Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The credit goes to JK Rowling.
Summary: After Draco failed to kill Dumbledore, he is punished by the Dark Lord and sent to Azkaban in which the Dark Lord now has command of. However, his time in the cell gets a little more interesting when he gets a cell mate.
Warnings: This story will contain slash.
Pairings: HP/DM,
Authors Note: This is a story that I have had in my mind for a while now and I have finally started it. I'm not sure how it will turn out at the moment so I would really appreciate getting some feedback from those reading this story. I will say that I'm not an experienced writer and it would be a great help to me if someone would be able to assist me with this.
Captivity
Chapter 1. Draco's Fate
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I'm sitting down on my cot in my cell contemplating how I got myself into this position. It has now been what has felt like years that I've been in this cell but realistically, I know that I've only been in here for a couple of weeks, if that. I have been in here since farther heard about my failure to kill Dumbledore and after receiving a few healthy rounds of crucio, farther had me put down here. Though I know he would hate to admit it, I think it's partially so that I'm protected from the dark lord. But who would know with that man, ever since he got out of Azkaban he hasn't been the same.
Unfortunately I think I'll probably be heading down the same path soon.
I've been placed in a black cell in Azkaban ordered to have no human contact for a year, with only Dementors to bring me my meals and my own memories for company. Of course the meals are nothing to boast about. Nothing but gruel really, I definitely wouldn't class it as a nutritious meal and certainly nothing compared to the meals I once would have indulged in at the manner.
I've been thinking about how I ended up here and it still baffles me as to how I could have avoided this. I mean I could have killed Dumbledore on that night at the top of the Astronomy tower and I had every intention of doing it. But when it came down to it, I just froze. I let what Dumbledore was saying get to me and I lowered my wand thinking that everything was going to be ok. Then the other Death Eaters had to barge in, didn't they? What could I do? I couldn't lose face now; I had Dumbledore right where I needed him, at the end of my wand. Then before I could convince myself that this is what I needed to do, Snape presents himself, brushes past me and says those dreaded words himself.
The next thing I know I'm running through the corridors of Hogwarts for my life, an angry and grief stricken Harry Potter hot on our heels.
After making it off the grounds, Snape takes me to his place to lie low for a couple of days. We know that we can't stay here forever though as Dumbledore's people are sure to be after us.
How was I to know that it wasn't Dumbledore's people that I should have been worried about? I mean I knew that I was going to be in the bad books for the Dark Lord anyway as I had failed in my task. However I was hoping that as the deed was done anyway I would escape with my life. After all, this task was given to me in exchange for my parent's life, and as a Malfoy, family comes first.
Two days after I first arrived at Spinners End, my father arrived.
Hearing voices coming from down stairs I make my way to the staircase to hear what is going on.
"Severus, you know what he is like? I need to take him in. I'm hopeful that I can convince our lord to spare Draco."
"Lucius, you can't convince the dark lord of anything."
"Yes, but I want to make it so that he thinks it is in his best interest to keep him around. I cannot let my only heir die!"
"Is that all that Draco is to you? An heir? He is your only son, your blood. Shouldn't you be doing everything you can to preserve his life?"
"Of course I do. But I need to secure my families future too."
"There are other options for protecting his life. You don't need to do this. It's a stupid plan. You have no way of predicting what the dark lord will do. You need to think Lucius; he could very well kill him!"
As the conversation continued down stairs, I thought about what was being said. I didn't know what to think about my father's plan to hand me into the dark lord. I would like to think that whatever plan my father has come up with will work because there is no way that I am going to walk into a plan that could very well get me killed.
Trusting that my father and Severus could figure out a smart plan between them, I turn to head back upstairs to my room.
The next morning at breakfast, I was quietly eating my bacon and eggs when I could hear footsteps on the floorboards outside the kitchen. As the door opened and my father stepped into the room I was ready to face whatever decision was made last night.
"Good morning father, what brings you to Spinners End?"
"Draco, you're coming with me" my father says in his no nonsense voice. It's the voice I had often heard from my father when he expressed his disappointment that the mudblood granger had once again bet me for the top grade for another year.
"Why? What's going on?" I ask trying to figure out what is going to happen to me.
"I'm taking you to the Dark Lord like you should have done as soon as you left Hogwarts grounds. He isn't happy with our family at the moment and the least you could have done is to face the Dark Lord straight away."
"Excuse me father but I was under the impression that I was to stay here until further notice."
