(A/N: this is my first fanfic so be as nice as possible?? All reviews are welcome even if they're flames!)

Disclaimer: it's not mine its J.K. Rowling's ….

Copy write: but the plot is mine…

Comfortably Numb

Chapter 1

Lucius Malfoy sat in his library, casually drinking fire whiskey contemplating the previous events of the night. They had come so close, so close to killing that big oaf of a "teacher" at that pathetic excuse for a school of magic. Of course killing the half- breed wasn't of great importance to him, or the other death eaters. The purpose of ridding the world of that worthless excuse of a life was to break the spirits of all who supported Albus Dumbledore. But to the Dark Lord, it was much more than that. They had failed such a simple mission, some were even caught and sent to Azkaban. Of course none of the more valuable members, but all the same, they had been caught.

Lucius cringed at the memory of telling the Dark Lord of the outcome of their raid.

"What do you mean they failed Lucius? You were the highest rank among those pathetic excuses of followers were you not? You were put in command of this raid were you not?" Voldemort said with his back turned to Lucius and facing the fire place. He then turned to a guard at the door, "Take them all to the dungeons and prepare them for the torture chambers, except this one…"

Lucius found himself walking to the third floor of the Manor, the entire floor belonging to his ungrateful son Draconus.

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Draco sat on the corner of his bed reading a rather interesting muggle book called Peter Pan. Although, it is considered a children's book, it was quite thick and he found it to be rather enticing. The notion of being a child for eternity, goofing around on a beautiful island not having to ever worry about adult problems. That was something Draco cherished, especially with the war coming up. He hated the thought of it and pushed it out of his mind, and continued to read.

A moment later his door slammed open, 'What the hell does he want now?' Draco thought to himself.

"What are you doing? What is that?!" his father stared wildly at the book in his hands. 'Oh shit' he thought.

"Is that a muggle book?" Draco stayed silent, and scooted backwards toward his wall on the bed.

His father grabbed the book, threw it on the floor and set it on fire, "Incendio!" he then grabbed Draco and threw him on the fire. Draco could smell the burning of his own flesh. Thankfully though, it was only his back being burned. The pain screamed his way into his consciousness. His father began to yell, "Get up!" he did as he was told only to be pushed backwards into the corner of his desk, hitting the back of his head and fell to the floor, and cut the corner of his mouth on the fall. He began to taste the revolting copper quickly seeping into his mouth and glared defiantly at his father. In that instant he did something very stupid, he spit the blood in his fathers face.

"Crucio!" Draco's body twisted and broke many times over, his shoulders were on fire, his legs kept breaking over and over, and his back, which was already burned was in the most pain as he could feel and hear all the bones breaking. Draco bit his lip hard to keep from screaming, he didn't want his father to have the satisfaction of his pain.

The pain was so intense, he could hardly breath, and then everything faded to black.

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Ron Weasely was sneaking around quietly on the second floor of the Malfoy Mansion. He and Hermione were in this awfully dreadful place helping Harry find his wand which he carelessly dropped on the Order of the Phoenix's raid of the Manor a week earlier. The trio wasn't supposed to have come, and their presence was surprisingly never learned about by neither the Order nor any member of the Malfoy family.

"Ronald?" Hermione asked, there was a clear sound of anxiety in her voice.

"Yeah?"

"It's ridiculous searching for Harry's wand here when he said he distinctly remembers dropping it in the dungeons." she said. Harry had said that he absolutely remembered he dropped his wand in the Dungeon. Why had they been down there? Searching for Tonks, a missing Order member since the end of Fifth year, and their sixth year was nearing rapidly with one week left of holiday.

Nevertheless, Harry had changed his mind and said he might have dropped his wand on the second floor, he doesn't remember anymore. Ron and Hermione knew Harry didn't drop his wand on the second floor, he just wanted to keep his best friends, probably the closest thin he has to family sin Sirius' death, safe. They agreed to search the second floor to humor him.

Ron looked up at her, "yeah and who is to say we're so say on the second floor anyway?"

Hermione smiled at him and they made their way down the large limestone staircase.

That smile, Ron was so enchanted by it, Hermione consumed his every thought and every time her eyes sparkled even slightly in his direction his heart skipped a beat. Every time he saw that beautiful smile he felt as if he was floating on air, and when she laughed, time itself seemed to slow down just to admire her beauty and intelligence.

Ron was pulled out of his day dream, "Okay, ready to go down?"

"Huh?" Ron now realized they were at the front door of the dungeon.

"Oh yeah, les' do it".

(A/N: so what did you think? Please review! And read on I'll have another chapter up a little bit later!)