Summer going into year 6, my father tried turning me and my brothers into Death Eaters like he did to our mother. Orion gave in easily, knowing that my father won't hesitate to kill him. Thomas escaped and disappeared until the battle started. We were so worried about him for those two years. He later said that he went back to Sprucedale, Canada. I, on the other hand, was being murdered by Fenrir Greyback for refusing to join them. Luckily, as I passed out, I heard Draco's voice.

I woke up the next day at St. Mungo's Hospital. Draco was there, and he explained a deal he made with Voldemort. 

"I joined them." He said.

"W- what?" I say in shock.

"They were gonna kill me," he says as he starts to sob. "But you don't ever have to join them as long as I succeed."

"Draco... what did you do?" I ask.

"I have to kill Dumbledore."

Draco's deal was that if he could kill Dumbledore, Voldemort won't force me to be a Death Eater. Well, Draco technically suceeded, although Snape took over, it still counted. So luckily I never was a Death Eater. 

The Battle of Hogwarts in year 7 was hard though. Orion had to fight against us. Draco was supposed to, but he decided to fight alongside me the whole time. But it was nice that Thomas and a lot of other Alumni came back to fight with us. I lost one of my best friends that day, Fred Weasley. The worst part about it is that my father killed him. I still carry that guilt with me today.