Chapter One
"You are ugly you will always be ugly." The big voice said and Crabbe nodded. "No one will ever love you, now eat boy you need to grow strong." Again Crabbe nodded and waited for the man to leave, but it was not to be. "You are worthless and powerless no son of mine. Crusio." Pain intense and blinding hit Crabbe coursing through his whole body until all his young mind could think of was the agony. Finally the pain stopped and the man left cutting off any light that was left to him.
Crabbe slowly uncurled from the floor and looked at the food his father had given to him. He knew that that man was his father and all he wanted to do was to earn his love, that maybe if he worked hard enough they could be like other families. That would never happen as long as mudbloods were in the world, his father was training him to be great but sometimes Crabbe wondered why it had to hurt so much. His mother came down always after his father left and would sing to him, cradling him in her arms. That was how Crabbe knew that the whole world wasn't his dungeon, there were things called trees and sky. Most of all however his mother would bring him stories of the boy he was to serve, and the boy who was to be his only friend. It was a lonely life that of a monster, for he knew he was one. What else could he be? He heard footsteps on the dungeon stairs and a woman came down her skirts swaying.
"Mother." Crabbe said and rushed to her almost knocking her over in his haste.
"Hello my little monster." She replied and sat down on the last step. He sat in her lap and she sang softly to him her beautiful voice filling his ears. "You know, Draco went flying today for the first time, Narcissia invited us all over to tea and we had a wonderful time. Gregory says hello and made you this." She pulled out a childishly drawn picture of two boys holding hands in something light that nether of them had more than glimpsed.
"Tell him thanks Mother." Crabbe said touching the picture lightly, to himself even he was Crabbe the monster.
"I will, I think that it is time for you to get to know one another better."
"Really Mother?" Crabbe asked.
"Yes, there can't be any harm in floo powder, as long as you both behave." His mother replied, she was the only one that allowed him to speak with her around others he had to grunt, his father was teaching him how to be threatening and how to hold his own if it ever came to fighting without wands.
"Yes Mother." Crabbe said and took a big bite from the chicken leg.
"We will need to teach you proper manners, a Crabbe is a bodyguard first and foremost, but also a gentleman." He grunted in reply nodding and she gently stroked his matted and greasy hair. "Now my ugly brood you need to sit up straighter, don't slouch, you aren't going to carry a club like your ancestors are you?"
"No." Crabbe replied. For as long as the family tree went back both the Crabbe and Goyle families had been raised in dungeons far from the light. It had started with a witch that had been too afraid of her own child begotten by rape to do anything other than to lock him in a dark room. Centuries later Crabbe could see in the dark like most saw in the light and his eyes never completely closed, which made him an excellent bodyguard. He had developed the same membrane most trolls had to not be taken unawares in the wild.
"Sleep now my little one, rest now my dove, dream of the battles and dream of your rise above. See the stars in the sky, feel the wind on your face, see the bird as it passes by, as you lie." Crabbe yawned sleepily and burrowed into his mother, his father allowed them both this slight comfort but not much else. His mother's voice in his ears brought him into slumber. She gently picked him up and put him on the straw in the corner that served him as a bed. "Goodnight Vincent." She said and left the small dungeon.