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VIII

Draco Malfoy

I Apparate back at the Malfoy manor at midnight.

I had to torture four people, a girl and three boys, the people who mentioned Harry Potter could be alive, dark lord wanted everyone to watch while I kill them slowly and he wanted me to do it because I didn't have any choice.

They were crying, screaming from pain, blood flowing down their bodies as they were hanging in front of everyone, they'll be hung there in between the square, rotting, until there nothing left on their bones.

Harry Potter's name was forbidden and Dark lord wanted everyone to know the consequences of even taking his name.

I can still see the whole scene right in front of my eyes as I'm standing in the living room, with the darkness surrounding me.

The sun beating down on the dusty square, casting long shadows over the crowd gathered there. Their eyes were fixed on the four figures hanging from the gallows, their bodies twitching in agony as they slowly suffocated.

One of the boys suddenly stopped moving, his head lolling to the side. The girl's eyes were wide with fear, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe.

The boy who was still alive, was staring at me, his face filled with terror. The crowd was silent, watching the spectacle, but I could feel their eyes on me, judging me.

The atmosphere in the square was thick with tension and dread. Everyone held their breath as the first victim's lifeless body swayed gently in the breeze.

As the second boy gasped his last, a hush fell over the crowd. They watched in horror as life left his eyes, knowing that they could be next.

The girl's eyes darted around the crowd, pleading for someone to help her. She could feel the rope burning into her wrists as she struggled against it. One of the remaining boys, his face contorted with fear and pain,

Another one of the boys succumbed, his body going slack before his feet dangled in the air. There was only one left on the gallows now, the girl who was still clinging on with all her strength, breathing rapidly, her whole body trembling with fear.

The crowd was whispering amongst themselves, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. The girl's legs were still twitching, every minute more torturous for her than the last, and her breath was becoming more rapid and shallow.

The only sound heard amongst all the whispers and breathing and gasping for air was the girl begging for mercy. "Please! Please, please. Someone help! I didn't do anything! Please, please, I'm sorry..." her voice cracked with every word as her eyes darted around, searching for someone to save her.

The crowd's breath came in short bursts, but their eyes hadn't strayed from the girl's body swaying in the wind.

She was still begging for her life, her feet dangling, barely twitching now as she began loosing power to keep fighting.

Her pleas and cries were all in vain as her legs finally gave up. Her body went limp hanging on the wooden block and I felt my body relax with relief as I walked out of the square, feeling numb. I had been relieved and disgusted with myself at the same time, and the mark didn't sting anymore as I walked away, my mind filled only with the memory of her pleads for mercy and the fear in her eyes.