Draco’s gaze was riveted to that single scarlet drop. Scarlet red, just like his. Not muddy brown, not dirty like the filth she was. But a brilliant scarlet red. And as it soaked into her hair, something inside Draco Malfoy snapped.
He was barely aware of lifting his wand. Barely aware of pointing it at his aunt. Barely aware of his father’s alarmed shout. But the Killing Curse that rang out so coldly echoed as her laughter had, the sickly green light filling the room and causing him to wince at the brightness of it. And when he opened his eyes again, his aunt was laying on the floor, her face frozen in death, and those crazy eyes tainted green. Within his mind, he was crying out in shock and horror. Alarmed at what he had done, alarmed at what would happen next.
And as his wand arm remained steady, he moved the tip from where his aunt had once stood, and pointed it at his father as Lucius took a step towards him. Lucius froze, his hands rising slowly as he stared at Draco, his voice calm when he spoke.
“Draco. What are you doing?”- SEVEN TIMES by kerri240879