The sky was painted grey, covered with gloomy clouds that cast shadows on the grounds bellow. The air was suffocating, drowning everyone in it's ghostly silence.
"Draco."
Father? he held out his hand for me to take. But I- I don't want to. He's there. I look around me at the faces of my classmates, scornful, jeering. Like they expect me to be what they think I am. A dark wizard.
Stricken with terror, I want to run- hide. My hands wont stop shaking with fear. My breath caught in a hitch in my throat. I could feel my pulse quickening, getting stronger with every beat.
"Draco."
My mother calls out. I don't want to go, but I have to. I have to.
"Draco!"
Father is getting impatient. My muscles tense up, but mother's serene voice reassures me.
"come."
My mind completely goes blank and my body starts walking involuntarily, I don't fight back since I know I can't.
I- I remember now, this happened before. But what comes next?! I can't remember.
Harry! Harry will save-.
Time comes to a still. Everything starts to disappear as I see Potter's bloody lifeless corpse
laying stiff on the dusty cold hard stone floor.
"Why?! Why does it have to be him?! Why can't it be you! You foul loathsome evil little cockroach! Why did you kill him?!"
{What? B-But I didn't kill him. I didn't do it. It wasn't me! I didn't kill him! I-}
"That's right. You killed someone else, didn't you?"
I watch horrified as the body morphs into a rather familiar one. Dumbledoor.
My breath was caught in my throat, the whole world seemed to get colder as the same fear I felt at that time returned in full force, making me feel nauseous and feeble.
{N-No, I- I didn't mean to I. 'H-He' would have killed me, m-my family- I couldn't-}
Stepping backwards, my foot landed on something soft. I swiftly turn around, my wand pointed at my attacker.
{Mother? Father?}
I looked down at the sleeping bodies of my parents. They were stiff, pale, and unmarked. The mark of the killing curse.
"Murderer!"
"Scum!"
"Psychopath!"
"Death Eater!"
What? No. NO! I'm not! I'm-
"Draco."
Tony? I turn around and see my dad smiling at me.
{Dad! Hurry, let's go! I don't want to stay here anymore.}
I wait for him to lead, but he doesn't move.
{Dad? Daddy? Please dad, I-.}
I reach out and take his hand. It felt so cold. Suddenly a rotting stench penetrated my nose.
Where did-?
I tug at my dad's hand and could see it tear off. There was no blood just rotting tissue and bones. I scream and throw it away.
{Dad?}
I could hear my voice quivering. I stare at his eyes, dull and unmoving.
"""""Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!"""""
Voices were screaming in my head. Young and old, man and woman. Their voices assaulted my head with roaring volumes aiming to destroy me from the inside. Every voice was familiar and accusing, breaking me.
All of a sudden the voices tone down into a bone-chilling whisper.
"You killed them."