Warning this story is dark and will be a bit much I some parts though I will do my best to mark those parts out. The first chapter is ok…
My silk comforter felt cold pressed against my palms as I sat on the edge of my king sized bed waiting. I had failed the Dark Lord it was over for me, for my family, in a few hours we would be dead. Just another one of the countless families slain by Voldemort and his death eaters. Pure blood of not it was not enough to spare us a second time. The Dark Lord doesn't give second chances and yet he had given my family one, and I had failed. Even if our second chance was set up for me to fail and only postponed the inevitable, unlike Potter we somehow didn't get a lucky break and beat the odds. Honestly I am starting to think that our side is the one that is less than the other after all, somehow things always worked out for them. They could probably break in right now and still escape with only minor injuries. The light side worked miracles in the face of danger while all I seemed to do was fall flat. Their side also thought I was just a spoilt rotten pure blood git, but that wasn't always the case.
My snort broke the silence,
"Really Draco, already thinking in the past, as though you are already gone? And bloody fantastic you are talking to yourself now too." I snorted again and disappeared back into my thoughts.
Yes, I had money, but friends that would help me no matter what; well they didn't exist for a Malfoy. I may hate the Weasel and Potty and the Bucktooth Mudblood, but at least they had each other. My task was completely up to me and had I not been the second best student in Hogwarts I wouldn't have gotten as far as I did. Perhaps I would have died sooner, or maybe been discovered and sent to Azkaban to rot. But at the end of the day all I had to do was kill the old man, Albus Dumbledore, as awful as it sounds really not that difficult of a task considering how old he was. Yet I couldn't do it, even though it was my family or him I still couldn't do it. I'm not sure why though; maybe it was because even in the face of death Dumbledore was still nothing but kind to me, offering me a chance at escaping Voldemort and running away with the Order of the Phoenix. Not even after the hours my father had spent drilling into my head as a child with whatever means necessary, that Malfoys always come first, I couldn't do it. I had him at wand point, I had gotten some of the wizarding world's most wanted death eaters into the castle all right under Dumbledore's noise, and I choked. It kept replying over and over, my hand shaking, palm sweating, heart thundering in my ears, the curse getting stuck in my throat, and then the bright green light coming over my shoulder as Snape pushed me aside finishing him for me and then watching him fall. The rest I don't really remember because all I could think about was that it was all over. Why didn't I accept Dumbledore's help? Why did "Malfoy Pride" as my idiot father had so put it have to get in the way? We could have had a shot at surviving this war. The Order wasn't as stupid as Voldemort's side like to believe and maybe just maybe the golden boy could pull off another miracle and win. Then had we been on that side we could have lived. But instead my Father screwed that up. Mum would have done it, if we could have been safe but not him, he never would, instead we would have to face the Dark Lord. Contrary to popular belief I didn't want to be evil, but I didn't get a choice. Now it was time to learn our fate. My Father glided into my chambers and I looked up at him, his eyes a mirror of my own except his held something more, something I couldn't place but didn't like. As though he knew something I didn't. His long slender fingers grasped my jaw and forced me to look at him.
"Draco, he is calling us. You will do whatever you are told and maybe just maybe we might live. Do you understand you little piece of filth? Had you been able to kill Dumbledore we wouldn't be in this mess. The Malfoys would have been back on top, were we belong. However you fucked that up! We might as well be mudbloods we are so filthy. Now it is time that you make the sacrifices needed to help us survive tonight whatever that may be. Understood?"
My Father sneered down at me his fingers tightening. It wasn't worth fighting him it was either I do it and die or I am tortured and die. Lucius's hand snapped to my arm as he guided me to the main ballroom. My arm started tingling as it slowly lost blood circulation but I hardly noticed as my eyes drank in the manor for the last time. If anyone was going to survive tonight it was my Father. After the little chat we just had it was obvious that I would be the first to go. After all it wasn't like my parents were too old to produce another heir. We passed the dimly lit portrait hall which held countless paints of the past Malfoys, all glaring down at us muttering things like disgrace, filth, traitors, and failure. My breath caught as we walked past Mum's rooms. Why couldn't I be small again so I could go and hide with her or if she wasn't home hide in her closet and lay down on the plush carpet surrounded by her clothes and feel safe and loved? Maybe just maybe I might able to say goodbye to her before he killed me and if I was lucky Mum wouldn't have to watch me die. But the Dark Lord isn't that kind. We were outside the doors to the ballroom now, beyond that great solid oak door lay Voldemort and death. Father readjusted his grip snarling
"Remember boy."
