Disclaimer- This is for the whole story- Don't own Harry Potter. Or the song lyrics. I'm poor, don't sue me.

Author's Note- Hey, thanks for checking out my new multi chapter story. To begin, this isn't like anything else I've ever written. This is going to be a very dark and twisted story- full of heartbreak, sadness, and mental illness. I've also never written a story that happens post war era so this is my first go at it. Now I know there are similar stories out there floating about fanfiction. I've read some, found none like the one I'm about to write. I got inspired by the movie (and the book I promise, just this scene made me think of the idea) Deathly Hallow's Part II where (spoiler if you haven't watched the movie) Voldemort embraces Draco and sounds likes he's having an orgasm while hugging him. And Draco's face, awww so sad. Watch it if you haven't seen it, super creepy- www. youtube watch?v=3ZW_dwd_WJY. (don't own the clip) Anyway I got this brilliant idea from it, and this is what came of it- Malfoy Mania. So I hope you enjoy it, or as much as one can about sad stories.

WARNING- mention of rape/ suicide/ severe mental health issues/ torture/ and slash.

There is nothing left of you

I can see it in your eyes

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

Cold light above us

Hope fills the heart

And fades away

Skin white as winter

As the sky returns to grey

Days go on forever

But I have not left your side

We can chase the dark together

If you go then so will I

There is nothing left of you

I can see it in your eyes

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

I keep holding onto you

But I can't bring you back to life

Sing the anthem of the angels

Then say the last goodbye

- Anthem of the Angels- Breaking Benjamin

Malfoy Mania

Chapter 1- What Happened to You?

"Thank you for seeing me, I know how busy you are,"

Harry looked up from his desk, a smile escaping him as he motioned for his guest to sit down. Five years ago, he would have never expected to see Narcissa Malfoy actually speak to him, let alone come visit him at his office. She'd saved his life that night at the Battle of Hogwarts, something he'd never forgotten.

"So what can I do for you Mrs. Malfoy?" He asked, clearing his desk to give her his full attention. He noticed she was as anxious as she always was when she came to see him. He knew her life was hard after the war, wizards and death eaters alike despised her. She was under constant watch by Aurors and the media.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Narcissa Harry. With Lucius dead, I'm really no longer a Malfoy. Besides I owe you my life, I think you have earned the right to call me by my first name," Narcissa stated, leaning against the armchair. "I see they have finally given you an office,"

"Yeah Shakebolt tells me it's because I'm the youngest Auror ever to complete so many missions with such few casualties. If you ask me, I think it's just the ministry trying to make itself look good," He stated, shrugging "So what can I do for you Narcissa? More death threats?"

"No, nothing like that. I'm used to them by now," She looked down, fiddling with her nails. He felt sorry for her, she never asked for this. She wasn't a bad person, just married into the wrong crowd. "Look Harry you said I could come to you if I need anything. I would never ask of you for this favour if it wasn't important,"

She looked up at him, her eyes shone of unshed tears.

"Of course, you saved my life. You saved a lot of lives. Anything you need, I'm here for you"

"Good to hear, " She said, leaning forward to prop her arms on his desk "I don't really know how to say this. I don't have much time left, I'm dying or that's what the healers tell me. Now that part I can deal with. However, I need someone to look after everything after I pass. I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have anyone else, but out of everyone I know, you are the only person I trust with my estate,"

"You're dying?" He asked, completely taken aback. Taking a second look, he did notice that Mrs. Malfoy did look paler than usual, and a little thinner.

"Yes, they say I have about a month and a half to live. Cancer I'm afraid."

He gave her a half smile, placing his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him, her eyes beginning to tear up. She placed her other hand over his, giving him a weak smile.

"I'm so sorry," He said, unsure of what else to say. "I would be honoured to have your estate, but what about Draco? He's your son, shouldn't he receive everything?"

"Oh Draco," Narcissa said, pulling back from him as tears streamed down her face. He reached in his robes pocket, handing her his handkerchief. He was sure the younger Malfoy was still alive. Doing Merlin's knows what, he wasn't sure. "That's why I'm here,"

"Has Malfoy done something wrong?"

