Chapter 1: For my Mother, for The Light
Summary: Some people don't have a choice on which side they are forced into. Draco Malfoy realizes that he's never favored either side. But when horrible things happen to the ones you love, sometimes taking a side is necessary.
Authors Note: This is my second work in progress I hope you all enjoy it, because god knows I love writing it. Feed back is welcome.
Chapter 1: For my Mother, for The Light
Draco Malfoy stood very, very still. He could feel Severus behind him with his wand at his throat. He wasn't pushing hard enough to make it a threat but as the older mentor clutched his body against his it was as if to heed a warning, do not move.
Lucius Malfoy paced around the scene about 10 meters away from his son and his sons godfather, wand in hand pointed at the bloodied heap on the dirty cobble stone floor. Draco Malfoy felt like he was in a fucking circus as he turned his head to the right slightly and saw The Dark Lord himself cackling and moving about the room. The other death eaters kept their distance to the left of the room in fear and subservience.
Lucius yawned and glanced over at the crowd as if to cure his boredom from the sight before him. Voldermort noted this and snapped around to face his followers.
" Narcissa was a blood traitor! Her blood is now spilled for the cause of a pureblood nation that will soon rule this world! Anyone who intends to aide The Light will suffer a much worst fate than this whore." The woman shifted and made a faint gurgling sound, choking on the blood in her mouth.He looked at Lucius to see the mans reaction but found nothing but pure boredom cross the older mans face. This satisfied him, almost, but not quite.
" Take turns on her in front of the boy, he is weak and spoiled because of this woman. Show him what blood traitors like this are good for." Voldermort swept the through the room to the high chair that sat facing the followers that were still unmoving with heads bowed.
Bellitrix Lestrange sat to the right of the chair on the floor. She kissed and nipped his hand affectionately. The slow death and coming rape of her sister had no effect on her whatsoever. If anything, she began to become more excited with the coming blood lust. Voldermort stoked Bella's head and waited for Lucius to respond.
Lucius bowed towards the chair and lifted his regal head up to meet his eyes, unwavering.
"Anything you wish my lord, if the boy needs a lesson, so be it."
Draco started to struggle, regardless of if Snape was warning him or not. He would not allow his mother to be defiled like this. "I will not let this fucking happen, this can't be happening, Snape can't let father do this, I need to do something right..."
Reading Draco's mind almost instantly Snape griped him tighter and cast the unforgivable in his mind. It was what had to be done to save the boys life. He could only hope that The Dark Lord was far too distracted with all the excitement to notice, and that perhaps once day, Draco could forgive him.
"Imperio."
As if the world had stopped spinning, Draco's entire body went slack. His thoughts became nothing but an elusive puff of clouds. "Where am I?" was the initial thought, but then another puff of softness took over his head " Who cares." Snape jammed the wand harder into the boys throat to appease the Dark Lord who stole a glance at Severus. He bent low to whisper in his ear, his voice barely heard "Do not move Draco, no matter what."
The voice landed lightly on the cloud in the boys head "Don't move, I won't move." He repeated it in his head and relaxed against the hard wood pressing against his neck as his eyes moved over his father who was steeping back from his fallen wife as three other member approached her.
Even through the Imperious Draco felt a sudden chill wreck his spine at the sight of the three masked men towering over his mother. This was the woman who held him after nightmares and brushed his blonde hair from his face when he had cold sweats or was sick, the woman who protected him against anyone or anything, the woman who saw no flaws in him, the woman who cherished him. She only saw him as a son she would do anything for, die for, for love.
Draco turned his head slowly to look at Snape who was now just about the same height as him.
Snape had his attention trained on the scene before him, but upon feeling the hard grey eyes of the boy he had practically raised in school he couldn't help but glance at him. As Draco's eyes met Severus's he realized that after this, in this moment right now Draco would never be a boy again.
Although in a complete daze Draco could see that even though his former potion masters face was trained hard as stone, his eyes told a different story. There was regret, remorse, and pain, even if it was just a flash Draco caught it.
He knew that his mother and Snape had been friends in school. Did he wish to stop the scene before him as well? If only I could could move.
