"You’ll regret that.  Avada Kedavra! " Draco yelled, waving Hermione’s wand. He had grabbed it from the night stand before leaving their room. It was always good to have a spare, he reasoned. For emergencies. A murder or two. The man’s body hit the floor with a sickening thud, the image of his lifeless eyes branding itself in Draco’s memory. Possibly forever.