AN- Firstly, Hello to everyone who has decided this sounds interesting enough to read. I want to begin by letting you know this opening 'chapter' is my way of testing the water. It's going to be extremely dark and demented for a while and I'd like to know what people think so far. If it is well received I will continue with longer chapters.
I welcome constructive criticism especially since I haven't written much in quite some time, however I do not appreciate reviews just to hate and bash my work. This will be eventually a Harry/Draco slash, If you don't like the idea of that then you should probably stop here. If you don't like violence and gore or if swearing isn't your cup of tea, please stop here.
Otherwise, I've held you up long enough, Read on and if you wouldn't mind let me know what you think and if I should continue with this idea or not.
Another longer chapter is already in the workings...
~J.D ShadowFox~
The end to a war no matter how great, is meaningless if nothing is done to correct the reason the war was started to begin with and thus the downfall of Voldemort at the hands of Harry Potter and the end of the second great wizarding war mean nothing,...
Six months had passed since the end of the second great wizarding war and no one was over it, all had lost someone they loved, no one had gotten by unscathed. Many witches and wizards opened the paper every morning to read the updated lists of missing and confirmed dead the numbers were in the hundreds.
As the days went by people quit hoping and began to try to move forward in a daze, joy and peace still dull in the backs of their minds with the thoughts of loved ones lost painfully in the forefront.
Still they went no with their lives slowly learning how to smile again and how to laugh again.
The ministry of magic had become busier than ever but not on changing anything and not on protecting citizens, The new minister had decided the most important course of action would be to raid the homes of any family who had any affiliation to known deatheaters, regardless of rather the family knew what their great nephew twice removed had been into.
Some of the manors no longer had occupants to live in them anyway, the family having either been deatheaters or killed. One such manor was the centuries old Malfoy manor, the team of aurors tasked to the massive home had been there since the week after the war had been brought to an end.
"Six damn months and we still haven't found all of the bloody traps in this place." One of the ministries aurors exclaimed looking at the floor in front of him where an extremely large vase had fallen from a trap door in the ceiling.
"I don't know why we don't just board it up and torch it." another commented with a shake of his head walking into the ballroom where the vase had fallen. "You alright Dylan?" he asked.
"Come on Frank you know that if the ministry can't find an heir they get this place and imagine the value." Dylan shook his head. "But I'm fine it missed me." He stepped around the vase moving cautiously further across the ballroom casting spells to locate hexes and traps as well as items that could be considered dark contraband,
"Well I'd say they will probably get it." Frank snorted. "The Malfoy kid has been missing for over a year there are no other Malfoy heirs, the family is about to die out." He walked across to a piano running his fingers over the keys before walking away with a sigh, "I think this ones clean." he commented in a bored tone. Suddenly a groaning sound echoed around the room and Dylan let out a scream running full force in the opposite direction.
Frank turned in time to see the piano grow four more legs and scuttle across the floor after him like a spider crashing into things as it chased him through the room, snapping its lid at him.
"What the hell is that?!" Dylan shouted diving through the open door which was too small for the piano to fit through.
"It's a piano you moron." Frank replied sarcastically running out the door before turning and firing a blasting hex at the piano creature it exploded into a million splinters and sent ivory keys flying. "And it's probably protecting something." he decided stepping through the debris into back into the ballroom walking across the floor and around the walls.
Dylan soon joined him and together they canvased every inch of the ballroom unable to find anything. "I think it was a hoax." Dylan finally decided. "It was intended to keep us busy in here.."
Frank shook his head looking at a tapestry on the wall depicting a castle and knights guarding the great castle door. "We are missing something." He insisted, he'd been with the Aurors a long time and he trusted his gut, but he couldn't find anything to prove his gut was right this time and he finally turned to leave stepping through the debris again slipping on one of the ivory keys he caught himself on a torch sconce on the wall. The torch moved forward and there was a loud rumbling and a great whoosh of air like a vacuum seal being broken
Frank began to gag as a terrible smell of death and decay billowed into the room from behind the tapestry which was no longer tight on the wall but hanging loose. Dylan wretched in the corner for a few minutes before he was able to get a spell in place to block the smell following Frank who was already back at the tapestry. He pulled it back looking into the dark room behind it. Dylan cast a light inside looking around cautiously.
The room wasn't very large and contained only a few pieces of furniture and a large cage in the corner.
"It smells terrible in here, what the hell is this place." Frank questioned still with his arm over his face even though he had the spell to block the odor.
Dylan took the chance of lighting the torches flinching and waiting but nothing happened as the room was illuminated and they could see inside the cell. In the center of the room was a mortician style table equipped with wrist and ankle shackles both which held feet and hands but no body, Dylan gagged and dry heaved at the sight and the dried blood where the body should have laid.
"Where is the body then?" He finally managed to choke out looking at a table spread with various tools ,blades and potions vials.
"I think I know." Frank cleared his throat shining a light into the cage like cell which couldn't have been more than six foot by five but contained at least half a dozen bodies in various stages of decomposition and mutilation.
"These were some sick bastards." Dylan shook his head in anger and disgust, Frank shook his head,
"Where is the key we found in the study?" he questioned. Dylan pulled it from his pocket handing it over.
Frank put it in the lock of the cell hoping it would work as he turned it and the lock clicked he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and opened the door stepping in.
"Dylan there's a fresh one in here." He called out and headed over to the lone form in the opposite corner, he was filthy with long matted hair covered in dirt and blood just leaning against the bars like he had fallen asleep there and not woken again, there were no signs of decomposition like the other mutilated corpses had.
"That's not possible." Dylan came closer looking in seeing for himself. "Unless he was..." He trailed off looking at the corpses. "You know, to survive."
Frank nodded. "He may have been, wonder why they didn't torture him, unless they didn't get the chance." He murmured turning to see if he could make any identifications.
"Frank!" Dylan shouted too late as he tried to run into the cell before the door slammed shut re-locking itself and Frank was attacked from behind and brought to the ground. He felt searing pain in his neck before a warmth spread through his body and everything went black.