“Harry Potter is dead! Come forward and join us… or die.” Lord Voldemort stated, standing with a large group of Deatheaters in the middle of the ruined Hogwarts castle.

The Hogwarts students stood in fear, their heads low. “Draco!” Lucius Malfoy called out, waiting for Draco to step forward.

Draco hesitates when his father calls him. He’s waiting for someone, anyone, to stop him. He would stay if someone told him, but he believed no one cared for him anymore after everything.