Hello Harry Potter fans! I'm new to the Harry Potter fanfiction community, so please go easy on me. I have written one complete story for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and am currently working on my second. I'm pretty new to fanfiction, but I hope you'll like me all the same! Just so you all know, I'm into a whole lot of things…too many things, at that! :) Read my bio if you want to know! I'm going to be writing a lot on fanfiction while I'm here, and I just hope you all like and accept me! Read on, everyone!
Pain.
It wasn't the ordinary pain that you feel when you've cut your knee, or banged your elbow, or even burn yourself on a stove.
No. It was a searing pain, one worse than poor Draco Malfoy has ever felt before in his entire life.
It was a white- hot pain that coursed through his whole body, head to toe, front to back, everywhere.
Cries of pure agony escaped his lips and he writhed on the ground, hoping and praying that he could somehow escape this pain he felt…but nothing worked. Draco screamed louder than he's ever screamed in his life.
The pain was truly unbearable.
When will it end? Why do I feel this way? What's happening? he managed to think.
Draco didn't know where he was or what was happening to him. All he knew was that he was on a stone- cold floor, screaming from the unknown source of pain consuming him.
He couldn't even open his eyes, for it felt like his body was being shattered and his head split open.
Minutes or hours passed…Draco didn't even know anymore. But it felt like a really long time.
Just kill me, he thought. I can't take it anymore, just kill me…please…
Then, when he thought it was all over, when he couldn't take the pain any longer, when he wanted to die more than ever…the pain diminished just like that.
However, he still felt fatally wounded, and stayed, face down, on the solid ground, panting heavily.
He heard muffled voices above him, probably his attackers, and felt his body being roughly dragged over to sit against a nearby wall.
His head rolled onto his left shoulder, for he felt as though his neck was about to snap.
Draco couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't even open his eyes, which seems like such a simple task performed by millions every day.
The only thing he could do was try and steady his breathing as best he could…he didn't want to slip into unconsciousness. Not yet, at least. He needed to figure out who attacked him and where-
But something clicked in his mind and he knew instantly where he was…he was in the Malfoy Mansion. His own home.
Okay, he knew where he was…but who attacked him? The last thing he could remember was talking to his father, Lucius, and-
But his thoughts were interrupted, for he found his hearing to be much sharper than it was before…and he heard a cold, menacing voice. A voice that sounded light, but then again, sounded a bit heavy. It was a worn sort of voice, like it has been through a lot.
However, it was distinguishable, even to Draco's still somewhat muffled ears, and it was the sort of voice that had only one owner. The sort of voice that had no one like it in the world. The sort of voice that belonged to a man who killed countless Wizards and Witches in his time. The sort of voice that belonged to…Him.
Draco knew the voice right away…it belonged to, none other, than Lord Voldemort, himself.
He was the one who attacked him, Draco was sure of it! Who else would curse him like that, out of the blue? And he was pretty sure it was the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses that causes excruciating pain. Something that he never wanted to go through again, that was for sure.
But Draco was confused. He agreed to everything the Dark Lord commanded to him. He agreed to use the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement and sneak the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, and even agreed to…to kill Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco felt a surge of guilt rush through him and wish Lord Voldemort never ordered him to kill Dumbledore…the only person in the Wizarding World that, though he hated to admit it, made him feel safe. Safe from Voldemort.
And how was he supposed to take down one of the greatest Wizards of all time? Draco was only in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore was way more experienced than he probably ever will be.
But besides that, Draco still didn't understand why he would do such a thing to him, when he was currently working on using the vanishing cabinet and making, in his opinion, very good progress.
Was he taking too long? Or did Voldemort simply just want to torture him for the fun of it?
Draco did not know, and these thoughts made him shudder.
Suddenly, he realized he had full control of his senses now, and could hear pretty good. Adrenaline, probably. He could have opened his eyes, but he chose not to, for he didn't want to give away that he was awake and fully aware. Draco wanted- no. He needed to find out why Voldemort cursed him, so that he wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"…but, my Lord-" Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, said.
"No!" shouted Voldemort. "You had no reason to act like that, Lucius! Using the Cruciatis on your own son!? I have to admit, I never thought you had it in you, to curse him like that and you have very well pleased me. However, why did you do it, when you knew Draco is essential to my plan?"
Draco snapped his eyes open and sat there, stunned. He looked up at his father…well, he wasn't really his father, if he cared about him that little.
"W- What?" Draco whimpered, his voice had cracked.
Both pairs of eyes snapped over to the young, hurt, and shocked boy sitting up against the wall.
Nobody said anything for a few moments, until Lucius said, "Draco, my dear boy," though he said it rather hesitantly, like he didn't really mean it.
Draco noticed this and replied, "Father…you- you wouldn't. You couldn't. Y- you were the one who used the C- Cruciatis on me?"
Lucius tried to say something, but failed, and turned to Voldemort for some sort of help, but all the pale man said was, "This is all on you, Lucius. You handle this."
And turning to the door he added, "And don't think I didn't know why you tried to kill your own son. It wasn't that hard to figure out that you were jealous of Draco for getting to murder Dumbledore, instead of you."
"My Lord-" Lucius tried to say.
"Don't bother denying it!" Voldemort yelled, as he turned around and pointed his wand directly at the old Malfoy. "I saw your face when I ordered Draco to do this! You were undoubtedly upset and wanted nothing more than to kill the boy, probably say it was suicide, and make me choose you for the task, instead!"
Lucius stayed silent, shivering from the touch of the Dark Wizard's wand at his neck.
"You know, Lucius," Voldemort said. "I would very much love to watch you die from my hand…but you are still a valuable asset. I need you. But next time you pull a stunt like that to one of my other followers, especially Draco before he gets a chance to kill Dumbledore," he warned, "I will not be so forgiving."
"T- Thank you, my Lord," Lucius stuttered.
But that was all Draco could hear, for he was too exhausted to stay awake any longer. And the pain he felt, when he realized his own father tried to murder him to get him out of the way, certainly didn't help with his condition.
Tears found their way down his cheeks, as he thought more about it, and he eventually closed his eyes shut.
Darkness overtook him in a matter of mere seconds, and Draco slid into unconsciousness, with the thought of his murderous and untrustworthy father still fresh in his mind.
Well, this is officially my first complete chapter in my first, on- going Harry Potter fanfic! I hope all you readers liked it and, sorry, but Draco, I find, is a very complex and interesting character to write about. He could go either way, to the Bad or the Good side. Well, you'll just have to wait and find out which side Draco chooses then, hahaha! I know, I'm so evil, but hey, it's what I do best! Okay, I'll post the next chapter soon! Please review and tell me what you think!
