Forget

News of Dumbledore's death quickly spread throughout the wizarding world.The newspapers were full of news of the funeral and the huge Dark Mark.For a while, almost everyone fell into an unprecedented panic.The parents rushed to pick up their children, and the ancient families were carefully weighing the pros and cons. It seemed that everyone was sparing no effort to plan for the invisible future.

Except for the supporters of that lord.Although their banquets were not joyous and peaceful, they did indeed hold carnival banquets.The same is true in Little Hangleton's old house. Although it was only for one night, it was enough to move the fans of the adult who were lucky enough to step here to tears.

But people didn't see little malfoy. Heir to the Malfoy estate, rumored to have killed Dumbledore, a loyal servant of his lord, but the high-ranking Death Eaters didn't say a word about him.People were secretly speculating, perhaps out of jealousy, that a young child could easily be appreciated by the Lord Dark Lord, but no one was foolish enough to say such things.

But only a few people knew that the Dark Lord took Malfoy away before the carnival began.No one knew where Malfoy had been taken, and no one dared to ask about the Dark Lord's intentions.

Draco was locked up in the basement of the old Little Hangleton house.This seems to be the place where the original owner used to store wine, and there are several rows of dilapidated wooden barrels lined up next to the wall.But it was cold and damp.There are no windows here, except for a faint candle on the wall, there is no light or sound.

Draco sat wearily in the corner, not daring to guess what he was about to face.Shortly before the banquet began, the lord checked his wand.It was so easy, it only took a flashback spell, and it was easy to find out that he failed to kill Dumbledore - he failed to complete his task.

"You should thank Snape. But you're still a loser," said the grown-up icily. "You should also know that losers must be punished."

Then, he was brought here, waiting alone for his upcoming fate.

Cruciatus Curse, or Death Curse?Or become the next Bitos and be devoured bite by bite by that big snake?

Draco held his head in pain.He is a betrayer and a loser.Is this the dilemma Professor Dumbledore is talking about?he does not know.But he knew that he had finally pushed himself into a dead end, and he deeply hated himself like this.

The door was pushed open. Draco looked up in panic, and saw the figure of the grown-up, looking down at him. Draco subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the numb legs made him fall to the ground again.Almost instantly, the familiar, heart-piercing pain submerged him like a tide.

Cruciatus.

Draco curled up on the floor.His hands pressed tightly to his heart, his nails were deeply sunken into the flesh, but he still couldn't suppress a ten-thousandth of the pain.Perhaps it was the broken heart defense that could feel the pain of Cruciatus, this time Draco had to bite his lip tightly to keep himself from screaming.

——If you can be brave, don't care about it.

—and walked over to Harry if he broke free from Bellatrix's grip.

— If Harry could see him, stop him.

--if……

The overwhelming pain ravaged every nerve in him, forcing every cell in his body to tighten and tremble. Draco tried his best to hold back the tears from falling, to keep himself from screaming, and he curled up even harder, praying that it would be of any use at all.

——Why can't you see me?Why?

Draco squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

——Why didn't you save me...

The pain lessened a little, the tense nerves had just slowed down, and the tears started to pour down like rain.But immediately, the pain swept over again, and this time came with a strong sense of dizziness.

The memory box seemed to be cruelly broken, and those images were spinning and colliding rapidly in his mind, as if someone had lifted them up and then dropped them down.

Draco realized immediately that Voldemort had used Legilimency on him.But he didn't have time to think about why Voldemort, who had never bothered to use Legilimency against his men, suddenly cast this spell on him, when all he could think of was forcing himself to use Occlumency quickly.But I don't know if it was because of the half-way application, or because Voldemort's power is really strong, or both, plus the pain that cannot be ignored by the Cruciatus Curse, no matter how hard Draco tried, he still couldn't completely seal up the memory.He could even feel Voldemort's consciousness flipping through his memories wantonly in his mind, and then throwing them away with a sneer.

- You are not fit to kill.

He saw Dumbledore smiling at him, and the smile crumbled. Draco buried his head in his chest in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably.

— Stop me... save me!

He saw Myrtle's bathroom, and saw himself lying in a pool of blood, desperate and helpless.He saw that frail and timid self crying and shouting, lonely and desperate waiting to be dragged out of the thick darkness.He saw Harry who seemed to be walking towards him step by step, saw Harry's hand stretched out to him, and when he tremblingly wanted to hold that hand, everything shattered again.

Draco finally moaned.Blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.He can't feel anything anymore.Pain, dizziness, maybe they are still there, maybe the pain is still clamoring to break all his nerves, maybe those unbearable dizziness are still tirelessly trying to make him spit out his internal organs.But he couldn't feel anything anymore.His body stretched out completely, and he tried hard to open his eyes wide to see something clearly, but his eyes were always blurred.

A hand slowly caressed his cheek, rubbing gently at the corner of his mouth, soaking up the still warm blood to his heart's content.All of a sudden, the strength increased, and he firmly clamped his jaw, forcing him to raise his head and look at the owner of the hand.

"It really surprised me, my child." Voldemort knelt down, squeezed Draco's chin, and looked at the pale Draco with those snake-like eyes, with a playful and cold tone.

"Master..." Draco's weak voice was barely audible.As soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help coughing violently.He couldn't break free from Voldemort's grip, more blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, dripped on his chest, and splashed small red flowers.

"You still remember that I am your master." The strength in Voldemort's hand increased a bit, Draco whimpered in pain, the blood in his mouth flowed back into his throat, it was sweet and smelly.Voldemort's voice was soft and cold. "I can give you everything, I can give you glory, I can give you rights, I can give you everything that the world can only ask for, and all you have to do is to be loyal to me, to me wholeheartedly. But you actually tried to escape in vain. Draco, I think you may have forgotten that you bear the brand of a Death Eater, you can't go anywhere, and all you can do is either serve me or die."

Draco wanted to say something, but he couldn't.His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't make a sound.

"Maybe I should kill you. But you remind me of something that old man Dumbledore said, that children should be kinder sometimes." Voldemort stretched out his hand and helped Draco up. Draco was as thin as a piece of paper, and if he hadn't been supported by Voldemort, he might have fallen down again.

"So I thought, I can teach you, teach you myself. Maybe some unexpected and interesting changes will happen to you." Voldemort continued slowly with a gentle voice that was earnest and seductive.Then he waved his hand, and the door opened again.