Hey everyone! Thank you so very much first of all for opening this book and another thank you in advance for reading it. This is my fourth book so if you want to, you can check out my other three. This idea came to me in, well not really a dream, but when I was in a half sleep. I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, although I really wish I did because they're awesome. Please no hate. I can take constructive criticism, I just can't take hurtful comments. Um, I'm pretty sure you've heard all of this before so I just have one last thing to say. Enjoy!

Voldemort, followed by his followers, walked silently across the bridge to Hogwarts. As they walked on, students, teachers, members of the Order, and other fighters began pouring out of the school.

Nagini was slithering on the ground over the rocks and rubble, close to Voldemort's side. "Behold Nagini, our work is done," Voldemort's slow voice spoke to her.

Bellatrix Lestrange was the only one of the Death Eaters not bothering to stay quiet and subdued. "We won, we won, we won," she sang, followed by a spine chilling cackle while following the Dark Lord as if she was drunk.

Hagrid trailed behind them, clutching a limp body in his hands and sobbing.

As they neared the courtyard of the school, some students started muttering. "Who is that? Hagrid's carrying, Neville, who is it?" The voice of Ginny Weasley carried through the courtyard as everyone stared, hoping against hope that it wasn't who they thought it was.

"Harry Potter... is DEAD!" the Dark Lord shouted so that everyone could hear about his victory in "killing" the Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived was dead and the light side was going to be their slaves.

Draco limped outside to the front yard where all the survivors were standing, looking at something he couldn't make out. He pushed to the side to get a better look at what was going on, no one paying him any attention. Shock and guilt washed over him as he heard Ginny let out a blood curdling scream.

"No! NOOOOO!" It can't be him, she thought. She wanted it to be anybody but him. She started running towards Harry Potter's limp body, but her father quickly grabbed her by the arm. He just couldn't bare to lose another child to Voldemort in the same day.

People were sobbing and it tore Draco's heart. He didn't want this, he never wanted this. He may be a bully and act all tough on the outside, but he never truly belonged to the dark side. He had been a coward all these years, always running from what was hard, always following the orders of his father and aunt.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort screeched as he shot a spark out of his wand, the very same wand he used to "kill" the boy who lived. "Stupid girl," he sneered at Ginny. He started walking towards the doors to the school, speaking slowly so that the others can get it through their thick skulls. "Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me."

No one did anything, said anything. They were all stunned. Their friend had just died a terrible death, the same death his parents had faced 17 years ago. Voldemort suddenly turned to his followers, arms wide open. "Harry Potter is dead!" All the Death Eaters and himself laughed at the news. He turned once more to the horror struck people. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us... or die."

Silence filled the whole courtyard as both sides stared at each other, daring the other to make a move. Draco bowed his head in disbelief and disappointment as a rustling of robes from behind the Dark Lord caught his eye.

"Draco... Come Draco," Lucius whispered, but in the silence of the courtyard, everyone still heard him calling his son to his side.

Draco gulped but didn't move as faces all around looked at him, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger among them, their faces red from crying. The soft but firm voice of his mother echoed his father's. "Draco, come," she said, holding out her hand.

Draco looked around him at all the people he had bullied and hurt with hexes and simple name calling. He was ashamed at what he had become. In truth, he had always envied others for having friends like Potter, Granger, or Weasley, maybe even Longbottom, but he didn't know what his father would think of him if he tried befriending them. He hated having to live in his father's shadow. He hated having to injure other people, and to an extent, kill, just for his amusement. But worst of all, he hated not being able to make his own choices, to have to follow in his family's footsteps even though that is not what he wanted at all.

He then realized that he had still not moved from his spot and that everyone was looking at him, waiting for what they knew would happen. Of course, everyone thought of him as a loyal Death Eater, just like his family, so he would obviously join them. Oh, how wrong they were.

He stepped out of the group of people gathered near the entrance. He saw the sign of relief on his parent's faces, the disappointment in the students and teachers,  and the creepy, maniacal grin on Voldemort's face which grew wider. He walked out to the front and to the same level that the Weasleys and Granger were standing.

He stopped and looked around, realizing that he was at the edge now. He stood tall and took a deep breath.

"No."