To Unexplain the Unforgivable
Gingerly he pried the cold fingers off his muscular arm. With disgust evident in his face, he carried the corpse towards the dumping ground. A shadow in the distance growls in impatience as his son- who was forced to dump the filthy corpse- shivered visibly after throwing the carcass as far as he could. "That'll teach that filthy little mudblood." the man in the shadows growled. Lucius is a man that you cannot ever cross. When you anger him, you better count your hours. Draco staggers to where his father was. He wretched violently as Lucius scoffs and leaves him behind.
"Stand up boy! Have some balls, you act like a silly girl. Even a filthy mudblood whore has more guts than you." Lucius spat. But look where that bravado bought you mudblood, he added as an afterthought.
Draco felt sick. He vomited all that he could; and when there was no more, he dry-heaved. He couldn't believe Lucius would drag him into this-this... This monstrosity. Shivering from both the cold and the task, he thinks of what he has done. Virtue-yes, he has one- tells him to tell authorities, but fear and family weighs heavily on his decision-fear is dominant.
He cannot believe that Lucius would kill someone. Deatheater or not, he now realizes that his father truly relishes this kind of evil. Draco had always thought that Lucius only joined leagues with V-Vold-Voldemort (there, he said it) in order to protect Narcissa. Now Draco knew better than to live in childish fantasies.
In all the 16 years that he spent in the manor, he never once thought of Lucius as the sick and sadistic bastard that he really is. This realization makes him vomit all over again.
Lucius, loosing what little patience he has, faces Draco angrily. "Man up boy! I haven't got all night! We both know patience is not one of my virtues," he says the word with contempt. "I'm not one to hold back in punishing weaklings such as you. Pathetic excuse for a pureblood you are. Weasley's have more balls than you."
On and on the insults came from Lucius, but Draco was too numb to register the harsh words coming from his father. Besides, he's heard it ever since the start of Hogwarts, when they received his grades and Lucius found out that Granger had scored higher than Draco. Lucius was in such rage that he kept on screaming mudblood bitch whenever he can. And with each passing year that his grades were almost at par with Granger's, his father always stresses the almost. The treatment made him hate everyone all the more.
"Why?" Draco finally managed to choke out. "Why kill her? Why involve me? Why-?"
"Because, boy! Because." Lucius replied with a smirk. And with that he left Draco kneeling in front of his own vomit.
Wondering if his father is insane, he got to his feet shakily. With hesitation he went home. He was anxious to take a long, cold shower to wash away the filth of his flesh. But he knew that even if he took a shower every minute, he'll never ever feel clean ever again.
When Lucius and Draco got to the mansion, Lucius acted like they just went out for some window shopping in Diagon Alley. Of course Narcissa noticed right away that Draco was not really ok. Narcissa decided to talk to Draco after dinner, when Lucius was busy in his study with the family affairs.
Narcissa had an unexplainable urge to cry. She had this notion to keep Draco safe in her arms and tell him that everything was going to be fine. Sadly, nothing is going to be ok. Fear for the unknown threat made her run to Draco's room. When she got there, she threw open the door in panic, only to find Draco lying still on his bed. Narcissa knew that something was amiss, that something was wrong, everything yet nothing had changed. She wiped her hands on her clothes-un-ladylike she knows, but it is a nervous habit that she can't quite let go of. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to walk calmly in Draco's room.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, mother?" Draco asked devoid of any emotion.
"Does a mother need an excuse to see her son?" Narcissa tried to rebuke, but her voice shakes with unexplained fear.
Something half hidden under Draco's bed catches Narcissa's attention. She bent to pick it up. She froze. It was a frame, a photo frame- the only photo that Draco took a liking to- Draco's favorite photo. It was taken a year before Hogwarts, before Lucius changed- for the worse- before Draco became angry and hateful to others. As far as Narcissa knew, Draco kept this to remind himself-to let himself hope that everything will go back to the way it was.
With tears in her eyes, she faced Draco. "What happened?" She shook her head in denial- her son, her baby, broken to the point that he'll let go of his one hope- lay there calmly, as if he now has no choice but to accept this kind of life.
"What happened Draco? Tell me, please!" Narcissa half sobbed, half screams.
Draco just looked at her with empty eyes.
"Why did you let go?" Narcissa asks sadly, not expecting any reply. A long period of silence passes until finally Narcissa gives up. She left devastated and hurt, sad and fearful- she left defeated by whatever that was haunting her family. As Narcissa closes the door quietly and slowly, Draco whispers "because, mother... Because."
Narcissa doesn't hear.
All the while Lucius listens and knows what is happening. "How like a girl," he scoffs. He shakes his head as he heard Narcissa walk away. He continues to attend to family matters.