A/N: Yeah, so this is the sequel to 'Til I See You Again Down By The Lake'. Reviews are muchly appreciated: D You know you want too... just push that little button down there...
"You. Will. Not. Be. Returning. To. That. Damnable. School." Each of Lucius's words were enforced by a blow with the fox-head of his silver cane. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"
Draco couldn't even moan. He simply lay in on his side in his own blood, swimming somewhere between reality and unconsciousness.
Draco's lack of response only infuriated Lucius further. "Concisus Effringo."
Draco screamed as each of the scars on his body opened further, blood pouring from the wounds in rivers. The scars on his back opened until there was an inch of space between his skin. His throat, already raw from hours- or was it days?- of screaming, protested his screaming, and blood poured from his mouth, driveling down his cheek to join the rest of the blood on the floor.
"That's better, Draco. You know, all of this could be ended if you would simply consent to my wishes," Lucius said, staring at his son's pathetic form. "Is the life I've planned for you really so horrible?"
Draco opened his mouth, trying to force the word 'yes' from his lips. But the blood rushed through his throat instead, and he began to choke. Blackness crowded his vision, and he knew he was dying. Falling into peace forever.
"Anapneo!"
Lucius turned, and glared at his wife. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked curiously. Narcissa hadn't seen fit to interfere with his disciplining of Draco in almost ten years, and he wondered why she would chose to do so again now. He turned his gaze back to his son, who was panting for breath.
"I won't let you kill him, Lucius. I refuse to stand by and watch you kill my only child. Like it or not, this boy is your only heir. Do what you must to make him see the error of his ways, but do-not-kill-him," Narcissa hissed. "Termino!"
Draco moaned as his scars slowly closed. "M… mother…" He whispered.
Narcissa turned a cold eye on her son. "Don't 'mother' me, boy. You deserve everything your father gives you. If I had more children, I would let him kill you. Merlin, I'd probably help him do it," The woman spat, before turning on her heel, and leaving the dungeons.
Lucius stared at his useless excuse of a son for a moment. "Well, Draco, it would seem your mother has given me full reign with your discipline now. Let's see how well I can do."
He had no idea how much time had passed between the blond haired man leaving, and the time when he heard screams from upstairs.
"You filthy, nasty- agh!" A woman's voice was cut off sharply by her scream.
"I'm nasty? I'm nasty?! Where's your son, you… you selfish, cold-hearted bitch? Where is he?!"
The voice… so familiar… He struggled to put a name to the voice. He finally gave, and simply prayed that whoever it was would come to... wherever he was and free him.
"I. Won't. Ask. Again. Where. Is. Draco."
He couldn't hear whatever reply was given. The house was silent as he counted off one hundred and thirty seven seconds. Then the iron door burst open, slamming into the other side of the room.
And then, he seen only a flash of red hair, before the pain started again, and he drifted in blissful unconsciousness.
Ginny Weasley had rushed into the cold, damp room, only to stop short at the sight that greeted her eyes.
"Oh, Merlin. Oh gods, Draco!" She cried, rushing to him.
He was hanging in the center of the room, thick manacles locked on his hands, holding him a foot off the ground. A Muggle choke-collar for dogs had been placed around his neck. Every inch of his near-naked body was covered in cuts, bruises, welts, burns, or blood. His eyes were filled with pus, and the once steel silver orbs were pale blue.
She quickly used a Diffindo spell that cut through the chains holding him to the ceiling, and slowly levitated him to the ground.
"Sweet Merlin, what did they do to you?" She whispered.
She pulled a port key out of her robes, and ported back to Hogwarts.