"No, nothing like that, " Narcissa wiped her eyes, standing up and walking toward the window. "I know how you feel about my son. I know he was never nice to you, much like his father that way. He's a good boy though, deep down. He never wanted any of this,"

"Any of what?" He asked, intrigued.

"It's a long story, hard to explain really. It's something you'd have to see for yourself. You are the only person I can trust with my son. Please? Will you help me?" Narcissa asked, turning to look at him.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn't exactly prepare to put his neck out for the git. Though he admired Narcissa and had grown fond of the women, Malfoy was still Malfoy. Though his curiosity for the blond was starting to creep back- bringing back memories of sixth year. Was he prepared to let the former Slytherin back into his life?

"I don't know Mrs. Malfoy..."

"I know it's a lot to ask without telling you much. I just don't want this to get out. It would kill Draco if it did and this is all I can do. He would be furious if he knew I was asking for your help," Narcissa came to him, her eyes full of despair. He'd never seen the women so heartbroken, and he'd been there for her when Lucius finally passed away. And all those months of her trial. Though he supposed, he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her unquestionable devotion to her son. "He needs someone Harry, he has no one else but me. I can't leave him there all by himself. I have to know someone is looking after him. Please, look, I'm visiting him tomorrow, come with me. See what he has done to him,"

What he did to him? He was confused, did she mean Lucius? Voldemort? His curiosity was beginning to be too much. Besides, it's not as if he could say no to someone's dying wish. Even if it meant helping Malfoy- what was his life coming to?

"I guess I could do that," He finally said, deciding against his better judgement to help Narcissa. Really, what was the worst that could have happened to Malfoy he thought.

"Thank you so much Harry, you have no idea how much this means to me," Narcissa said, taking a step forward almost as if to hug him but stopped, deciding to head toward the door instead. "I just have one other thing, don't tell anyone about this will you? It's the least I can do for Draco after everything "

"Sure," He said, watching as a smile appeared on Narcissa's face for the first time since she'd entered the room.

"Good, thank you. I'll see you here tomorrow then,"

He nodded, watching as Narcissa left.

He couldn't help but tap his fingers on the wooden desk in front of him. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach made him think otherwise. He sighed, Draco Malfoy always seemed to find a way to crawl back into his life.

"Linnea," He called out to his secretary, she appeared immediately. "Can you do me a favor and look up the files on Draco Lucius Malfoy, oh and try to do it quietly, I don't want too many people knowing about this,"

"Yes, of course Mr. Potter. Anything else?" She asked, her smile too wide for his liking. She was an amazing secretary, just a little too obsessed with his status of boy-who-lived- twice. He supposed he should be flattered, but somehow it just irritated him.

"No, just the files,"

She nodded at him again eagerly, her long black hair swaying as she did so. He smiled at her then, watching as she blushed and ran off out the door. Somehow, he thought leaning back against his chair, he was beginning to want to see the short silver hair, cold expression of his long time enemy.

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First Name: Draco Middle:Lucius Last: Malfoy

Born: June 5, 1980.

Age: 23

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color:Blond

Skin Color: Pale

Wand: 10", Hawthorn, unicorn hair

Family Status:

Blood Status- Pure-Blood

Marital Status- Single

Mother: Narcissa Malfoy

Father:Lucius Malfoy

Occupation: last known- student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Affiliations: Death Eater

Current Whereabouts- Unknown

Notes:

Mr. Malfoy was found with his parents on the grounds of Hogwarts after the Battle of Hogwarts. He was found guilty of charges ranging from muggle endangerment to torture and served one year in Azkaban before being transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries after showing signs of severe mental trauma. He resided in the Janus Thickey Ward for six months before disappearing. He is presumed dead.

Presumed dead.

All this time and the ministry thought he was dead. He always assumed after the die down of the war, Draco like the rest of the many convicted death eaters who were allowed out of Azkaban because they switched alliances, went and finished school and got a career. Not that it was easy for convicted death eaters.

