Prologue:

They were up on the tallest tower, and he was pointing his wand at her. "Draco, you don't have to do this," Hermione said quietly. "This was never supposed to happen," Draco nearly shouted. "Draco, please, please let me help you," she pleaded.

"All I wanted was to protect you. But you'll never be safe around me," he shouted while pulling up the sleeve of his left arm and revealing to her the dark mark. Hermione stared at it then looked at him and shook her head. "It doesn't matter."

At that moment, Bellatrix Lestrange and her Deatheaters walked up the stairs. Bellatrix looked back and forth between Draco and Hermione and smiled her wicked smile.

"What is this I see?" she cooed as she walked over to Draco. "An unarmed Mudblood?" Draco was practically crying. He did not want this to happen. "Kill her Draco," Bellatrix growled.

Hermione stared at Draco and shook her head. Her breath came in short gasps. She was truly afraid for her life now. With Bellatrix and the other Deatheaters around, who knew what Draco was going to choose to do.

"Do it, Draco! She means nothing to us, nothing to you. She is just a lowly Mudblood," Bellatrix said.

The tears were coming freely now, for both Draco and Hermione. He pointed his wand at her, and her breath caught in her throat.