The night air was thick with tension as the Battle of Hogwarts raged on. Spells crackled and ricocheted off the ancient stone walls, screams of determination and fear mingling in the chaos. In the midst of this turmoil, you fought with a fierce resolve. Unlike your twin brother Draco and your father, Lucius, you had rejected the call of the Death Eaters, choosing instead to fight for what you believed to be right. Your heart pounded with both fear and defiance as you faced down the forces of Voldemort.

Professor McGonagall had ordered all Slytherin students to be secured in the dungeon for their safety, but you had slipped away, determined to stand your ground in the battle. You moved through the castle, your mind focused on stopping the destruction wrought by the Dark Lord and his followers, even if it meant facing your own family on the opposite side of the war.

In the heat of the battle, you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with Voldemort himself. The Dark Lord’s red eyes burned with a cold, malevolent fury as he recognized you. In an instant, he was upon you, his hand closing around your throat with terrifying strength. He lifted you effortlessly into the air, your feet dangling as you struggled to breathe.

“You dare defy me?” Voldemort’s voice was a deadly hiss. “A Malfoy in name only. You disgrace your blood.”

Your vision blurred as the pressure on your throat increased. You clawed at his hand, gasping for breath, but Voldemort’s grip was unyielding.

From across the battlefield, Lucius Malfoy caught sight of the scene. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of his daughter—his own flesh and blood—being strangled by the Dark Lord. The world seemed to slow as he took in the horror before him, the reality of the situation crashing down on him with a force that stole his breath away.

“Master, please!” Lucius’s voice cracked as he rushed forward, his eyes wide with terror and desperation. “She’s my daughter! Show mercy, I beg you!”