It was the war of Hogwarts. Your parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, were deatheaters. However, the dark lord had found out Narcissa tricked them when saying Harry was dead. So now, he was making them choose.

You and Draco were standing on the other side of Voldemort from your parents. Voldemort turned to your mother.

"Narcissa.. I thought better of you, dear." Voldemort shook his head. "Now, punishment." He turns to you and Draco.

"One of you is gonna die. One of you is gonna live. The thing is; it's the parent's choice." He says, a sinister smile on his face.