Voldermort narrowed his eyes at the two of them "Severus! Get Lucius's child under control, he will witness what a true whore his mother is!" Snape's head snapped up at the command, he cast another quick glance into the boys eyes.
"Im sorry." spelt into them for less that a millisecond before Draco's body was forced to the ground by Severus. His head was pressed to the dirty cold floor faced away from his mother. Snape whispered a curse with his wand still pressed in on Draco's windpipe, the spell caused his head to whip to the other side to face the horrific scene before him.
Narcissa had been pushed onto her knees with her face turned towards Draco, Her head still lay on the dirty floor with her cheek pressing hard against the rocks. Her blonde hair looked like a tangled mass of blood and dark matter. The woman's body was so wrecked that she couldn't even support her own weight with her body, so she lay there like a broken rag doll, her eyes empty until they made contact with Draco's.
Instantly her eyes registered his face and her gaze softened, her bloody, broken lips curved just a bit up. There was a flash of pain on her face as one of the death eaters pushed up what was left of her dress and entered her from behind, but she did not scream. Even as all three of the masked followers took their turns on her, each one being rougher than the last. She did not make a sound.
Still under the curse, Draco sat unmoving as he gazed into his mothers eyes. He wished to tell her all the things he never said, but it was too late. He tried to speak through what emotion he could muster with eyes. "Mother, I love you. I don't want to be like them. This is not how I pictured my life."
Narcissa gazed upon the light emotions moving through her only sons eyes. She sighed and gave way to the pain and slowly closed her own, a darkness taking her over. They didn't stop after she had passed out though, they continued to violate every hole in the older woman's body until the blood was everywhere, making impossible to even see what they were fucking anymore.
After they finished with her, Lucius stepped forward once again and gazed at the gory mess that was his wife. Lucius held no remorse in his eyes, only contempt. He lazily pointed his wand at the broken rag doll of a woman, raising his wand as if she didn't even deserve the energy to be killed by his magic.
"A dirty blood traitor bearing my only heir, a shame really. Aveda Kedavera"
The whole event had Voldermort in a stir of excitement, the smell of blood and fluid reeking in the cold room. The show was over though, so now there was business to attend to. He dismissed everyone besides his beloved pet Bella, The two remaining Malfoy's, and Severus.
" My lord" Severus yanked the young Malfoy from the floor swept into a deep bow in front of the large chair, pushing the boy down into a bow with him. " May I make request to borrow the boy, this little show has put a nick into my potion brewing for the upcoming events of your rule, I shall need assistance from Mr. Malfoy to complete these potions on time."
Snape made sure to sweep into a deeper bow if even possible. Volermort seemed to contemplate this and glanced over at Lucius. "Lucius, Severus requests the aide of your son for our cause, is this agreeable for you?" He hissed as if to dare Lucius to state otherwise.
Lucius nodded his head towards Snape in a simple gesture. " Take him, I no longer have need for him right now. I think he learned his lesson." Lucius chuckled and Voldermont hissed in satisfaction causing Bellitrix to stir under him and rub lightly against the chair.
"Off with you Severus."
Without another word, Snape apparated out of sight.
Snape could only think of one safe place to go, and with that thought they landed in one of the upper Rooms of the Black House at 12 Grimmwald Place. Draco was still in a complete dream state. He landed into the room with a stumble in his step, a lost look in his eyes.
Severus took a deep breath and whispered "Imperio."
There was a heavy silence as Severus watched the emotions finally play over Draco's face, his lips curling into the most foul scowl he thought he has ever seen. He froze as he watched tears stream down the blonde boys face and Severus could only look away as the boy released the most horrid blood curdling scream he had ever heard. All the anger and pain that had been constricted by the imperious came out ten fold. He leaned against the wall of the old house as he watched the boy, no, the man crumple to the floor in a huge heap of unconstricted emotions.
From downstairs, members of the Order including Hermione and Harry looked up in shock at the sound of the scream coming from upstairs in the house.
Before anyone could act, Hermione darted up the stairs as fast as her legs would take her.