The Cruciatus Father

Disclaimer: I don't own the character's.yadda, yadda, yadda.

Author's Note: Okay so this is a separate fic from Discovery - it's not a sequel but it's related to it. This tells of what Draco's father did to him in his past and how Draco came to love Harry. *...* means italics.

Chapter 1 - The First Time

~The Prefect Common Room~

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were all sitting in the Prefect Common Room. Draco was on Harry's knee as usual and Hermione on Ron's, when Harry spoke breaking the peaceful silence that had been present between the four friends just moments before.

"Draco you've never told us about the first time your father beat you or anything like that. I think it's about time we were to learn more about *your* past."

"O.okay," Draco swallowed. His father might be dead but he still inflicted fear into Draco. Harry hugged him tight and whispered.

"He can't harm you now. You need to tell us you'll feel less scared if you do." Draco nodded in response and started to tell them about the first time his father had beat him.

~ Draco's Room Malfoy Mansion~

It was two o'clock in the afternoon and the five year old Draco was sitting on his bed reading one of the many books that was in the Malfoy family library, well when I say reading I more looking through the book at the diagrams of people halfway through transformations. The book the young Draco was looking through was "Moste Potente Potions" at the Polyjuice Potion, when his father knocked on the door and entered the room. He looked down at his son as if he was about to announce that his son had been made ruler of the world.

"Today's the day, son!" He announced. "Today's the day I meet with Cornelius Fudge. And *you* my boy shall be there by my side when he gives me the job of Head of the Magical Games and Sports Department." His son looked up and smiled at his dad. "So get your best robes on and we'll be off."

The young Draco jumped to his feet and pulled his best robes out his cupboard and pulled them on. He wanted to make his father proud of him, he wanted to make a good impression like his father made on people, wanted to be just like his father. Clever, cunning and impressive. He wanted to leave these impressions on people like his father did. Once he was ready he ran downstairs into the Entrance Hall, his father who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, smiled as he watched his son approach him.

"You look just how a Malfoy should look," his father said proudly. The young Draco smiled, happy that his father was pleased with him. Pleased he was like his father. "Let's be off then." His father said walking into the drawing room and over to the fire place. Lucius picked up a pot and took a bit of Floo Powder out and threw it into the flames. He stepped into the fire and said:

"The Leaky Cauldron." The young Draco watched his father disappear then took some floo powder himself, and went to place the pot back on the mantel piece where it wobbled. Draco threw the floo powder into the fire and stepped in and said:

"The Leaky Cauldron," just as there was a loud smash behind him he looked round and saw the pot of floo powder on the floor and floo powder everywhere. Dread filled Draco he'd broken something that contained a magical substance. He knew his father would fix it with magic but he would also know that Draco had been careless and would be angry. He didn't want his father to be angry with him and shout at him.

~The Leaky Cauldron~

Draco steeped out the fireplace at the leaky cauldron and saw his father beaming at him. he decided it would be best to tell his father about the Floo powder in case he had to buy more.

"Dad," he said.

"What is it?" his father said leading Draco over to the barman, Tom. "One minute Draco. I'm meeting with Fudge, has he arrived?"

"No sir he hasn't but he asked me to tell you that he will meet with you in the parlour just down that corridor second door on the right." Tom said.

"Thank you. Draco come with me." Lucius said leading his son down the corridor and into the parlour. "What were you saying son?"

"I broke the pot with the Floo Powder in it. It fell off the mantel piece. It's too tall for me I thought I had in on right but it fell off after I stepped in the fire. I don't know if you need to buy more." Draco looked down at his shoes, not daring to look his father in the eyes. He was upset that his father might be upset with him.

"I deal with you when we get home," his father said sternly. Draco looked up at his father with upset eyes. "And for goodness sakes don't cry in front of other people it's un-Malfoy like!" his father added coldly. Draco looked down at the floor again and wiped his eyes. He wasn't going to cry if it was un-Malfoy like. He was going to show his father that he was a good Malfoy and he could do his father proud.

Five minutes later Cornelius Fudge entered the parlour and shook hands with Lucius and then bent down to shake hands with Draco. Draco smiled politely to Fudge and his father smiled down at him.

"What a well mannered young boy you have," Fudge commented. "Well shall we sit and do business? Always better than standing I say."

"Yes. So much better. To business. You wanted to talk to me about a job or two."

"Yes indeed." Fudge said. Draco knew that he wasn't needed at the moment and wandered around the room looking at the paintings on the walls and expensive looking urns on stands. He stopped in front of one which had something inside of it. Draco stood on his toes holding onto the urn trying to see what was inside.

"After careful consideration, we at the ministry, have decided that the job of Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports should go to." Fudge started. Lucius kept his face neutral knowing that he was going to get the job. Draco turned round to look at Fudge and his father waiting for the announcement that his father had the job. "Ludo Bagman. We would like, however, if you were to become one of the twelve Governors of the school."

