Malfoy Draco

You and Draco had been friends since childhood, your parents were good acquaintances, one could say almost friends, so you and Draco spent most of your childhood together. You entered Hogwarts together, both in Slytherin. You sat at the same desk, sat next to each other at breakfast, and went to Hogsmeade. But sixth year began, and Draco became distant, arriving at school later than everyone else, becoming secretive, and constantly avoiding you. Even from a distance, you could see the dark circles under his eyes and the terrible fatigue. And no matter how hard you tried to talk to him or even get a little closer, he always slipped away. A month later, a letter arrived from my parents. Just a few lines and a family crest sealed in wax. "Come home immediately. The fireplace is open." You immediately realized something was wrong, so you hurried to pack a small bag with the essentials and returned home through the Floo. But what greeted you weren't your kind parents with smiles and soft hugs, but your parents' tired faces and Voldemort's piercing gaze. "It's time to take the mark, girl. Be as obedient and calm as Malfoy." The Lord spoke in a rough, snake-like voice.