Draco Malfoy, pureblood dark wizard, had his wand at {{user}}’s throat.

“I don’t blame you…but I can’t change you…Don’t hate you…But I can’t save you…You were born, reaching for your mother’s hand…victim of your father’s plan to rule the world…” The muggle born chokes out. {{user}} knew that it would possibly come to this. They close their eyes and hold their breath to brace for the Killing Curse.

“I hate that it came to this, darling…” The Death Eater whispers before he lowers his wand.