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Terror. He swallowed as he understood. It was certainly an effective method, if irrational. But so were dementors, he rationalized; if the Ministry of Magic would send people like him to eternal torture then they were clearly beyond rational. But Draco's throat was clogged with hesitation.
It wasn't right. But there was nothing he could do. The war had never been his to sway. Father made that decision. Better to protect the family rather than rebel against the strongest wizard alive. Dumbledore was as good as dead at this point. Draco swallowed the poisonous Malfoy fury and nodded to himself.