AN: This fanfiction starts around Easter of 1998. Please be warned that this fanfiction will deal with dark themes that some views may find upsetting, please don't read if you don't like heavy emotional situations, violence, and harsh realities.
Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling I wouldn't be posting this on a fanfiction website, I would be publishing this and making millions, so clearly I am not her.
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Chapter One: The Promise.
"Crucio!" Draco said behind clenched teeth and watched him writhe in pain. His screams were piercing. His body jerked erratically. His blood spilt out of his mouth as his chattering teeth ripped his tongue to shreds. Steeling himself, he kept his expression impassive, as if he wasn't torturing another wizard. Like stone, like an unfeeling statue. He'd learned a long time ago he had to hide his emotions and he was so good that sometimes he scared himself about how numb he could make himself appear. He wasn't sure it was a good or bad thing.
"Finish him in your own time Draco." Lucius chuckled and walked away, "Enjoy son." As if the sick man thought he enjoyed this just like he did. He was vile. Draco had long abandoned him as his father. No father subjected his child to this.
He swallowed his disgust and released the spell on him. The screams turned to pants and twisting body to trembling limbs. Draco counted to ten to be assured Lucius was long gone before turning back to his victim. It was Creevey, the kid who followed Potter around in second year with a camera. He used to find the kid irritating and beneath his notice but now he found himself nearly unable to watch as he uttered the last words he'd hear.
"Avada Kedavra!" Draco watched him go still and his eyes, previously clenched shut in agony, open to a vacant stare. Swallowing his disgust at his own actions he walked out of the dungeon cell just as Blaise came out of his across from him.
"Who was it?" He asked quietly.
"Creevey."
"I got the younger one." Nodding they started towards the exit, "Where's Pans?"
"I don't know." Draco frowned before a loud cry came from a cell nearer the door. They glanced at one another as they heard Mr Parkinson's angry yell.
"That was not nearly as powerful as it should have been Pansy, pathetic, nearly as bad as a Mudblood yourself!" A sniffle answered before they heard a sharp smacking sound, "Don't cry…so weak." He spat when Pansy didn't subside, "Just kill her." There was a pause before they heard another thump of her father hitting her. Their fists were clenched so tightly and jaws held taunt, she was their sister and her father was abusing her but there was nothing they could do. A wet gasp of Pansy's echoed before she said the words.
"Ava-Avada Ked-kedav-davra." She cried and Mr Parkinson hit her again.
"Useless." He hissed before sweeping from the room and exiting the dungeons. Draco and Blaise rushed to Pansy to find her kneeling over a body. It was her first kill. She was sobbing brokenly, holding the victims hand, murmuring to them.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to, I'm so, so sorry." As they closed in recognition crossed their faces. It was Tracey Davis, a quiet girl not into the blood superiority, Pansy shared a dorm in Slytherin with her for six years, they were close. Pansy treated her like a younger sibling as she was so meek. They couldn't believe the Death Eater's would do this to her just because of her indifference, and to get Pansy to kill her was cruel.
"Oh Salazar." Blaise cursed and went to comfort Pansy. She wailed into his shoulder as Draco closed the dead girl's eyes. Taking a deep breath, he turned to a distraught Pansy. She looked at him desperately.
"How can you do that?" She wept, "How can you kill?"
"Survival." He answered simply. No matter how much killing was wrong it was necessary.
"I'd rather die than do that again." She sniffed and Blaise rubbed her back comfortingly.
"I know." He nodded honestly, "The first is always the worst."
"I can't do that again, please Draco, Blaise please don't make me." She begged desperately and he motioned to Blaise. Zabini hauled her into his arms and they quickly made their way to his room. It was difficult to avoid Death Eaters with them crawling all over the place but they managed to make it undetected. When there, they went straight to the bathroom.
Draco flicked on the bath taps, watching the large tub fill with bubbles quickly. Blaise sat a trembling, crying Pansy on the toilet lid. Both of them began peeling out of their robes, dumping them in a pile over in the corner for the House Elves to wash. Pansy watched like a child as they both stood bare, her eyes spilling with tears.
Finally they turned to her. Blaise murmured to her quietly, assuring her a bath would help, while Draco began unbuttoning her robes. They had all seen each other naked before, modesty was none existent between them. He peeled the black robe from her shoulders and worked on her smart, black dress, slowly taking off each layer of clothing. After finishing undressing her, Blaise carried her into the bath and Malfoy followed, both of them hovering over her as she floated, her tears mingling with the sudsy water.
They washed the grim and blood memories off her skin and from her hair, until her skin was white and hair silky black. Then they washed themselves and climbed back out. Changing into slacks and shirts, they covered Pansy in an old shirt of Draco's before settling her in his bed and curling up beside her. She cried for a long time, mumbling apologises and begged for no repeats. The two boys simply held her, comforting her. Eventually she finally slept in sheer exhaustion.
"We can't do that to her again." Blaise told Draco with a fierce expression, watching a fitfully sleeping Pansy.
"Agreed." He nodded. Their understanding between them. They would never let her suffer again, if she did, they failed as her brothers. And they were not failures, not anymore, not over her. They would figure something out to get them out of this, whatever it took. They would not unnecessarily kill again. They'd save her.