Forget

It was as if a gust of cold wind had blown into this not-so-spacious room. Two dementors came whizzing in and then whizzed away.They threw a person on the floor, and the person fell there heavily, seemingly in a coma.

Draco's pupils dilated for an instant, and he saw the same pale blonde hair and pale skin as his, he was struggling hard, and he wanted to rush over immediately.

That's Lucius!It's his father!

But Voldemort stopped him in the middle.But he struggled so hard that Voldemort had to wrap him tightly from behind, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "My dear boy, if you can't calm down, believe me, I have a hundred ways The method can help you do it, and I promise, you will regret it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, Draco slowly fell silent as if waking up from a dream.He turned his head and looked in disbelief at his master who controlled his destiny.His almost bloodless lips trembled slightly, he didn't know what Voldemort was going to do, he was just almost instinctively afraid, almost instinctively wanted to beg, begged to stop.

"Dear child, has anyone ever told you that it's really easy to make people feel soft when you look like this." Voldemort's withered fingers brushed gently from under Draco's wet eyes and from his blood-stained lips. Is touching a precious treasure. "If it was 20 years ago, I might be willing to agree to everything you ask. But now, I want to give you a small gift."

Draco couldn't think, he stared blankly as Voldemort pulled out a wand, a wand with a delicate handle he was all too familiar with, it was his father's wand.Voldemort covered the back of Draco's right hand, guiding him to hold the wand. Draco's breathing gradually increased, and he watched the wand being held by him without blinking, but Voldemort's hand showed no intention of leaving.

"A beautiful wand, isn't it?" Voldemort seemed to be sighing, he completely ignored the surprise and confusion in Draco's eyes, and just bent down to be level with Draco.He squeezed Draco's hand a little harder. "I'm going to teach you, kill."

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Lucius' body rose into the air, hanging in the air like a lifeless puppet.The beautiful blond hair spread out messily, covering half of his pale face, gently rising and falling with his faint breathing.

"No, no..." Draco finally understood Voldemort's intentions.He shook his head in panic and struggled in fear, but he couldn't escape.Voldemort was so strong that he held him tightly in his arms.He couldn't break free, he couldn't even control the direction of the wand, he could only watch helplessly as the wand in his hand pointed steadily at its former owner, his father.But he could do nothing but cry.He wanted to kneel down, kneel humble at the Lord Dark Lord's feet, ask for the Cruciatus Curse, or something else, and he wouldn't resist.Just stop, stop. "Please, please...please punish me...I can do anything...please don't...don't..."

"Of course you need to be punished, but now, you need to learn what I taught you first." Voldemort said calmly in his ear, just like every conscientious professor would do. "Now, relax, focus, and think about the content of the spell..."

Draco shook his head violently, tears streaming down his eyes.He wanted to look at Lucius, but he didn't dare.He was afraid he would be charmed, he was afraid that if he only looked at it, the spell would flow from the tip of the wand and stab at his father. Draco tried hard to forget, but the more he tried to forget, the clearer the spell became.He is going crazy.

—Wands do not harm their masters.Wands do not harm their masters.

Draco repeated silently in his heart.But Voldemort seemed to see through what he was thinking, and the whispering voice sounded again: "Wands usually don't hurt their masters unless the person holding it is very powerful.—Your current strength is not enough to reach this level." , but don't worry, I will help you."

"No... no... I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't want to run away, I won't run away, I am loyal to you, I am loyal to you only, please, please forgive me... please ...Leave me alone..." Draco spoke incoherently, the uncontrollable choking made his voice weaker and helpless.

"Then prove it to me." Voldemort continued to whisper.Suddenly the voice suddenly increased, and with a force in his hand, he clearly read out the content of the mantra word by word: "Avada Kedavra."

Draco forgot to cry, forgot to struggle, a green light emanated from the wand, he could even feel the wave of power transmitted to his fingertips when the spell was cast.He saw that light falling on Lucius' chest, he saw Lucius twitch violently, and fell from mid-air again, but this time, everything fell into dead silence.

Voldemort had let him go. Draco fell limply to the floor, and his wand fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Draco thought maybe he should go there, to his father.But he dare not.He didn't even dare to look at his hands.

He was a betrayer, a loser, a murderer.

He killed his own father.

He couldn't find a reason to forgive himself, he didn't know where there was a place deeper and darker than hell, maybe that was where he should go.

"Draco, you belong here, you can only stay here, you can't go anywhere except here." Voldemort looked down at him, and the cold voice sounded again.

"...Kill me..." Draco raised his head slightly.His eyes were empty and numb, and he could no longer shed tears. "...Why didn't you kill me? You devil...devil..."

His face was smacked to one side, and his voice was cut off.Voldemort withdrew his hand and looked at him coldly: "Finally you have told the truth, haven't you? - I am a devil, a devil, but I hope you will always remember that I am your master. "

Draco didn't speak.His cheeks were slightly hot.He clearly knew what the demon in front of him had done, but he couldn't kill him.He can't do anything, all the time.

He began to hate himself, hated himself for being weak, hated himself for being powerless, and even hated himself for being able to survive soberly.He didn't know, he was just an insignificant character, he didn't know why Voldemort was pushing him so hard, he didn't even know why he wasn't mad or dead...

--die.

Draco thought again of Myrtle's bathroom.That was the closest he was to death, and it turned out to be the source of all his hopes.He thought blankly.If the story ended at that time, it would be a kind of luck for him.

He remembered the spell Harry used, maybe he could cast it on himself again, to complete the unfinished ending of the bathroom...

But once again Voldemort saw through his intentions.The hand that was trying to reach for the wand was crushed hard, and Draco seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.Cold sweat swept over his body again, Draco opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Slytherin has no tradition of dying generously, my child." Voldemort raised Draco's pointed chin, and wiped away the cold sweat thoughtfully. "Even if you forget your identity, maybe you can think of Narcissa, she would be very happy to know the cause of her husband's death."

Draco's gray eyes dimmed.His lips were bitten and blood came out, but he didn't know it.Draco didn't dare to think about Narcissa who was still ignorant of everything and was still waiting bitterly, his internal organs were already broken.

Draco looked at Voldemort's eerie face.He wished he could tear the demon into pieces, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to hold his wand.

"You can hate me as much as you want, but don't show it. I won't be happy if I find out." Voldemort said softly, his fingertips resting on Draco's eye sockets again. "Beautiful eyes, it would be a pity to lose their light."

Voldemort waved his wand, and the two dementors came in quickly and took Lucius' body out. Draco tried to reach out, but as usual, there was nothing he could do to stop it.Voldemort watched him with amusement, the way a hunter looks at helpless prey.

"...to...where..." Draco's lips quivered, and he couldn't even utter the words.

"Azkaban, or the Malfoys' cemetery," said Voldemort in the patient voice that professors usually answer students' questions. "It depends on you, my child."

Draco lowered his eyes, long lashes covering them in shadows.He knows what the right choice is, he always has.He also knew how those correct choices pushed him to the end of the world step by step, but he couldn't refuse, never could.

"You are very smart, you know what to do." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.He is ready to leave. "I hope that when I see you again tomorrow morning, you can turn in an excellent homework. Good night, my child."

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