Summary: Draco is captured and tortured by the Dark Lord on a remote Island. And who better than Hermione Granger and the Golden Trio to find him, nurse him back to health and sanity? As he experiences the Trio's kindness to him, he is first thankful and grateful that they saved him. And then as he gets to know them more, he develops some warm feelings towards the person he once hated the most in the Wizarding World:, looked down upon and thought of as low as dirt: the Mudblood Hermione Granger. But he's got other secrets as well (like the binding curse the Dark Lord's placed upon him). Who's side will Draco really choose? The Light, or succumb utterly back to the Dark? Can the Golden Trio free/rescue him and his family from You-know-who? A kind of Dark fic, focusing mainly on Draco's side of things. Set in the 6th and 7th years, after Snape killed Dumbledore. Ignore JKR's ending and epilogue, if you want to read my fanfic story!
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Narcissa and Lucius were pleading with their Lord upon knowing their only son, Draco Malfoy had been captured by the Dark Lord and tormented as his toy. They as parents, felt his pain and torment everyday. They couldn't bear seeing their only son being so weak, suffering so much because of their wrong choices. Lucius knew now that his failures brought this down upon Draco, his only Son and Heir to the noble and pure Malfoy line. He now regretted his choices and wished he was able to suffer in his own flesh and blood's place. Narcissa was crying in pain and hurt, whenever the Dark Lord summoned her son and antagonized him further more.
"Please My Lord, releasing him from his pain, I can't bear it no more! I don't wish to see my only own flesh and blood hurt! Please understand, my Lord, I will pay for my failures myself, in his place. My only Son shouldn't pay and suffer for me, for I am the one who failed you, my Lord, not him. Please, my Lord, I'm begging of you, free him from this awful curse!"
This was Lucius' feeble and weak attempt at begging Lord Voldemort for mercy. Alas, the Lord wasn't merciful nor compassionate, he was pure evil and loved to make others suffer, no matter he or she was a pureblood or not! He emitted a sadistic laugh before taunting the man pleading before him:
"Why Lucius, showing care for your own flesh and blood? Who would have thought? You failed me more than once and got yourself into Azkaban, and I chose your only Heir to pay for you because I knew how much more it would hurt you and your wife Narcissa than if I made you pay for your own faults."
Voldemort completely ignored Lucius's useless and pointless plea and once again, Crucioed Lucius and Narcissa's only child. His victim let out loud, awful and despairing sounds. He who must not be Named relished in his victim's cries and was once again, satisfied and pleased with himself. He loved hurting his favourite toy and sometimes exploited the Binding Curse he placed upon the Malfoy Heir to make him obey his every command and orders. Such was Voldemort's wrath if one of his servants displeased him.
All the while Draco Malfoy was thinking and silently pleading with his unmerciful Master:
"Please, My Lord, no more of this insanity! I'll kill every Mudblood for you to pay for my Father's
failures".
To which his Lord answered:
"Ah…no, my little, naive and young Draco, I'm afraid that won't be enough punishment. Because your Father disappointed me greatly by getting himself captured into Azkaban and we had to employ special forces to rescue him from there and you failed killing Dumbledore, so that's going to be your punishment for your faults. "
The Malfoys' dark Master loved saying Draco's first name, because the Young Malfoy would ache and hurt even more if he said it out loud. And all this brought him ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.