You are (Y/N) Lestrange, a sixth year Slytherin. You were forced into being a Deatheater by your parents, even though you didn't want to be one. You were giving an assignment along with your cousin Draco. You had to kill Dumbledore. I knew I couldn't do it. You know what your parents did to your friend Neville's parents you felt awful because of it.
*Your POV*
"If we use the cabinet, then we would have extra help." Draco said.
Neither of us wanted to do this. Draco was only doing this to protect his mother. Why was I doing it? Because my mother is forcing me to.
"I know you don't want to do this, but we have to." Draco said in reply to my silence.
"I know." I sighed.
"I have to go,I'm going to be late to meet Neville." I said before rushing out of the R.o.R. and towards the greenhouse.
Neville had offered to tutor me for herbology, since I am hardly passing the class.
"Sorry I'm late." I said as I entered the greenhouse.
"Don't worry about it, let's get started." he said, smiling softly at me.
I rolled up my sleeves as to not get them dirty. When I noticed my mistake, it was too late. Neville stared at me, eyes wide.
"It's not-" I started.
"You're just like them!" He exclaimed upset, cutting me off.
I quickly exited the greenhouse, not being able to face him any longer. A lone tear trailed down my cheek as I hurried into the castle.
It took almost a month of hard work until the cabinet was ready. It was tonight, tonight we were letting them in. All day I felt like I was going to throw up. Eventually, the time came. Draco and I entered the R.o.R. right before the Deatheater came through the cabinet. They all hurried up to the tower, Draco and I following close behind. We found Dumbledore and Draco pointed his wand at him, his hand shaking. When Draco didn't do anything, Snape pushed him out of the way, pointing his own wand at Dumbledore.
"Severus, please." Dumbledore spoke.
"Avada kedavra!"
Dumbledore as dead, falling from the tower. My heart sunk as all of us Deatheaters hurried down from the tower, starting to attack the students. I ended up casting shielding charms on all of the younger children, not wanting them to get hurt. Many of the older students were fighting back, including Neville. He caught my eye as I was hurrying through the castle. I was about to look away when I saw who was creeping up behind him. my mother had her wand raised towards Neville. Before she was able to say anything, I whipped out my wand, pointing it at her. Sure, she was my mother but I hated her. She was the one who forced me into this. Neville's eyes went wide, probably thinking that I was going to do something to him since he hadn't seen my mother.
"Stupefy!" I yelled, sending the spell past Neville.
My mother flew backwards, crashing into a wall and falling unconscious. Neville looked over his shoulder when the spell had passed on his left, seeing what had happened.
"You-"
"I couldn't let her hurt you." I said, walking towards my mother's body.
Neville stopped me.
"I'm sorry." He said, looking at me guiltily.
"I can't really blame you, but I never wanted to be a part of this." I said.
I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. He looked at me shocked, a blush gracing his cheeks.
"We better go help the others, Greyback is around here somewhere and he can do quite a bit of damage." I said, moving to walk away.
Neville grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards him. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine.
"I'm guessing I'm not like them, right?" I asked when we pulled away.
"Definitely not." Neville said, smiling down at me.
"As much as I'm loving this, we really do have to go help the others." I said.
We both raced off to help fight alongside some of the other students.
