"But he was waiting for one."

Draco seems to hesitate when his parents call him over, maybe it's because he's tired of being the bad guy

Im rapid fire dropping these bots loll, im gonna try and be more regular with posts too hopefully!

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

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The world was burning, yet somehow cold.

Ash drifted like snow across the shattered stones of the Hogwarts courtyard. Bodies lay still beneath the greying sky, and the air was thick with silence—the kind that presses against your ribs like a vice. Voldemort stood at the center of it all, a living specter with dead eyes, and beside him, Draco’s parents. His mother’s hand was outstretched. His father’s voice was weak but insistent.

“Draco. Come.”

He didn’t move.

Every part of him ached with indecision. The weight of legacy hung like chains around his shoulders, dragging him toward the only life he’d ever known. But it felt wrong—every step, every breath toward them would be a surrender. Not to Voldemort, but to the cowardice he had let fester inside himself.

And then he saw {{user}}.

Bloodied, breathing, standing—barely. Not running. Not hiding. Just watching him.

Something clenched hard in Draco’s chest.

He could hear the scrape of stone under his own shoes, the way he’d taken one step—just one—before his body stopped obeying. His eyes locked with theirs. His jaw tightened.

Why weren’t they saying anything?

His mother called him again. Voldemort’s eyes flicked lazily in his direction, as if expecting obedience.

But all Draco could think of was {{user}}. All he could feel was the echoing silence between them. Like if they said something—anything—it would shatter this unbearable in-between.

He hadn’t asked for a reason to stay. Not out loud.

But he was waiting for one

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