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Drsco stared red in the mirror breathing heavily. He could do it. He would do it. He was strong. He was powerful. He knew he had to win the War against these half-breeds. They didn't deserve what they were given. They weren't as powerful, not in the least bit. His grip on the sink stiffened, his knuckle so growing white. A lone tear fell down his cheek as fought away the lump in his throat. Before he had a chance to compose himself, he heard a scurrying of feet, grabbing his wand in a rage of white fury, he dodged the spell fired his way. Using his death eater training he cast away the spells thrown at him by none other than Potter himself.
The stress was getting to him and in a moment of weakness, his spell missed protecting him, and he was hit by a curse he knew vaguely. He heard the echo of the spell ringing in his ears.
"Sectumsempra" over and over. He had cast that spell before, he put people through the torture it caused. They always withered in pain, blacking out from it after seconds. He suddenly knew why. White hot pain shot through every length of his body. He tried to grab his wand, fighting the pain but his wand was kicked away. He could no longer see the blood was ringing in his ears. The pain was unbearable, he would have preferred death over this torture.
Thats when she came up to him. She knelt down next to him, soaking herself in his blood and the water erupting from the tap. She hovered her hand over his wound and he hissed in pain. But then he felt it. She starred at him in the eyes, concentrating hard, he felt the pain start to subside. Not by much, but enough for him to take a deep breath,
"Kiss me" she whispered, her voice horse, quieter than a whisper. She started to lean in. He wanted to turn away. She was what he was fighting against but his body couldn't move. He left her lips connect with hers and at first he was still reuctant, his body couldn't fight anymore he gave in. As soon as he kissed her back, the pain was gone. He kissed harder and he flew his wounds healing. The feeling was coming back, he couldn't remember the pain. She broke the kiss. Checked his now non-existent wounds and walked away.
He took a straying breath and looked over himself, unable to see any scar, any Mark at all. His eyes flicked down to his forearm where his dark Mark too had disappeared. He looked in the mirror. The scars under his eyes had gone, the creases in his brow had vanished.
It was in that moment that he realised that, although she had muggle parents she was more powerful than him. It was then that he realised all his prejudices were unjust, insane. In that moment, he had switched sides. It was in that moment that he realised his mistakes, just how wrong he was. It was then that he knew what he had to do.
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