"No!" Theo yelled beside him, but although he had leapt between his memory self and the Dark Lord, the spell still shot from his wand and hit Draco in the chest with a bang, sending his chair flying backwards, the legs shattering beneath him. Draco watched as his memory self fell loudly from the chair this time, smacking the marble with a heavy crunch, his shoulder well and truly crushed. The screaming sounds of pain ripped through the air over and over, causing his present body to prickle and itch uncomfortably. Why would anyone choose this? How could Bellatrix want to be subjected to such a miserable life of pain and suffering. Why did his mother and father exist on this side of the war? Bitter frustration at his parents actions filled his present self. They should know better than to think The Dark Lords regime would not eventuate in their deaths. Now it seemed their blood would be on Draco's hands when he failed to fulfil this task. He knew past Draco blacked out soon and this memory would end and so he stared around the room trying to distract himself from the vivid phantom pain he was starting to feel. Noticing for the first time Nagini's slithering form sat below the table in wait, her yellow serpentine eyes followed his past self withering helplessly on the marble floor. But the screams continued for a few more seconds, making his teeth mash together with the stress of it all. He had done everything he could to occlude this particular memory, spending an hour every evening since building walls around it all to have his work shattered in an instant. The room blurred out of focus and the scenery changed to Malfoy Manor and Draco pouring a whiskey from the cabinet as he waited for his mother to return.