Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling
I'm not evil
When my aunt, Bellatrix, came to fetch me, I had no idea what to expect. There, in my living room, was Weasley, Granger, and....Potter. Great.
They want me to identify them, but I don't want to. True, I don't particularly like any of them, but I don't want them to die either. And...I don't like being a Death Eater, I'm not evil. I would run away if wouldn't cause my death, and the death of my parents.
"I can't be sure," I finally said. Technically, it was true. I knew it was them, but there was something wrong with Potter's face. "What's wrong with his face?" I thought that would be the end of it, but they asked me to identify them again a minute later. How had I been looking forward to this last year?
"Draco, isn't that the Granger girl, and Weasley?" What was I supposed to say? "Maybe," I settled on. A moment later I said, "Yeah." They knew it was them anyway. I didn't want to die, and I was sure they had some way of escaping. If they died because of me, I would never forgive myself.