At another corner of the Hall at the Slytherin table stood the boy with platinum blonde hair, the mischievous smirk and smile missing, his posture drooping almost at the hopelessness of the situation. Draco Malfoy had lost all his arrogance once he saw what the Dark Lord was really, he had seen his mother crucio'd for his father's indiscretions and failures. He had become a shell of his former self watching the Dark Lord and his death eaters committing atrocities in his house. Atrocities he couldn't bare to look, murder, torture and other vile things his father and his old friends partook along with Greyback the werewolf. He lost the contents of his stomach, the first time he was forced to torture a muggle girl. Her screams still haunt his dreams, she had the same red blood as him. Her begging and pleading reminded him of the truth of the so called Dark side. He couldn't fight for anyone, he just wanted to get away from it all. The only person he cared was his mother. He wished he could flee to another part of the world with his mother, yet he knew the Dark Lord will hunt them down. His only hope that Potter could somehow defeat the Dark Lord and his father.