Before I begin I would just like to say I don't own any rights to Harry potter or the Characters, they belong to the AMAZING J.K Rowling. I have tried to stay in accordance with the novel to the best of my ability while still using my own extra twist/change in plot.

I've tried to edit my work and make it as flowing as possible please correct me if you spot any mistakes and criticism is welcome :D Also the chapters are approx. 500 words (One full page on Microsoft Word) each so that you don't have to sit for hours reading boring plot lines. Check out my new AU Harry Potter - Hidden In the Background!

Draco limped outside to the front yard, where all the survivors seemed to be standing. He pushed through the crowds to get a better look at what was going on. Shock and relief washed over him. Death Eaters filled the yard and were smiling as the Dark Lord spoke, pointing to Hagrid who was holding a body in his arms, Harry's.

People were sobbing and Draco was filled with guilt. He never really wanted to become a Death Eater. He never wanted to kill anyone; especially not Dumbledore. On the outside he acted all tough but truly Draco did not belong on the same side as his parents. He had been a coward all this time, running from what was hard. Pressured by his Father and Aunt it had to stop.

"Place him at my feet, where he belongs," bellowed Voldemort. Hagrid walked over and gently placed him on the ground beneath him. Draco bowed his head, out of disappointment, ever since Harry had saved his life he had realized what he must do. He had to fight for what was right; even if Harry Potter was gone.

"Come and kneel before me. Any man, woman or child who continues to resist will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family." Voldemort commanded.

The crowd stood still, no one moved.

"Draco!" yelled his mother, "Come Draco."

Draco stood still as peering faces looked at him. Ron and Hermione turned and looked at him, their faces red from crying. This was his chance, to make everything right; to die a hero if it came down to it.

"Draco, come here immediately," his father said pitching in. Draco still stood there, now the Dark Lord had turned to look at him. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.

"Draco Malfoy," he cooed, "Haven't you already brought enough shame to your family? Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join us?" he smiled and opened his arms. Draco felt his feet move from under him. Slowly he walked up near the front of the crowd, still limping from his injuries.

Wait, what was he doing? He was being a coward yet again.

"Forget about everything else, it's better to die doing what's right then run away with a tail between your legs." he thought. Nows the time to learn from my mistakes.

As he neared Neville and Ginny he stopped, right in his place. He looked around. He was at the cross-road now.

"Come my boy," called Voldemort, egging him closer. Draco starred back into Voldemort's blood red eyes.

"No." he said sternly.