With one last glance at Blaise, Draco nodded and handed him the bottle back. He then steeled his resolve and took the last few steps to the top of the tower. He sucked in a sharp breath as memories of his aunt Bella assaulted his senses. Her cackling laughter. Her menacing whisper in his ear. Then flashes of an old man, a weak, old man. One who didn’t deserve to die at his hands.