An eerie, green glow lit up the Slytherin common room. Draco sat in his favorite chair, watching as everyone slowly emptied into their dormitories. He struggled to keep his anxiousness at bay, but was failing miserably at it, tapping his foot against the carpet and checking his coin every chance he got.
He received a message from Rosmerta earlier, telling him that Dumbledore was at Hog's Head for the evening. Whether or not he was actually there, he didn't know. But it did mean one thing: Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts. And that would allow for Draco to lead the Death Eaters into Hogwarts.
He counted down the minutes until he would head to the Room of Hidden Things. It had taken him many months, many long, hard, and trying months, but he had finally been able to do it. He had finally fixed the Vanishing Cabinet.
Hours later, Draco found himself desperately trying to blend into the wall next to the staircase that led up to the Astronomy Tower. There was fighting all around him, but he did not wish to be a part of it. After all, he had a job to do. And all he had to do was wait.
The plan had been set in motion. He led his fellow Death Eaters, by way of the passage between the Vanishing Cabinets, into Hogwarts. Something that he was confident that Dumbledore would never think possible. But he, Draco Malfoy, did the impossible. He led Death Eaters into Hogwarts.
And now he was supposed to do another impossible deed. One that he was not sure he would carry out.
But if he was able to mend the Cabinet, surely he would be able to carry out his deed.
The Dark Mark shined brightly above the tallest tower. Draco could see the greenish light through a window in the hallway. After he led the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, he ran up to the Astronomy Tower to set the Mark and wait for Dumbledore. But members from the Order got in the way, leading to all the fighting going on around him.
Draco barely noticed it. He was too focused on what he had to do. He was a bit terrified at being alone when Dumbledore would arrive at the tower, so he found himself teetering between the staircase and the wall. He saw his fellow students, the foolish members of Dumbledore's Army, fighting alongside members of the Order, and briefly wondered how they knew to come.
His ears strained up to the tower.
Is that talking, I hear? Is Dumbledore here at last?
His heart was pounding. He could hear it in his ears and felt it in his throat. Draco grasped his wand and clutched it tightly in his hand. Already, sweat poured from his hand, making it a bit difficult to hold onto his wand.
He took a deep breath and began to walk up the stairs, dreading every step.
Draco stood, open-mouthed, with his wand still shaking and pointed at the spot where Dumbledore's body once stood. He felt a rough hand shove him down toward the stairs and his mind felt disconnected with the rest of his body.
Snape shoved him down the hallway and bustled through the hallway. Teachers and Death Eaters alike stood aside for them.
He can't really be dead.
Although Draco didn't particularly like the headmaster, even he felt that with Dumbledore alive, his master could somehow be stopped. But now...now he was just a pawn in his master's plan to take over the Wizarding World. And Snape had once again stolen his family's glory.
His family would never be forgiven. So what did that mean for him? What did that mean for his mother? His father?
Snape continued to lead Draco down the Hogwarts grounds and shoved him harshly before him. Draco's legs were moving, struggling to keep up with the others. He felt Snape fall back, but Draco didn't look behind him. He couldn't look behind him. The only thing he wanted was to get out of Hogwarts. He hated that place. And didn't care if he would never see it again.
They reached the Hogwarts gates and headed toward Hogsmeade. There, they Apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
There were so many voices around him. Cheers of triumph and glee. He knew they were all happy. Happy that the champion of the Mudbloods was dead.
Through all of the voices, he heard his mother calling for him. He refused to raise his head, afraid that his eyes would betray the terror that he felt.
His mother's firm, but soft hand grasped his and she led him away. He followed her into his bedroom and heard her lock his door. She moved a chair in front of the door and gently pushed him down to sit on it. She took his face into her hands and looked deeply into her son's eyes.
A look of worry crossed her face.
"You didn't do it," she said in relief.
He shook his head. Tears quickly filled his eyes and were threatening to fall. He began to shake uncontrollably and his mother placed her hands on his shoulders to calm him down.
"Draco..." she said, softly.
Her voice was more gentle and kind than he had heard in a long time. Draco looked up at her with surprise in his eyes. He felt as if he was eight years old again and he had fallen off his broomstick and his mother was comforting him. It was a bit too much for him and the tears that he had been trying to hold back were finally released and he threw himself into his mother's arms, silently sobbing into her shoulder.
"Shh..." she said, stroking the back of his head. "You mustn't let them hear you."
"I couldn't do it, Mother," he cried. "I couldn't. I-I-"
"You are not a killer, Draco," she said.
"That's what he said. He said that, too."
"You saw him? You saw Dum-"
Even his mother couldn't say his name out loud.
Draco nodded, tears streaming down his face. "The plan worked out perfectly. The only thing-the only thing...I-I-I..." His wand arm began to shake uncontrollably. Narcissa took his hand into her own.
"The important thing is that the deed is done."
"What will happen to us? To Father? I didn't do it. Snape did it."
Narcissa pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. "I don't know what will happen to us." She took Draco into her arms once more and hugged him close. "I don't know what will happen."
"Will-will...will he kill us?" Draco felt his mother's heartbeat quicken and her grip tighten.
"I don't know. But we must do as we're told. This is not what I wanted for you, Draco."
Draco fell silent. The two of them listened to the celebrations taking place throughout their house.
"I don't want to do this anymore, Mother," Draco said softly, into Narcissa's shoulder.
"Me too," she replied. "But we must. We must do as we're told. Follow what he says. We have no other choice."
"And if we don't?"
"Then we die."
That's the end of the story. Again, I didn't want to take a lot of dialog from the book, so I just glossed over the parts in HBP that involved Draco & Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower.
Thanks for reading!