His darkest hour
Alone and in need
Disclaimer: Sadly the world of Harry Potter does not belong to me, it is the wonderful J.K.Rowling's, but the plot of this story is mine!
A/N: Hey guys this is my first fanfic! I hope you all like it, please review and tell me what you think and if you would like me to continue.
He was curled up shaking and twitching violently, as the crutacius curse sent waves of pain through his increasingly frail body. This was his punishment he had known it would come; he had known that the dark lord would not let his failure go unnoticed.
Finally Draco Malfoy felt the intense pain leave his fragile body, even though he was still occasionally twitching. But this wasn't the worst of his punishment; he had already witnessed the cold-blooded murder of his mother (thankfully his father could not be harmed while he was in Azkaban). It had happened on the night that Draco had failed his duty to kill Dumbledore. His mother had been dragged, screaming to face Voldemort himself, who swiftly brought his wand to her chest-which rapidly rose and fell as she panted in fear-and muttered the killing curse. Draco had been forced to watch all this knowing that it was his fault, and that there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it.
Every time Draco thought about this his mind was overcome with guilt, guilt that he was certain would one day drive him to insanity. He was luying in a gutter on some muggle street somewhere, he had been left to die, his body was so battered that he was barely recognisable. His face was a deep purple colour and it was swollen, his body had been repeatedly slashed, punched, and kicked, his bones were broken, and he had been on the end of many dark curses. He drifted in and out of unconsciousness and he thought of how different things would have been if he'd just obeyed and admired the dark lord like everyone else.
But Draco could never think of Voldemort as someone to be admired after he murdered Draco's mother, Narcissa. He hoped desperately that someone would come and rescue him but all hope was beginning to fade from his mind. If only he could have killed Dumbledore then he would still have a family, and he would still feel strong and worthy. Draco almost punched himself as he thought this, if he had killed dumbledore he would have become a murderer, it would have been his darkest hour, he had vowed that he would never become a murderer, he would never sink that low.
It felt to him like time passed so slowly, he wished and hoped that someone would find him, he needed help, for the first time in his life he truly felt that he needed help.
A/N: Well there it was, hope you enjoyed it. Sorry that it was so short but I thought that would be the best place to end it, I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Please r&r! thanx