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Introduction: Pools of Blood
He wanted to scream, his voice heard through the stone walls.
Tear out his hair, have the silky strands fall to his bare feet.
Pound his fists into the brick, the stone ripping at skin.
Sink his nails into warm flesh, and feel the wet of fresh blood of another on his hands.
He wanted the pain to stop, the cuts to heal, and the memory gone.
Curled up on the dirty stone-cold floor, Draco Malfoy, starved, naked, beaten and bleeding, cried into his shaking bloody hands. Blood smeared his nose and forehead, and his check had blossomed into a nice purple bruise. Slowly he uncurled himself, and shakily crawled across the blood and semen covered floor to the bed, then used it to pull himself up. Still sobbing, tears spilling off his face like a waterfall, he limped over to the wide open door, the keys hanging from the lock. He never looked back, not even one last look at the blood smeared, desecrated, dead body of his father lying on the bed. No once regretted what he had done. Stumbling out of the room, he heard the shouts from above, the screaming of spells and curses, and he knew. They had finally come. But too late.
Remus Lupin darted down the stairs, crashing into brick walls, using them to push him further forward. He had to be here somewhere, he had to be. He kept telling himself, never letting his mind slip from the thought that he was in the house, somewhere.
" Draco!" he called out, his voice wavering as he barreled into the dungeon, shoving open doors, kicking in locks, tears of fear filmed his eyes.
" Draco!" he'd checked the bedrooms, the kitchen, the stables, and any other place a young man could hide. Nothing. Not ever a body. He began to panic, his heart rate sky rocketing, and as he burst open another door just to see it empty, he slumped against the doorframe, pounding his fist against the wall, " god damn it." he hissed through clenched teeth, " we're to late."
He could hear him now, wanting to go to him, but not having the strength, Draco had fallen partway down the long hallway, obscured by darkness, all he heard was Lupins desperate cries. He wanted to be found, to be saved from the cold, and the pain. Be didn't want to be seen. For them to know what had happened to him. Then he heard the approaching footsteps, the creaking of a door being pushed open, and the strangled gasp of disgust, the thud as a body dropped to the ground, and the splash of stomach contents hitting the stone floor. He turned away from the sound, curling tighter into himself.
Remus, after emptying his stomach onto the floor, stood up on shaky knees and slammed the door shut. Never wanting to see that gruesome picture again.
Hoarsely he called out once more, " Draco? please god tell me your alive…"
" but I don't want to be" a quite tear-filled voice said from his left, into the dark empty hall. He took a step forward. "Draco?"
" yeah?"
"I'm here to help you, do you know who was in that room over there?"
" among all the things I've lost, my mind is not one of them, despite my pleas." A bitter, louder voice said from the shadows.
" good, then you won't mind if I porkey you to the hospital wing?"
A quite laugh, " do I have a choice?"
"its that, or I carry you upstairs to have another auror take you."
A pause, " throw me the porkey."
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