Chapter Text
Prologue
The air is thick with pain and guilt and torment. A heavy, putrid smell of betrayal. He is choking, clutching at his throat as he sinks to his knees.
He screams and a hand clasps over his mouth. His chest explodes, and he is sobbing and shouting, his body shrunk as if he wants to fit inside a small small pocket of nothingness.
Someone grasps his shoulders and turns him around and when, through tear filled eyes, he realises who it is, his hands clench around their neck.
"You fucking bastard. You fucking fucking bastard ."
He's shaking now, barely breathing through his anger. "It should've been me. Do you hear me? It's all your fault. You should've helped him. You should've helped him ."
Here his voice breaks and his face goes rigid. And then there's a blinding white, a fading comforting voice and Draco is falling back
back
back.