Author's note: Hi everyone! This is my first ever fan fiction, so don't judge me too badly. Any construct criticism is always nice though. The first chapter is very short, but I promise the others will be much longer. Hope you enjoy and remember to review!

This story contains an alternative ending to the HBP, right from the beginning. The events of DH do not occur either. However, it will contain a few spoilers to the HBP and DH.

Warning: This story will contain male/male relationships and abuse in the later chapters. This story also contains strong language. If you don't think you can handle that or you don't like that type of thing, stop reading. If not... ENJOY.

Disclaimer: I wished I owned the Harry Potter series, but sadly I don't. J. K. Rowling beat me too it and therefore owns it all. I own nothing, but the story line.

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Draco Malfoy opened his eyes with a start. 'Where the fuck am I?' was his first thought was as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. He was lying in a bed which felt foreign under him and he instantly knew he was not at Hogwarts any more, nor at the Malfoy Manor. Freezing for a moment, he started to panic. This wasn't right. Quickly sitting up on the strange bed, his hand went straight to his pocket to take hold of his wand. However, his hand found no pocket. Throwing back the covers, he realised he was only wearing his silk, black boxers. Someone had stripped him from his clothes without him noticing? Something was definitely wrong.

Scanning the room, he noticed that bed was the only object in the room. The room itself was a small box like room, with the only light source being a tiny window on the top corner of a wall. The ceiling was high though and had a few Victorian-like features, making him guess this house was not modern. As Draco looked around the room more the more he doubted it was normally used as a bedroom. Everything, including the air, was thick with dust, but the bed covers were not. This room was certainly not used frequently.

He looked around the room again slowly until he noticed the faint outline of a door through the dust. Suddenly feeling relief, Draco scrambled out of the bed and over to the door. He needed answers and he knew they were waiting for him outside this room. Grinning a little, he turned the handle and pulled on the door. Nothing. Frowning, he pushed against the door to get the same result. The door didn't even budge a little. "You've got to be kidding me..." He muttered as he pushed against the door hard. He was locked in. With no wand, he wasn't getting out soon.

'Great,' he thought, pushing his hand through his blonde hair. 'I'm trapped in a room without my wand and no memory of how I got here...'

Groaning, Draco slowly moved over to sit on the edge of the dusty bed. He leaned forward and held his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly. He needed to calm down and think straight. He stayed still and remained quiet, hoping to clear his mind enough to remember how he got here. He must remember something. He could only hear his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat from the loud silence. It felt horrible, but slowly his mind became less foggy. After a few moment, his head snapped up and his eyes were wide.

He had no way to tell the time in this windowless box and right now that scared him. It was too dangerous for him to be alone right now. Without his wand, he was a sitting duck with a target hanging around his head. He couldn't even hide behind his name or wealth. The name Malfoy was worth nothing in the wizarding world. His family fortune was probably being guarded. Staring at his left arm, Draco's heartbeat increases as he started to remember the events from a few nights ago.

A few nights ago, Draco Malfoy was pointing his wand at Albus Dumbledore after letting the Death Eaters into Hogwarts.