There was a loud crash behind Fudge and Lucius as Draco lost his balance, from the shock that the job his father should have got went to someone else, and fell to the floor pulling the urn over with him where it smashed in a hundred pieces on the floor. Draco scrambled to his feet. Fudge was glaring at him:

"That was a *very* expensive urn you just broke," he said pointedly. Lucius went slightly red.

"Not to worry I can fix it," Lucius said taking out his wand. "Repairo." The urn instantly flew back together. "Well I think well should be going now." Lucius said to Fudge. "One of the Governors of the school sounds fine. I'm sure you've made wise decisions on who should take either job. Good day to you Mr Fudge." Lucius said. He grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him out the room.

The pulled put some Floo Powder and threw it into the fire and stepped in pulling Draco with him.

"Malfoy Manor," he said.

~Drawing Room, Malfoy Manor~

They stepped out of the fire into the Drawing Room of Malfoy Manor. Lucius looked at the smashed pot of Floo Powder on the floor then at his son. Draco looked into his father's cold eyes, then bowed his head. His father was disappointed in him. He had given his father reason to be disappointed in him.

"Repairo," Lucius said waving his wand at the broken pot which fixed instantly. Lucius then put the Floo powder back into the pot with another spell. Then he turned to face his son. "You've disappointed me twice today Draco. First you were careless with the Floo powder, then in The Leaky Cauldron you carelessly break a very expensive urn. You embarrassed me in front of Minister for Magic."

"I.I'm sorry," Draco said his eyes full of tears as he looked up at his father.

"You leave me no choice Draco but to punish you. You have to be taught a lesson." Lucius brought out his wand and transfigured the axe off of one of the suits of armour into a cane. Draco looked with frightened eyes up at his father.

"Come here Draco." his father said. Draco walked over to his father dragging his feet. He deserved to be punished after he embarrassed his father like that, but it didn't make it any easier. "You deserve this. You know that don't you Draco?" Draco nodded. Lucius grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs to his room where he tied Draco to his bed face down.

Lucius raised the cane and brought it down with a swish and a crack on the young Draco bottom. Draco cried out in pain. This was pain beyond anything that the young Draco had ever felt before. His father continued to beat him for about five minutes before he finally untied the robes and walked out the room, leaving the young Draco alone in his room crying. His father had never hit him with his hand before and now he had just beat him. He knew he deserved it but it didn't make the pain any easier.

Why did he have to be so careless. If he hadn't been so careless his father wouldn't have beat him. He was so upset. Now usually when a small child is upset because the father has punished them the mother, or a female figure in the child's life of some form, would come up to comfort the upset child. Draco sat there crying waiting for his mother to come upstairs and comfort him, like she did when he had nightmares. He waited and waited but his mother never came to comfort him.

~Malfoy Manor, Dinning Room~

Draco walked downstairs to the dinning room for dinner that night and saw his mother and father sitting in their usual places. Draco sat in his seat and looked up at his father, who did not smile at his son as he normally would have. Instead he still looked angry with Draco. Draco looked at his mother, she wasn't smiling either.

"Your father told me how you embarrassed him today," she said. Draco bowed his head, of course his mother was the same as his father. "You deserve the pain that comes from a beating. You know that don't you?" Draco looked down at his feet.

"Answer your mother boy!" His father shouted.

"Yes, ma'am!" Draco answered his throat tightening as tears welled up in his eyes again. He hated the thought of his parents being disappointed in him. He wanted to make them proud, he had to try harder. "I'll try harder to be a credit to the Malfoy name." he said to his parents, before tears spilled out of his grey eyes.

"See to it that you do," his father growled.

"And don't cry at the dinner table. It's bad manners," his mother said coldly, not even trying to comfort the upset Draco.

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~The Prefect Common Room~

Draco stopped talking and looked at his friends. Hermione had silent tears pouring down her face, Ron's mouth was open in horror. Harry however was raging.

"Again with the damaging of your bottom! It's a wonder it's such a nice bottom after all that!" he yelled. Everyone in the common room turned to look at him.

"Shhh.Harry. Calm down." Hermione told the very angry Harry. Harry looked round the common room and saw everyone looking at him. Justin Finch- Fletchley and Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff where looking at him with questioning looks. Harry went slightly red.

"How could he do that to you Drac? How? How could he hurt you in anyway? I'd kill your father if he wasn't already dead."

"Hermione," Ron said pulling Hermione closer into a tight hug. "Please don't cry. It's okay." Ron wiped the tears from Hermione's cheek then kissed her lightly.

"I.I'm still afraid of him Harry. I can't help it but I'm afraid of him," Draco sobbed. Harry pulled Draco closer and into a long, soft, passionate kiss. Draco's fears melted away as he lost himself in Harry's kiss.

TBC.

So that was the first chapter. Do you like? Please review. More to come, which unfortunately means more suffering for Draco. *sobs* poor Draco but this has to be done. Anyway please review so I know what you think.