This is written for HSWW {C&A}!

Newt Scamander's Suitcase!

Task Two: Blast Ended Skrewt- [Emotion] Anger

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I'm in Gryffindor!

[WC: 354]

Draco stood and watched as his aunt tortured Hermione. He knew where his family loyalties lay and that he had to follow in their footsteps; but it still felt wrong. Humans weren't meant to do this; we were supposed to coexist with each other. He had thought his only nemesis in life was Potter and his sidekicks. But was it possible to hate your family?

He wanted to step up and make Bellatrix stop, but for some reason he couldn't. He felt nausea roll over him in waves, bile was churning in his esophagus. His feet stood rooted to the spot, and he felt his mother's hand squeezing his arm.

He felt anger towards his father for getting him in this mess, Draco just wanted to be a normal seventeen year old boy. But he had that right taken from him. He wanted to be brave just once in his life; but reaching deep down he could find no courage to do the right thing.

He watched as Harry and Ron appeared in the parlour, saving Hermione from the further torture. He watched as the house elf who had raised him take his aunts wand. Suddenly he gained his footing, and he stumbled over to Harry thrusting his wand in the other boys hand.

He hoped it would be enough; if only it would be enough.

The chandelier crashed over his aunt and before it could harm her, she jumped away. Dobby had started to whisk them away before she threw her dagger. Draco hoped it led to nowhere.

Maybe Harry was no longer his nemesis, but he still hate hatred in anger in his heart. What were they doing that was taking so long to end this war? They were lucky none of them were killed; they were lucky that Voldemort didn't have a chance to appear.

Draco knew then, that when the final battle did happen, he would fight for the light side. Because a world where Voldemort reigned was not one that he would survive. He only hoped that they would take him in.