How did he not know Malfoy went to St. Mungos, or that he had severe mental trauma. Though, thinking back, the last time he'd seen his former enemy was at his trial. As he had done for Mrs. Malfoy, he spoke on behalf of Malfoy's character and what he'd done for him during the war. At the time, he felt he owed Malfoy that much for saving his life. Malfoy never did tell him if he did actually recognize him at Malfoy Manor. Thinking back, Malfoy never said one word to him. He'd been rightfully pissed the entire time, but figured Malfoy was just too stubborn to actually thank him. Like usual. He'd never suspected the war affected the former Slytherin.

He flipped through the rest of the file, noticing a page of his medical records was missing. The one he presumed was from his stay at St. Mungo's. What happened to you Malfoy?

"Hey mate there you are,"

He jumped, closing the file abruptly, trying to compose himself. Why was he so nervous? It's not like was doing anything bad, just curious on the status of Malfoy, that was all.

"Oh hey Ron, something I can do for you?" He asked, motioning for his friend to sit down.

"Yeah, we have dinner at my parents house tonight remember? Everyone is going to be there, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, your girlfriend. You know how mum is about family dinners after you know, Fred," Ron said, walking toward the window. He groaned, he completely forgot about that.

"Right, I can't go," He said, not able to say anything else. What was he to say? He promised Narcissa he wouldn't tell anyone.

"You're going to miss seeing your girlfriend that's been gone for a month at the Harpie's training camp. Plus deal with a stern lecture you will no doubt receive from both my mother and my wife slash your best friend? What's so important that Mr. Harry Potter the saviour of the wizarding world is going to miss family dinner? Has something to do with Malfoy's mother coming to see you yesterday doesn't it?" Ron asked him, making him instinctively flip over Malfoy's folder on his desk.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because when she comes you drop everything to help her. I get that she saved your life but come on man, she's not Malfoy. You don't need to obsess about her too," Ron joked, punching him in the shoulder playfully before sitting on his desk next to him. He couldn't help but look down at the file and back at Ron hoping in all things Merlin he didn't turn it over and the see the name. He wouldn't hear the end of it if he did.

"She has trouble sometimes. I happen to like Narcissa, she's nothing like Malfoy,"

"Narcissa now? Gotten friendlier I see," Ron raised his eyebrows suggestively making him roll his eyes before pushing him off his desk.

"Don't you have case reports to write," He said, completely annoyed at this point and he particularly didn't want him to run into Narcissa, knowing he wouldn't be able to live that down either.

"Obviously, you know how I'm about doing actual work. Some of us don't have secretaries who do all our work for us either, " Ron teased, finally taking a seat across from him, putting his feet up on his desk.

"Well maybe if you took your job more seriously sometimes, you would get your own secretary," He teased back.

"I work hard! I just don't like doing the case reports. So what?" Ron huffed, watching in amusement as his best friend folded his arms in mock anger.

"Mr. Potter,"

He looked up to see Linnea appear in the room, her arms full of what appeared to be letters. He groaned, motioning for her to approach him.

"Yes," He answered her as she made her way toward the two of them.

"You have a visitor. Oh and here's your mail for the day. Also you told me to remind you that you would be having dinner at the Weasley's house tonight," Linnea went on, putting the mail on his desk. "Would you like me to tell her to come in?"

"That's my cue to leave. Have fun with whatever you are doing Mr. big mystery. Nice seeing you Linnea," Ron said, getting up to leave.

"Please apologize to your mom for me will you? Oh and tell Ginny I'll see her later tonight," He called out, watching as his friend poked his head through his door.

"No way, you apologize yourself, I'm not dealing with my mum's disappointment," Ron said, grinning before walking out the door again.

"Anything else I can do for you Mr. Potter?"

He looked over to see Linnea hadn't left the room yet. He groaned, picking up Malfoy's folder and passing it to her.

"Tell Mrs. Malfoy to come in and take this and put it back where it came from," He stated, watching as she took it and scurried out of the room. He stood up, turning to grab his coat from the hook behind his desk.

