Draco was depressed. Soon, the Dark Lord would lose his patience and kill his family. He had failed just like his father…Only his Aunt Bella was useful to the Dark Lord’s eyes.

Then he turned around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” Ginny asked. She knew she shouldn’t be fraternizing with the enemy, but he looked really miserable

“I don’t need your help Weasley.” He said coldly, but he was glad for the sympathy

“Suit yourself, go and be miserable then.” She retorted angrily as she stalked off with Draco watching her from behind.