She didn’t want to ask anything else, but he continued, "I killed my father first. After the Battle of Hogwarts, we couldn’t get back to the Manor, so we were forced to hide; but not for long. Voldemort found us not a week later. He called my father a traitor and he wanted vengeance but didn’t want to do it himself. He asked me to do it, to kill my father. He claimed he saw potential in me, and if I tried hard enough, I could achieve great things, as great as Voldemort’s deeds. He said he would make me great if only I killed my traitor father for him." Malfoy scoffed, but it came out something like a mixture of a hiss and a growl. "Of course, I said I wouldn’t do it, even though father begged me to. You see," he looked at her, but his eyes were distant, he didn’t really see her, "back then I still thought there was hope for me, that if I fight back hard enough, everything would be all right in the end. I truly believed I could refuse Voldemort. But he already had a plan for me, he knew what I was going to become."