oka,y guys so this is the full version. Sorry for the super long hiatus had a lot of stuff going on. A caution things get pretty dark!
" I think enough blood is spilled for today. Traitors have to pay for their crimes. However I feel it is a waste of magical blood, and blood of a slytherin descendent even worse. But there are exceptions I suppose, I placed my faith on the wrong wizard and he has payed for it with his life. I now doubt whether his blood was really pure."
The death eaters laughter echoed around the grand hall of the Malfoy Manor.
Draco stood behind his mother. All eyes were on them, eyes full of loathing.
He couldn't see his mother's face but knew he could draw no comfort from the eyes that were filled with defeat.
Draco felt pure fear. Fear for his mother, fear for life, fear for his sanity.
Narcissa looked up hardly being able to meet the Dark Lord in the eye. Her quivering lips failed to form any words.
" What is your sister trying to say?" The Dark Lord asked Bellatrix.
" My Lord she is asking you forgiveness, she made a grave mistake and has disgraced our family. She is eager my Lord."
"Alas if you want to return to my favor then, there is a little task that I can let you do for me."
Narcissa bowed low still shivering.
" Anything my Lord"
" Unfortunately Narcissa the task is not for you to perform, your chance at compensation for your crime should be fulfilled by your son."
Draco felt the air suck out of him.
Narcissa looked towards the Dark Lord, eyes wide and pleading, the eyes that had Draco had seen convey thousands of messages today were begging the Dark Lord to take back his words. Nobody made a sound.
" There is a certain hindrance that needs to be taken care of. It musnt be too hard of a task, for he is a frail old man now, so naïve as to believe that a boy! An inane witless boy will be the end of the Dark Lord."
A little-overdone howl of laughter echoed in the hall.
A chill ran down Draco's spine as the Dark Lord approached him. He studied Draco with his snake like eyes. He leaned in and brushed his pale fingers against Draco's shoulder, Draco could feel his cool breath against his ear as the Dark Lord whispered.
" In you, I see a boy who wants to prove himself. Use this opportunity to win back what was once yours. You and your beloved mother shall be spared."
Draco's head began spinning. What was he being asked to do? Was he even capable of such a feat? How had the world suddenly turned against him?
He heard his mother's loud sobs begging the Dark Lord. She was on her knees, completely broken as if her son had been given a death sentence. Draco wanted to go to her, comfort her in his arms to assure her that she need not worry. Tell her that he would perform the task successfully. promise her that he would save them.
But his promise would be a lie. His words of comfort empty. Draco was never so confident about his own demise.
" Come forward Draco, and offer me your arm."
Draco felt his feet move, he robotically pulled up his sleve.
Narcissa turned her bloodshot eyes towards her sister.
" Bella, please….."
Bellatrix turned away ignorant.
" You are a disgrace to us. Take the opportunity. You and your son should be thankful."
His mother flinched at the cruelty and coldness shown by her sister.
She turned to the Dark Lord.
" Lord, I cannot ask for your forgiveness. But please have enough mercy, spare my son. Inflict any punishment on me, assign me any task but please let Draco go."
" He's just a boy!"
The Dark Lord drew his wand and touched it to Draco's pale arm.
And then there was pain.
He would stare at it for days. Sometimes he felt like the snake coiled around the skull would move, and sometimes he felt like it was actually breathing like it had a pulse of its own, it's own filthy heartbeat.
It was a parasite, and it was going to kill him.
"Please, I don't know anything about it! Please."
" Liar!" Bellatrix howled.
" I not ly...lying"
" crucio"
And then the screams resumed. Horrible screams. Screams he would hear late at night. Screams which echoed down the hall, screams which would not stop until he used a silencing charm. He could never watch till the end. cold sweat would run down his back and his breathing would become unsteady his chest constricting in pain. He could hear a few death eaters chuckle watching him squirm.
It was worse when there was blood when he couldn't take it he would run to his chamber and lock himself in his bathroom. And then he would puke his guts out. Afterward, his throat would burn and his eyes would be red and swollen.
His mother had accepted their fate earlier than he did. After that night not even a tear threatened her eyes. She regained her demeanor and cast her emotions aside. The blood did not scare her nor the screams, she was calm while he was paranoid. She would command respect from the other death eaters and had found a way to reconcile with her sister. She was his only source of strength, though she would not say a word to him in the company of the death eaters she would comfort him behind closed doors.
Her face would reflect unfiltered rage when she saw him break down. He sometimes felt that the rage was because of his inability to stay strong. He needed to do better if they were ever going to survive. She would not say a word to him just clean him up and put him to bed just like she would when he was ten. She would flinch at the sight of his dark mark and would pull down his sleeve. She would stay with him until he fell asleep.
She stopped coming after him to clean up and put him to bed.
He stopped running away from the screams and the blood.
Hope you enjoyed it! The next one is coming soon.
