okay so here is another story yes? This is dedicated to one of my best friends. I am finished with the whole story, but I cannot upload the other chapters until my friend has read it :) I also have some drawings I've made for it. I will post those on my profile later as well...

just so you know. this has not been read through by any "professional" writer. (I have no BETA(which reminds me. any one interested?)) so easy on the spelling and grammar (and trust me when I say this, almost EVERY WORD that is misspelled is a mistake and I'm not really that stupid ;) I guess I just wrote too fast. but I've checked it like a hundred of times for misspelled words and well. I didn't find any,,, yet,,,

Disclamer: you know how this works don't you? I say i want to own Harry Potter. Everyone tells me I don't. I get sad and writes this telling everyone I want to own it but I still don't.. and everyone in the whole world know who own Harry Potter and his world.. J.K Rowling of course! *cough* me *cough*

well.. Enjoy and tell me what you think :)

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 1

Long Lost Boy

The front doors opened and a boy was pushed forward so roughly, he fell hard on the floor. Every head was turned towards the boy, their food long forgotten. The boy was still face down on his knees and elbows and he was shaking. In through the doors came a tall wizard with fancy cloths, he was holding a black walking stick and he held his head high with his long white blond hair hanging perfectly down his back. He looked very important as he looked around in the crowed hall.

He looked down at the boy in front of him with a slightly disgusted look and showed him aside harshly in the side as he walked past him with long and determined steps. The man stared straight ahead and didn't put another thought of his surroundings nor the boy behind him.

Most of the eyes now followed the intruder as he strolled down towards the front. Nevertheless, some eyes were still staring at the boy on the floor. He didn't move from his position and he didn't show any sign of doing so. They all wondered the same thing: who was this boy?

He had also this very white blond hair as the important man in the front. He must be this man's son. They all thought the hair looked familiar, but they couldn't really put a face on it.

"Ah, Lucius. And what brings us this honour?" Dumbledore said as he greeted the man with open arms. The two men had now all the attention in the room as the spoke with each other. However, the pupils near the entrance couldn't help but to glance at the boy, laying on the floor, every now and then.

The decorated hall was silent as they watched the scene between the two men. It was Halloween and every student was present for the Halloween feast.

Who was this man? Three students sat close together discussing something while they shot glances at the blond wizard talking to their beloved headmaster. One of them, the girl, laid some extra attention to the boy though. She knew who he was and she looked at him with confusion and pity.

"Draco! Come here you piece of junk!" Lucius suddenly yelled across the hall. The students looked at the each other and some started to whisper.

The boy didn't move an inch.

"NOW!" Lucius yelled louder. As the boy still didn't respond, Lucius hurried down the hall with an angry expression showed on his features. When he was standing over the boy, he kicked him in the stomach, which made everyone gasp, hold his or her breath, or glare. The boy moaned and rolled over on his side. Lucius grabbed him by his collar, made him stand, and pushed him forward. The boy, or Draco, stumbled forward with his head down.

Everyone watched him, some with their mouths open, some with a frown and some felt sorry for him.

Draco stopped in front of Dumbledore but didn't look up at him. When Lucius approached, he hit Draco violently over the backside of his legs with his cane, which made Draco fall on his knees as if he kneeled.

"There is no need for those actions here Lucius," Dumbledore said calmly. His staff glared as Lucius, and some of them looked like they were going to attack him.

"He is my son, I do whatever I want with him," Lucius answered with a sneer.

"Yes, but this is my school. I cannot tolerate such behaviour among my students."

Lucius ignored him and turned to Draco.

"Remember why we're here Draco?" the boy nodded slowly without lifting his head. "Go on with it then," Lucius said and throwed a wand down by his knees. The hall held their breath as they watched and waited on what was going to happen next.

When Draco didn't move, his father grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up on his feet. Draco just stood there looking down at the floor. Lucius bend down, took the wand and showed it into Draco's shaking hand. He held the wand into a firm, but shaky, grip.

"I don't have all day Draco!" Lucius said in a lazy manner.

There was a movement among the tables and a boy stood up, wand in hand. Draco didn't notice or payed any attention to it, but Dumbledore held up his hand.

"Please, sit down Harry, Let's not make it worse for young here," he smiled calmly at Draco as Hermione Granger grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled him down while whispering something in his ear. "Thank you ," the old professor said. Harry mumbled quietly to himself and didn't let the Malfoys out of sight.

Lucius had turned and sneered at the trio. The boys glared back at him while Hermione stared at the back of Draco with a slightly worried look.

Lucius hit Draco over his head. "Get on with is already!"

Professor McGonagall made an attempt to stand and send Malfoy Senior a piece of her mind, but Hagrid stopped her and shaked his head to her as to say: "tha' 's not a very smar' mo'e professor," McGonagall nodded and put away her wand, but still stared stiffly at Lucius.

"Would you be so kind Lucius, and tell us what this is about?" Dumbledore said and looked at Draco, instead of his father.

"If I did, there wouldn't be much of a surprise now would it?" Lucius sneered. "But I guess you all wonder where Draco has been these last months," Lucius scanned the hall and looked at the students. A few nodded while the rest of them looked confused. "Ah Draco, would you look at that? Most of your classmates didn't even notice your absence." Lucius smirked as he saw his son's shoulders fall. "What did you expect son? That they would miss you?" He laughed without humor.

"Now that's quite enough!" it was McGonagall once again. She stood up and pointed at Lucius. "There is no need..."

"That will do Minerva," Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her and she sat down. "Lucius stop this, leave Draco here and go home."

Lucius glared at the headmaster but didn't answer. Instead he walked closer to Draco and hissed in his ear: "Do you want Him to kill me? Do you want me dead? Is that what you want? You will have nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn. You will be alone and abandoned. Forgotten. He will kill me if you don't do it Draco. If I die, your mother won't let you into the house. She will disown you. You're not worth a house elf," he spat the last part as if it was a parasite not worthy to be under his shoe.

Draco's shoulders started to shake slightly. "Are you crying?" Draco shaked his head slowly and tried to get some kind of control over his shoulders. He failed, but you could see and feel that he put his mind and soul into not showing his weak side in front of the whole school. Not that anyone would laugh at it after all that has happened to him.

Lucius hit him in the ribs, making him bend over in pain. "Do you really want me to do it the hard way?" Draco didn't move from his kneeling position. "You've only got yourself to blame boy," and he ripped Dracos T-shirt off, making most of the hall gasp.

His back was full of bruises and scars, his muscles were full of wounds, old and new. Draco had his eyes closed and got ready for what he knew would come.

Hermione had her hand in front of her mouth and tears were making their way down her cheeks.

Harry watched with a rather horrific expression of what was going to happen.

Ron couldn't believe his eyes, he sat there, staring at the scene in front of him, like a fish without water.

Lucius took a firm grip of his cane and lifted it over his head ready to strike. Hermione closed her eyes and couldn't look. She twitched as she heard the hit, and then another and another. She couldn't believe the teachers didn't do anything about this. She opened her eyes and saw to her horror, more than ten Death Eaters lined up by the wall, with their wands pointed at the teachers. Where did they come from?

Draco took every hit without a sound. Many were surprised by this, but they guessed he is used to it. What they didn't see though, was the pain on the boys' face and the hot tears of hurt and embarrassment flow down his cheeks. Another hit, and another one. More tears.

"Stop it!" was heard from somewhere among the tables. It was Hermione, she stood up crying.

Lucius turned around, and when he saw Hermione he smirked. "sit down you silly girl, you can't do anything to prevent this, and you know it."

Draco on the other hand didn't move, he felt his own blood on his back and the pain in his body. Could someone please take it all away?