Draco speaking with Crabbe about his mission

"I have to kill him. That's what the Dark Lord wants," Draco hissed, his voice low and urgent. Crabbe nodded, his expression a mix of fear and determination.

Rose's ears perked up at the sound of Draco's voice, the potion suddenly forgotten in the face of this new, terrifying revelation. She ducked behind a tapestry, heart hammering in her chest, trying to make out the rest of their conversation.

"But he's powerful, Malfoy," Crabbe protested weakly. "You aren't even a fully qualified wizard."

"The Dark Lord has faith in me," Draco said with a cold shaky confidence that sent chills down Rose's spine. "And if I fail..." He pondered for a moment, then leaned in closer to Crabbe. "Well, let's just say the consequences would be dire. For me."

Rose wonder who Voldemort wants Draco to kill. Could it be Dumbledore? Her heart races with the thought, and she leans in closer to the tapestry, straining to hear more.

"But why you, Draco?" Crabbe's voice was a low rumble. "Why not someone else?"

Rose's eyes widened, her heart racing so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest. This was it. The moment she had been dreading, the moment she had feared would come.

"It's because of my blood," Draco whispered, his voice barely carrying to her hidden position. "My family's legacy. And because he knows I can do it. My father locked away. He failed, so it's my turn to restore... Revealio."

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