"I'm so proud of you son," my mother said as she came into my room after the meeting with the Dark Lord.

I gave her an odd look from my bed. "How can you be proud of me?"

"You received a mission that only gets given to his most accomplished servants. You have conquered the deatheater title so easily," she smiled as she sat on my bed next to me.

I rolled my eyes. "I wonder why, mother? It wouldn't have anything to do with my father being at his beck and call would it?"

She giggled. "I'm sure that's not it, sweetie."

I sat up and came face to face with my mother. "I know that it's no accomplishment of mine how fast I've climbed. It's father and I know it," I pulled away and stood, "Besides, you should not be proud of me."

She stood as well. "Why shouldn't I be? My son is having such great success in his employment. What mother wouldn't be proud of her baby boy?"

I turned my back to her. "When it comes to what I have been assigned to do, any sane mother would not be proud of me."

"Are you joking, Draco?" she laughed.

I turned to her and yelled. "I have to murder, mother! I have to take away a human life. An innocent one at that. How can you be proud of me?"

Our eyes connected and she lost her smile. "I am proud because you are paving the way for our family. This man is an obsticle that must be out of our Lord's way. Of course you understand that?"

I looked away from her. Iunderstood. I get why it has to be done. What I don't understand is how fuckedup my parents are when it comes to this deatheater shit. Any sane parent would not beproud of me forhaving to murder an innocent man. A man that cared for me. I would be pulling a betrayel if I did this to him. I might have acted like I hated him, but the truthis I actually thought he was the bestthing that had ever happened to Hogwarts, just like everyone else did. Iknew I had to get out of it somehow. I just didn't know how.

"Draco," my mother said as she laid her hands on my back.

I jerked away from her and walked out of my room. I walked out of the house and down thestreet. Being in that house waslikebeing trapped. It was like being caged up. It was like being a fucking lap dog. I had to jump at every beck and call. I had to be always available so that I can jump how high my father told me to.

I was so done with it.

I just needed to decide my first move. A small cafe came into view, and I decided that I was thirsty. I sat down at the bar in the front and ordered myself a latte. That's when I heard a giggle and looked into themost beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

"Hi," I smiled.