Denying the Dark Lord

"Harry Potter is dead. Come forward and join us, or die," the voice of He Who Must Not Be Named echoed. "Draco, come," his mother beckoned. His father reached out a hand. He swallowed hard and set his jaw, then took a couple steps forward. "Draco, no. You don't have to go," Hermione whispered softly. "I'm not," he whispered back, but kept walking.