Draco didn't kill Dumbledore. Our professor, Snape did it. He along with our Aunt Bellatrix took us both to head over to Hagrid's hut that was up in flames. I covered my mouth in horror.
Is Hagrid okay?
"Murderer!"
I looked behind myself to see Harry. He was furious with tears rolling down his face, wand in hand. He saw what happened?
Me and Harry are friends. Now, that he knows of our family involvement with Voldemort, I'm afraid, that we'll no longer be friends. I understand, that he won't want anything to do with me after tonight.
"Harry, I am so sorry." I told him.
"The two of you get out of here." Snape ordered. Draco took my hand and we made our get away. I can't believe it had come to this.
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Being a Malfoy
FanfictionWhen we walk in the room, everyone is looking at us. When our name is mentioned, everyone is paying attention. When they hear our last name, they automatically respect the person name wearing it. A perfect powerful family. The Malfoys...
