The dark night sky seemed to show that something horrible had happened. Yet, it could never truly tell the atrocities laid forth on that sinister night. Two figures tore along the forgotten roads that lead to the deepest fears of most mortals. No words were exchanged, for there were no words that could explain what had just occurred. The most callous act of betrayal was nothing compared to what Professor Snape had just done.

Draco Malfoy felt Severus Snape’s hand tighten around his arm as the two rounded another shadowy corner. There was no time to pause. Draco made a motion to speak, but Snape quickly silenced him with a single glance. The Unbreakable Vow had been forged and completed. The impossible had been accomplished and nothing would ever be the same.

Albus Dumbledore was dead.

Draco felt his body shudder. The Dark Lord would not be pleased with the course of action he had failed to take. His mouth grew dry as he recalled the last words Dumbledore had spoken to him. Even in his gravest hour, he had offered him solace and protection.

“This way,” Snape hissed as he started towards another direction.

Draco glared at him. “Where are we going?”

Snape didn’t answer. The further they traveled the more winding the road became. This was a place Draco had never seen before. Was Snape taking them into hiding? Didn’t he realize that nobody could hide from the Dark Lord?

“I’m not going any further until you answer me,” Draco said sternly as he snatched his arm out of Snape’s grasp.

“I’m taking you to your mother,” Snape said in a low murmur.

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Foolish boy!” Snape lashed out. “Do you realize what has just happened?”

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