warned the girl, love will kill."

Draco gently closed Zabrina's eyes.

"Ah yes," Voldemort smiled. "There is no greater torture than seeing the one you love die before your eyes."

Draco wept as Voldemort and the other Death Eaters left the room.

"I'm so sorry, Zabrina," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

He lifted her and Apparated to the only place he thought he should go.