"Hello Mr. Potter,"

He wiped around to see that it was not Narcissa Malfoy who had come to visit him. He looked the stranger up and down, wondering if he knew her from somewhere. She had long brown hair tied tightly in a ponytail, revealing her very angular face. Her eyes were hazel, matching well with her tanned skin. She was of average height, noticing that she was wearing what appeared to be a healers outfit under her black jacket. He didn't recognize her from anything.

"Can I help you?" He finally asked, leaning against his desk.

"Mrs. Malfoy has asked me to take you to see her son. She informed me that you will be Draco's primary caregiver," The women replied, making him lose his footing. He shifted, taking a more secure position on his desk.

"His primary caregiver? I didn't sign up for that. All I said was I would go see Malfoy, that's it," He stated, "Where is Mrs. Malfoy anyway?"

"She's at St. Mungo's right now getting treatment. You do know she is dying right?" The women asked, crossing her arms at him. She seemed, almost angry with him.

"Yes, she told me yesterday. That's why I told her I'd see Malfoy. Who are you anyway?" He asked.

"I'm Annabella, but most people call me Annie. I'm Draco's primary healer. Mrs. Malfoy thought it best if I take you since I've been looking after him since he first arrived. We must get going, " The women said, looking at him intently.

"And where are we going exactly? Malfoy has been gone for almost four years now apparently. He was last seen at St. Mungo's" He said, he wasn't leaving until he got answers. What was with the shroud of mystery over Malfoy out of all people.

"He's still there. He never really left," Annabelle said, walking toward him. "Look can we please just go to St. Mungo's. Mrs. Malfoy would like this to be kept as quiet as possible about her son and I don't feel comfortable talking about it in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic. I personally don't want to lose my career over the matter,"

He looked at her intently as she stood in front of him, her eyes almost looking directly inside him. Searching. Searching for what he wasn't sure. Maybe if he'd actually go with her. This was beginning to become too much. He was dying of curiosity to see what in Merlin's name Malfoy had been doing in St. Mungo's for the last four years and why he was there in the first place.

"Okay," He finally said, getting up and following the mysterious Annabella out of his office. "You will tell me everything once we get there won't you?"

"Of course," She said, smiling at him for the first time as they departed to St Mungo's.

He walked through the muggle condemned department store that was the entrance of St. Mungo's, following the mysterious healer Annabella. He nodded toward the welcome witch who beamed at him, waving as they walked through. They headed toward the elevator, he watched as she pressed the button for the fourth floor- Spell Damage and Janus Thickey Ward, the same ward that Gilderoy Lockhart, Neville's parents and apparently Malfoy resided in.

The doors opened and they continued down the hallway toward the doors for the Janus Thickey Ward, his suspicions finally being answered. So he was here? Did the Ministry make a mistake?

"Hey Tony, let me in,"

He looked to notice a tall man sitting in a desk behind the doors to the side. The doors made a faint clicking sound, watching the wards disappearing. Annabella opened the door, holding it as he walked through.

"Thanks. How is he doing?" He watched her ask the man. Tony, as she called him, gave him a once over before turning back to face her.

"Fine, nothing's changed. He's still out from screaming all night. Why is Harry Potter here?" The man asked, looking at him again.

"He's here to see Mr. Black. He'll be Abraxas' new caregiver hopefully," Annabella replied. Abraxas Black? He thought he was here to see Draco Malfoy. "Harry this is Tony, he's the security for this ward. Some of the patients can be violent at times. If theres anything you need. just ask him."

"Good to meet you in person Mr. Potter. It's nice to know Mr. Black will be getting a new caregiver. Merlin knows that kid needs one," The man said, clapping him on the back before going back to his desk.

"Mr. Black? Abraxas Black?" He asked.

"Most people know Draco as Abraxas Black. His mother had his name changed when he came back to us. She didn't want anyone to know about... his particular state," Annabella explained as he followed her down a corridor into what he could only assume was her office. He took the seat across from her desk as she undid her coat.

"Particular state?" He asked, unsure of what it all meant.