The doors opened and Father dragged us in. I could carless. It was over I was done. I vaguely felt the sharp pain in my knees as Father pushed me done onto the hard marble floors. However, I did feel the countless pairs of eyes all focused on me like some sort of giant wolf pack waiting to pounce and devour me.
"Ah if it isn't little ickle Draco. No Severus to help you now, isn't that right?" Voldemort's silky voice flowed over the room, the gathered death eaters bursting into snickers.
"My sources tell me that there was a bit of a… slip up. And Draco you know what happens when people slip up don't you? "His laugh echoed around the hall. "Crucio!"
Merlin it hurt. Everywhere hurt my limbs flopped and twitched and I couldn't make them stop. Aunt Bella's laugh stood out grating on my ears making it all worse and still Mum's sobs made it unbearable. I wanted to tell her it would all be ok that I could handle the pain. As abruptly as the pain had started it stopped but the twitching wouldn't and it still hurt to breathe as though somehow the curse and poked thousands of tiny holes in my lungs. Like some unseen force was stabbing them with thousands of needles.
"Shut up woman!" Father's voice broke through my pain. I lifted my head just enough to see Mummy fail to the ground after the green light hit her directly in the chest. I choked back a sob, I couldn't back noise now otherwise it would just make it worse because then the attention would be back on me.
Voldemort's voice started again and I focused on it desperate to escape the pain, I couldn't breathe and Mummy was gone.
She was never to going to make it all better ever again and now I was even more alone. I had no one left. No one was going to save me.
"Now Draco eventually you will die just like your mother. But to kill you now would be a waste. You see I have some new plans that need testing and your father has convinced me that you would be the perfect plaything. After all your blood is pure so there is no chance of another mishap due to… filthy impurities"
Everyone in the hall gasped, this was a turn of events. They had expected some torture and then death but Voldemort giving another task after failure was unheard of. Even if the task was to be nothing but a test dummy for all the implements of torture the death eaters and Voldemort himself designed. I pressed my cheek into the cool floor either way this wouldn't end well for me but maybe it would mean that soon I would get to be with Mummy again. Father I no longer gave a shit about, after all it was because of him we were in this mess in first place. If only he wasn't such a self-righteous git that was completely set on making sure he was at the top of the pecking order. If it wasn't for him then Mummy would still be here and I wouldn't be all alone with no one left in this world that would ever love me.
"Get up boy and come here!" Voldemort commanded and I shakily got unto all fours and slowly stood up trembling my muscles in my legs buckling already weak from the stress of this year and from the pain. My muscles might as well have gone through a cheese grater I was so weak, yet somehow I managed to stagger forward and collapse in front of the Dark Lord, my breath coming in ragged gasps as though I had just run a marathon.
"Now who shall administer the first test? Severus! Since you completed the task I believe you shall have the honor." Voldemort voice filled the hall as Severus made his way to front his black robes flowing out behind him like some kind of angel of death. Hopefully this test would be the first and last somehow going horribly wrong and stopping my heart.
Voldemort's pale white hand reached inside his robes and removed a small bottle dangling it out in front of Snape who took it with shaking fingers. He braced me against his body and I tried to wriggle away. Whatever was in that bottle was sure to be unpleasant. I prayed again that maybe I would get lucky and it would kill me. Snape's grip only tighten and the cool glass touched my cracked lips. I tried to jerk my head away without any success keeping my jaw tightly clamped shut, a drop of the liquid making my lips tingle. Snape pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. Eventually I had to unlock my jaw gasping for air greedily dragging it into my tortured lungs as the potion was tipped down my throat burning a hot fiery trail on its way down. For the first time that night I cried out, it was finally too much for me to handle. My lungs contracted as my rib cage seemed to collapse down on them. Everything was getting smaller forcing whatever excess out desperately trying to make room. I felt the bile rise in my throat stinging my already tender throat. My stomach heaved making things worse because at the same time my throat seemed to close up forcing me to choke as my body struggled to regurgitate the contents of my compacted stomach with little success. I felt something warm and sticky run down my face and neck and realized that my nose must have started bleeding. My body convulsed, muscles seeming to scrunch together, bones grinding, nerves being set on fire. My clothes seemed to swallow me up and with shame I felt something warm run down my thighs and be absorbed by my expensive cotton pants. Apparently my bladder wasn't exempt from the brutal contracts the rest of my body was experiencing. I lost track of time until I simply shook in my pile of clothes soiled with my bodily liquids. My head felt as though it was pulsing making my vision go in and out. The most confusing part was that my thought kept shifting from my seventeen year old self, to thinking like a young child and I couldn't decide which one was correct. I just want to close my eyes and sleep it off, but that wasn't going to happen. The ballroom was silent except for the continued sounds as I vomited whatever my stomach managed to force until nothing was left yet still I kept dry heaving that was until Voldemort started clapping.
