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"At first, I was grateful. You were the only one who took my side when everyone else treated me like a lunatic. But I've realized something now. You can't save my family. Someone has to be sacrificed to end this nightmare anyway. Did it never cross your mind that it could be you? I'm sorry, but it had to be this way." . He was falling apart. Draco, who trembled like a leaf every night under Voldemort's threats, collapsing in tears before the Vanishing Cabinet. Loving that miserable boy was my sin. Feeling that if he broke, I would die too, I dirtied my hands night after night. I smuggled Dark Arts components and spent the hours until dawn repairing the cabinet until my hands were blistered. And on that day, when Draco smiled brightly and kissed my forehead, saying, "The cabinet is finally fixed, thank you," I felt like I owned the world. So why was this taken away from me again? Before I could even enjoy it. It happened the next morning. With a loud bang, the dormitory door burst open as Ministry Aurors and professors rushed in. From under my bed and inside my bag, they pulled out Dark Arts items I had never even seen before, along with cursed objects suspected to belong to Voldemort. When I looked up again, I saw Draco standing there—the boy I was stupid enough to still love—looking down at me with utter contempt.