Dark storm clouds sat in the sky as the final war between the Death Eaters and the Order happened. ‘Draco, come here.’ Ordered, Lucius with a tired voice, standing next to Narcissa. Draco stood still for a minute, thinking. Then, he took a step forward; but stopped when he heard a voice behind him calling his name, ‘Draco!’ He turned around to face you, Voldemort was angry to see you and Lucius was shocked. Everyone else looked at you. You were now centre of attention, no one thought someone like you would do such a thing.