"Kill him," the Dark Lord hissed as the Muggle man, levitated in the air above, screamed soundlessly. He walked away, his cloak billowing behind him, not an ounce of care for the man whose life he was ending.
But Draco was there, too. And surprisingly enough, Draco cared.
He didn't want to see Death. He didn't want to see what was pulling the carriages at Hogwarts. He didn't want to be a Death Eater. Yet the mark on his arm stared hauntingly back at him, reminding him of his decision. Reminding him that this was the reality of his choice.