"It's hard to explain, I'm not even sure how to begin. " Annabella said, waving her wand, he could only assume was silencing charm. "Before I do, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about any of this,"

"Look, I promise not to tell anyone. Just, for Merlin's sake, can we get this over with?" He said, taking off his jacket, resting in on the chair next to him. The suspense was killing him.

"Yes, of course" She said, smiling at him as she sat down. "Where to begin. I suppose I'll just start from the beginning. When Draco first came to us four years ago, the guards at Azkaban thought it was just trauma suffered from being incarcerated. He was quiet, didn't really talk much, Not your usual signs of trauma. Anyway at night he would have these terrible night terrors. He'd scream, beg, all the while thrashing about. It was just awful to watch, and almost impossible to wake him from.

So we did some tests. I figured it was some type of spell damage done to him during his stay with the death eaters. Merlin knows what those bastards did to people. Anyway, his mental state decreased and we found signs of prolonged exposure to several dark curses, such as the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse. Thing was, none of it explained the nightmares. He obviously suffered immensely during his time with you-know-who. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy wouldn't talk about it. They wouldn't tell me anything. We tried sleeping draughts, spells. Anything. There was really nothing I could do,"

He nodded along with her, unable to say a word. How did he not know Malfoy was suffering all that time at Malfoy Manor. Was it because of his failed attempt to kill their headmaster? Or him? He knew Malfoy would be blamed for being unable to verify his identity, and escaping.

"So we had to let him go. Six months later, Mrs Malfoy brought Draco back, only his name was changed. That wasn't the only thing that had changed since his last visit. His nightmares had become his delusions. Awake or asleep, he still believed he was living in Malfoy Manor in the midsts of the war. So finally I was fed up, and I cornered the now widowed Mrs. Malfoy. Without Mr. Malfoy, she was more willing to talk. Apparently, when Draco didn't kill the headmaster of Hogwarts, you-know-who saw no use for him. Instead of killing him.. he..."

He looked up to see tears adorning the face of the healer. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, passing it to her. Flashes of yesterday came to mind when he was with Narcissa.

"He forced him to do things. Sexual things. From what I understand, Draco became you-know-who's pet. His sex slave. That's all Mrs. Malfoy would divulge to me. From what I gather, Draco by the end, meant everything to you-know-who. He cursed Draco to live out their nights together. Obviously no magic that has ever been done before. We can't do anything to him, you have to understand. Memory charms are difficult, and if one does break them, it can do irreversible damage. So now... well Draco just lives through it. And it's getting worse. There's nothing to be done really. The only way we see it is that Draco has to fight it himself. If he does, there might be a chance to be able to fix it. But we need to pinpoint the memories. But he's given up though, a long time ago." She explained, her eyes clouding over in almost despair.

He sat there shocked. Sex slave. To Voldemort. The words passed him but he just couldn't comprehend them. How could this happen? How did he not see it? This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be true. Could it? It's not like Malfoy would have ever told him. This had to be some type of sick joke.

"Can I see him?" He asked, breaking the silence. The only way he would believe this was to see the man in person.

"Of course, I would like that," Annabella said, getting up. He followed her as they went down another hallway, he couldn't help but look in each room as they passed. "Now, he'll probably be unconscious when you go in. Just make sure you don't lose your guard, he's known to attack people. He most likely won't know who you are so don't be offended."

They stopped at the last room of the corridor, a desk was in front the glass window, a woman sitting there staring intently into the room. He followed her eye line, not sure of what to expect.

Laying there was a very pale, frail looking man. He took a step closer toward the glass, not wanting to accept what he was seeing. If it wasn't for the platinum blonde hair, he'd never believe it.

His heart broke.

That was indeed Draco Malfoy, in all his misery.

He wasn't the man he knew only five years ago. This man looked broken. Defeated. There was no life in those grey eyes as they stared blankly ahead.

"He's awake if you would like to see him Mr. Potter,"

I figure I'll leave it here. It feels weird writing a post- war story but here goes. Some notes, I tried to follow the books as best as possible with their futures. I don't know if they have cancer in the wizarding world but I couldn't find an illness that worked so cancer it was. I know there are a few OC's but they're needed for the story.

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