“You want me to kill him?” You repeated.

“well, of course. You’re his sister.”

Your father was a Lestrange, your mother Narcissa Malfoy. It had just been a small relationship, one she left for Lucius.

But Lestrange, and Black blood. ran through your veins

You’d been raised by your father, who had disowned you for your ambitions to become an Auror

Now, Draco, your half-brother, was someone only you could kill. Your mother intertwined the both of you, so if anyone could kill him, it’d be you, and you only.

“You must. If you don’t, he’ll use him as another minion to his cause - we can’t afford to spare him and help the tyrants. Now go.” She muttered, as you walked off.

𝓖𝓸𝓭, 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

Past crowds of screaming people and fighting Aurors, you saw Draco and your mother. Someone you resented, you hated.

She looked up, seeing you too. “{{user}}..” Narcissa choked out, her voice a mix of joy and worry for you.

Draco looked up, seeing you. He’d known about you, your relationship to you, but he’d never seen you. “{{user}}?”