"The Dark Lord has demanded your presents at the manor Draco. It's time that you faced him and briefs him on what happened on your exit of Hogwarts. I'm afraid that Bellatrix has already had a word in our Lords ear about that night and it doesn't put you in a very favourable light."
"What would you have me do father?"
"I have a portkey here that will take us to the Manor at 10:30. The Dark Lord has agreed to a semi private audience, so it will just be the inner circle. You will be expected to recount the events of 3 nights ago." Pausing, my father gathered himself. "Draco, whilst I've been told that you didn't kill Dumbledore and I don't really know what went on up there, I want you to know that I am proud of you and that no matter what happens, I will do everything in my power to see you through this."
I took a while to think of what to say to him. I had never heard my father talk in such a way before. It was clear to me that something big was going to happen at this meeting and I'm not sure I'm going to like it.
"Father, what are you saying?" I ask attentively.
"I'm saying that this could quiet easily go sour and I don't want you to not think that everything I am doing is not for the good of you and our family."
"Father?"
"Draco, there is a very real possibility that we won't all make our way out of this alive and I can't have you thinking that I don't care about you or your mother."
Contemplating this I ask "so what is the plan?"
"Just that which I told you earlier, we will go to the meeting and we will see what happens. Play it by year you could say."
Sighing, Lucius put his hands on the table and stood up. "I'm going to have a word with Severus whilst you get ready, the portkey will activate in 10 minutes."
Quickly, I finish the rest of my bacon and push back from the table. I needed to make myself presentable to the Dark Lord. I don't think he would be impressed if I forgot my Death Eater robe and mask.
I arrived back downstairs to the stony faces of my father and Severus dressed in their ominous Death Eater robes.
"I've got the portkey in here," my father says as he reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out a cork. He taps it with his wand. "Ok on the count of three. One, two, three"
I've always hated the feeling of travel by portkey. The feeling of weightlessness, whilst you're waiting for solid ground under your feet. Travelling by floo has always been my preferred method of travel, or broom for that matter.
We land in the entrance hall of the manor and father leads the way towards the ball room, where the Dark Lord has taken up residence in for these meetings. I take my time to look around at the opulence of the halls of Malfoy Manor which for me could be the last chance I would get.
As we enter the ball room, the Dark Lord greets us in his hissing tone "Ahh, you have finally arrived young Malfoy."
I shakily made my way in front of the Dark Lord sitting all high and mighty in his grand chair and fall to my knees, resting my forehead on the cool marble in front of me. "My Lord," I whisper.
"Tell me young Malfoy, why haven't you been to see me?" The Dark Lord said as he petted Nagini, who was curled up on his lap, on the head.
"My Lord, I am sorry… I I thought I was under instruction to stay out of sight. I thought I was following your instructions my Lord."
"Well you were mistaken," the Dark Lord hissed in a dangerous voice "And why is it that I are hear that it was Severus not you, Draco Malfoy that killed Albus Dumbledore? Was it not you that I gave this task to?"
"My Lord," I whisper in fright, "I had him cornered and I had disarmed him but I was interrupted before I could finish, and and before I knew it he was dead before I had the chance…" My voice drifted off as I scrunched up my eyes tightly and fear welled up inside me, praying that I would get out of this alive.
"Obviously, you will need to be punished in some way thou at this stage I cannot afford to lose you Lucius even tho you are very close to losing your worth." Turning to a Death Eater position at the door he commanded "Bring her in!"
The double doors were flung open and two death eaters marched in pulling a struggling Narcissa Malfoy between them.
Narcissa pulled her arms out of detainee's hands up and righted herself with her shoulder back and her chin up. "My Lord, you called?" she requested with as much dignity as she could manage.
"Yes, you have been brought before me in account of your son's punishment." Turning his head towards where I was positioned on the floor, "Rise now young Malfoy and look at your mother as she takes your punishment."
I push myself to my feet and turn to look at my mother. I could tell by look in her eyes that she knew what was about to happen and you could see the fear and resignation in her eyes. Yet I could also tell that she had a glimmer in her eyes when she glanced at me which I would like to think was love for me. But I would never find out as the Dark Lord raised his wand and a jet of green light hit my mother in the chest.
I can't really remember what happened after that. Everything seemed to happen so fast and I must admit that I was dazed. I guess I must have been in shock. Well that was before I was stunned anyway. But then I woke up here, alone in this cold, dank cell.
Snape was allowed down here once to check on me and to let me know what my fate was and I haven't seen any one since.
Who knows if I'll come out of this sane? I guess all I can do is wait and see.
"Merlin, help me!" I whisper.
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