Chapter 1- At a Loss

I thought no one would save me or even help me, but I was running out of options. After I started the summer before my sixth year at Hogwarts, I was faced with a nightmare many thought dead for years and yet there he was standing to greet me as I entered my house for the summer.

"Is this your son Lucius?"

"Indeed, he is, My Lord."

The man in front of me had no nose and wore nothing but black, which made is pale skin eerie rather than luminescent like my Father who stood beside him, and had a snake that coiled around his feet as if preparing to strike.

"If you wish me to not kill your parents you will do what I ask of you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"You will see. Grab him men!"

I was being pulled away from the front door and towards the dungeon that hadn't been used in years. This man was Voldemort someone I had only ever heard of how ruthless he could be. I knew I couldn't be reckless or I would die. I watched as both my wrists were chained to the wall without me trying to scream, and all the while he watched me. He finally smirked at me when my eyes met his.

"Did you know that when purebloods started popping up Merlin gave them a curse for fear they'd get together and decided to kill him? It is said that this curse can only be put into effect when the body and mind is so broken up that even loved ones don't know who it is. I want to see what this curse does."

He picked up a fire poker and dug it into my skin sinking it in as I screamed. Thus, started the torture so cruel and horrible that I couldn't even speak and my screams were beginning to hurt. Days of this lead to not remembering how I got there or when it was. I was barely even human anymore and yet he kept trying to steal me from myself, but no matter how much blood I was caked in or how long I was trapped I didn't allow for my mind to be conquered by this monster who claimed to be a man.

I don't remember how long I was down there when he finally just tried talking to me. I ignored him, which isn't a good idea I guess since it got much worse after that. I was beaten every day, no stopping or breaks and very little to eat. I wondered if this is what hell was like or if it could get even worse than this. But it did. He'd add more to what was done to me every day when finally, he asked me to join him. All I had to do was accept him and follow him and I could be free, my father would sometimes join him in trying to persuade me it didn't work.

"Father, I would rather die than end up like you." He stopped coming when I said that to him. I remember that for the longest time no one would come down to see me and then suddenly one day something strange joined me in the dungeons. Or should I say someone. Luna Lovegood. She was a strange one because when she saw me she didn't flinch back but cried at seeing me. I was at a loss for words and was scared for the first time since I had been down there and I too cried.

Eventually more people are put in the dungeon with me, but the most shocking was Harry Potter. They didn't think it was him so they threw him down there with me. He spoke with his friends and I heard his voice. I nearly panicked when he approached me.

"Who are you?"

His face had been distorted but his eyes had stayed the same bright emerald green that I always envied. I spoke with my harsh voice that was chalky compared to his velvety smooth voice. "Can't even remember an old school bully of yours? I must be losing my touch if even Potter can't recognize me."

"Malfoy! I thought you were in hiding with your dad since before sixth year. Why are you chained to a wall?"

And before I could answer my tiredness and wounds caught up to me and I fainted before I could even think of what to say to my first crush Harry Potter.