Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: My other story is on hiatus mainly because I have had writers' block for a few months now. However, ideas are beginning to come to my head so I may update it soon.
Warning: This story will have a lot of depression, beatings etc. Though there will be a rape in a couple of places, I have NO intention of writing a rape scene so rest easy. The main point of the rapes is to explore the aftereffects on our main character and the people around him. If you have a problem with this, then DO NOT READ THIS STORY. I am not responsible for your reaction and I will not tolerate reviews telling me I suck because I have written this. If you have criticism, please make sure it will help me make the story better. In other words, make it constructive criticism, not hurtful criticism.
~~Prologue~~
Every bone in his body ached. A few were broken that he knew. He was cold and wet. He was getting sick as well. His head hurt from being thrown into a wall repeatedly. Everything in his body hurt so badly, the results of his "father" and his anger. His father had been angry all summer mainly because Potter had freed him of one of the house-elves and had prevented the Chamber of Secrets from 'cleaning out' Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy had never agreed with his father's views no matter how much he had acted like it. His father knew that and somehow in the following years he had become his father's outlet for his anger. He was often beaten often whenever he was home and sometimes he was called home just to be a punching bag.
His father. Lord knew where Lucius Malfoy was. After this last beating, he had thrown the boy into a cell in the basement of the Malfoy mansion and had left. Something told Draco that his father was not coming back ever. He had no idea where his mother was. She tended to ignore the beatings and late night screams. She had never come to comfort him or to tend the wounds. Only the house-elves had and now that his main source of comfort, Dobby, was gone, Draco felt that he had no one.
His thoughts were interrupted immediately when the door to his cell opened and a figure in dark robes walked in. The boy heard an audible gasp as he tried to curl further into the shadows and make himself invisible. To his surprise though, the figure bent down and gently pushed his hair back. The stranger spoke soothingly to him and wrapped the prisoner in one of his robes before gently picked him up and walked briskly out of the cell.
TBC…