"Well well well, it looks like concoction worked. Little Draco, the only Malfoy heir reduced to a quivering ball. And the fun has just begun! Wormtail! Get him cleaned up and bring him back immediately!" Voldemort ordered.
Wormtail scrambled forward to awkwardly pull me into his arms as there was no way my stick thin legs would be able to carry me. My head lolled back as I was carried out of the hall into one of adjoined rooms where I was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and Wormtail worked to strip me out of my clothes so I lay on my mother's expensive carpet stark naked shivering like some disgusting creature, not even a human being. Wormtail arms slipped under me again lifting me and dumping me in a tub of luke warm water my head banging against the edge of the tub as it slipped beneath the surface. I choked struggling for air but only getting mouth fulls of water, with my remaining strength I tried to pull my head up but Wormtail's silver hand was wrapped in my equally silver platinum blonde hair forcing me to down. I was too small to be able to fight him off and instead I had to wait. Just as I was about to slip into unconsciousness he jerked me up water spraying everywhere as I choked and coughed trying to get air.
"Best not drown Master's newest pet" Wormtail giggled dunking me in the water again this time pulling me up much fast and repeating the process several times as he half assed washing my hair. His rat like nails scratching me and making my skin crawl.
Satisfied that I was no longer covered in my own bodily fluids he hauled me out of the tub only this time letting me fall onto a surprisingly soft fluffy towel. Although technically I was clean it still felt as though I was covered in grime as Wormtail roughly dried me and scooped me up like some kind of stuffed in toy in some odd muggle claw game. For the second time that night I was dumped in front of Voldemort, only this time I was forced to stand with Wormtail jerking my arms back to keep me from slumping to the ground. I was so tired all I wanted to do was sleep for a decade yet somehow I still found the energy for my cheeks to flush in embarrassment. At least when I had been carried out of the ballroom I had my soiled robes as a small amount of covering, now however my whole body was on display for the fifty or so members of Voldemort's inner circle. My head hung in shame and without realizing it I sniffled. An older Draco might have been able to take pride in his nude body however this version was uncomfortable with it. I was cold and still damp and my arms where hurting and my head throbbed and my whole body ached. I wanted Mummy to hold me and dress me in my soft pajamas before going to bed. I looked around the circle around me and saw some of Daddy's friends. Why where they here, I didn't understand. Hot salty tears started to leak from storm grey eyes the longer I stood on display.
"Aww is little Draco ashamed of himself?" Voldemort's voice was like silk caressing over my pale skin. "Don't worry little boy we are almost done…for tonight."
Instead of just my arms hurting all over a sudden long finger had intertwined themselves into my hair jerking me out of Wormtail's grasp and drug me so that I was even more in the center of the circle.
"Tonight, death eaters, you have seen yet another example of what happens when people fail. The only Malfoy heir is reduced to a child and is now my plaything. Let his pain and disgrace serve as a reminder to all of you just what happens when people fail." Voldemort's voice rang out and the circle of death eaters quickly fell silent.
"Wormtail! Collect my newest pet and deliver him to my rooms!"
Yet again I was carried through the Malfoy Manor, what once where familiar hallways where now a confusing maze until I was placed in a cold dark room and shoved into a cage with a small blanket covering its floor and then Wormtail left and I was alone in the dark. I'm not sure how long I was left alone but eventually my legs started to cramp and I hesitantly pressed on the door trying to get it to open only to feel the cool metal get red hot beneath my hands. I yelped as my palms became blistered and huddled into a small ball using the blanket to cover myself and avoid the bars of my cage. Although the blanket was soft, I was still cold and shivered. There was nothing I could do except wait for someone to come and release me from the cage.
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