Mistakes We Make
This story is DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This story touches on very dark Themes such as language, rape(non graphic) and torture and some graphic injuries of war! MIGHT HAVE CHARACTER DEATH! This takes place during the Malfoy Manor in the Deathly Hallows! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Disclaimer!!! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. J.k. Rowling Does! I DO NOT profit from this.
CHAPTER ONE
"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SWORD?!" The snarling scream echoed like a shot through the dark manor. "If you don't answer me I'll let the dogs have you!"
"IT'S A FAKE! PLEASE, JUST A COPY." Hermione cried, her sobs tearing through her broken ribs. Draco Malfoy stood against the wall, swallowing back the urge to run. He couldn't stand this. He never imagined that this way of life would be quite so bad. He thought of the power promised to him by his father. But now he felt like he was licking the floor… as low as he could get.
Hermione Granger. Her screams and watching Bellatrix taunt and torture her made his eyes sting. He had to do something. He was done with this life. He wanted out. And now here is his opportunity.
"Very well… we'll just have to see about that. Draco, go get the goblin. Greyback… you can have the little bitch for now. Don't kill her." Draco rushed out of the room, his stomach dropping as the deranged werewolf dragged Hermione away, her bruised and bleeding arms clawing the ground. He patted his pockets for Thomas, Weasley and Potter's wands. Getting down to the door he shouted out to them, "Backs against the wall! NOW!"
He shoved the door open, wiping his brow nervously. Potter's hand was planted firmly against Weasley's chest, who snarled at him. "Listen, I don't have a whole lot of time. I need to take the goblin upstairs, I'm not locking the door. You need to get out of here! SOON!" Draco whispers, desperately, he tosses their wands towards them and backs away. "Come on Goblin."
Draco jingles the lock and runs up the stairs with the goblin in tow. The closer he gets to the room the more he can hear terrible lust filled moaning and huffing. Hermione's cries of pain and despair echoing down. He passes the goblin off to Aunt Bella before beginning to inch towards the closed door where Hermione is. His wand clenched in his fist
He can hear the goblin confirming the sword is false and then the faint pop of apparation. "What was that? Draco… go check… no wait, Wormtail! Call Wormtail!"
Draco sighs and continues inching towards the door. His mother glances at him but no one else gives him a second glance. Then, with an almighty crash, Harry, and Ron rush into the room, wands flashing with spells. Colours fill the room and collide with walls and people. Draco sprints towards the room with Hermione in it and crashes through the door. The scene before him makes him shudder and fight the urge to vomit. Hot rage covers him like a cloak as he raises his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" He shouts. The emerald flash smashes into the disgusting beast, blasting him away from the prone figure, lying naked on the cold stone.
Behind him he can hear yells and the sizzle of spells. Stomach heaving, he rips his satin cloak off and wraps Hermione's thin, pale and naked body in it. A desperate yell behind him speeds him up and he rushes Hermione up. Her glazed eyes glued to his face. "Come on Granger! You have got to get up!"
His quiet urgings bring her back to the present and she heaved herself up from the floor. They rush out of the room, side by side and watch as Dobby appears above, on the chandelier. Draco herds her in front of him and they make a mad dash under the creaking crystal chandelier. His mother's cry of dismay as Dobby steals her wand and Bellatrix shouting a curse, were drowned out by the crashing chandelier. White light sizzles and the chandelier bursts into millions of fragments, the weight of the steal landing on his shoulder hardy processes, as the curse continues rushing towards his exposed back. Harry Potter's shout of "Protego!" only slows down the Dark spell. A sharp stinging pain collides with Draco's back, and dripped down, sending him forward. He and Hermione slam into the group huddled together, as Dobby disapparated. Draco feels the hot wet, blood and boiling acid drip down his back. His knees sank into cold, wet sand. He collapsed beside another body and his vision went black.