Author's note: Hi everyone, Here comes chapter two.
I haven't gotten any reviews so far but I've noticed some people following the story, so for them, I will be updating. Is Harry Potter a bit old news, perhaps? If you have any constructive criticism, I would welcome that as well as the kind of review that is just happy with what I've written.
Enough rambling. On with it!

Chapter two: Experimentation

Draco shuddered with the horrible anticipation of what would happen next as he felt the heavy door shut behind him. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that the door was dissapearing from the wall entirely, enclosing him and his father in this newly appeared room. The room of requirement.
"Ah, the secrets that Hogwarts keeps within its stone and marble." Said Lucius, absolute amazement in his voice.
"Tell me Draco, have you ever stumbled upon this room yourself?"
Draco nodded, staring at his feet. He did not want to look up and either meet his fathers gaze, or face what was exactly in this room. But he already knew and he was dreading the next hours to come.

Draco suddenly felt a sharp pang across his cheeks accompanied by a force that threw him to the ground. A single drop of blood fell on the floor beneath him. He finally looked up at his father who had struck him across the cheek with his cane. Nothing new. Draco raised a hand to his cheek and looked at his hand that was now blotted with red. His icy stare did not change.
"Look at me when i speak to you Draco" he sneered. The childlike glee that was in his voice just minutes ago was now gone, replaced by the typical Malfoy venom.
"Yes father" Draco replied meekly, making sure to look right into the icy silver that was his fathers eyes.

"I am very dissapointed in you, Draco" said Lucius sadly. "You did absolutely nothing right, today. I would expect you to try harder in order to make me proud. Not only that but you need to protect the Malfor name." While talking, Lucius was not slowly circling Draco like a vulture.
"I'm sorry, father" Draco replied coldly, though in his heart he felt the twinge of sadness. Even though his father was a cruel man, he still hated to hear the dissapointment in his face.
"First off, i see that slytherin is one again behind Gryffindor in winning the house cup. Again! How can you possibly explain that? When I went to school here, we never, ever lost." He sneered in anticipation but Draco kept his mouth shut.
"No comment? Fine" said Lucius. "Let's get to the fact that your patronus charm is a swan. Draco, how could you possibly embarass me so?"
Draco shuddered at the fake sadness in Lucius' voice.
"Well?!"
"I couldn't help it father" Draco answered as if he was making small talk. Closing himself off, helped his father ease up on the punishment sometimes.
"I don't know why my patronus is what it is, nor would I know how to change it."
Lucius didn't reply. He just stood there staring at Draco, the two of them engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. Than, he sharply lifted up his cane behind him as if to point on the devices littered across the room that Draco had done his best to avoid looking at. Torture devices strewn across the floor as well as healing potions and such. The walls were no doubt soundproofed for Lucius' convenience. The room was smart like that.

"I really didn't want it to come to this Draco" mocked Lucius, every word a lie. "But it has become clear to me that you need to be punished. How else will you learn? We will get back to the patronus charm incident later" sneered Lucuis. "I happen to have the perfect punishment for that one. You will surely agree. But first of all, let's talkl about you losing to Harry Potter."
Draco could barely supress a frown at the name of the golden boy. He had almost retorted that not even Voldemort had managed to defeat Harry Potter and he had tried many times. Heck, he was bested by Harry while he was an infant. But instead he just nodded.
"It was unforgivable" he agreed. "A Malfoy never looses to anyone."
"That's right" replied Lucius. His voice sweet and slick as honey. "You understand your transgression well." He looked around the room eagerly, licking his trembling lips as if turned on. "Let's start with something simple, shall we?" He grabbed Draco by the collar and dragged him into a large, wooden chair with blocky armrests. There were clasps to hold Draco's arms in place and Lucuis fastened them as tight as he could. The same was true for Draco's legs?

"Look at what you're making me do, Draco" Lucius said as he shook his head is mock sorrow. He grabbed what looked like a large steel brush of which the bristles were far apart. It looked like what they would use to prepare wool and such. But that was not its purpose today.
Lucuis pressed the simple tool down on Draco's bare arm and so it began. Intens pain coursed through Draco's entire body as the sharp, metal bristles flayed his pale skin from his arm. Blood immediately oozed out in large quantities and spilled on his black robes. And Draco screamed. He screamed his lungs out as his father could hardly keep from cackling.
"Oops" muttered Lucius. "Too much at once. Let me try again." With a swish of his wand, Draco's arm was healed. Though the pain was gone, Draco still felt the agony searing through his body as if it was an echo. Lucius did the same thing again but less harsh this time so Draco's skin only tore and ripped. Pain engulfed the boy once more as he clenched his fists and screamed again. Tears escaped his eyes that were clenched shut in despair. It took Lucius a long time – to Draco it seemed like hours – but when he was done he moved on to flaying the skin once more. It was too much for Draco and the boy passed out, engulfed by the bliss of darkness.

A bucket of ice cold water was his rude awakening. The first thing Draco noticed was that the pain was gone again. The second thing he noticed was that his chest was bared. And than he noticed that he was tied to a wheel, his limbs sprawled in different directions.
"Welcome back Draco" Lucius cooed. "How are you feeling?" Draco just stared coldly at his father, not able to surpress his anger anymore. This resulted in a fierce, backhanded slap from his father which almost made Draco laugh. The contrast with the torure from before was just too much.
"Insolent boy" spat Lucius. He pulled Draco's head back by his hair and licked his neck. Draco shuddered in disgust.
"Anyway, Draco, about your Quidditch match." Lucious started pacing back and forth, holding his cane behind his back with two hands. "That too was an utter embarassment." Draco looked confused. Didn't he won? Didn't he fight through the pain as he should, and catch the snitch?" Sensing Draco's confusion, Lucius shook his head.
"Did you not even realize that Potter – he spat the name out as if it was laced with venom – let you win?" Draco's eyes narrowed. "He let you won because he pitied you. The people cheered because they pitied you. And what happened when you finally caught the damn thing?" He raised his eyebrows expectantly. "You fell and you had to be saved." Clicking his tongue, he took out his and and swung it around. The wheel Draco was tied to began to spin slowly.

"All of that because a bludger broke your arm." Draco opened his mouth to finally object. "Tut tut Draco. Don't you dare talk back now. You know I'm right." Draco's mouth shut again, but his eyes shot fire. Lucius just laughed. "I will teach you to deal with whatever bludgers can throw at you, you welp." He picked up a large hammer that was conveniently placed against the table Draco's wheel was fastened to. Lucius could barely hold it up but when faced with what he was about to do, he licked his lips gleefully and found the neccesary strength to bring the hammer down on Draco's leg. An ear piercing scream filled the room once more when bones shattered and flesh bruised black. The wheel kept spinning and this time Lucius let the hammer come down on his beloved son's elbow. The joint schattered and the elbow became dislocated. Blood streamed down from wounds made from bones piercing flesh. Draco only stopped screaming to inhale. What had he done to deserve this? Why was his father such a maniac? Why did this room exists and why did Lucius decide to come torture him at school as well. His father had always been cruel towards Draco and drawn blood often before but never like this.

A loud crack was heard when the hammer landed on his foot which then hung uselessly at a ridiculous angle. Life was agony. Existence was nothing but pain and death would be so welcome now. "Please…" pleased Draco between heartbreaking sobs. The boy was broken beyond recognition. His one good arm bracing for impact.
"Please what, Draco?" asked Lucius who paused for a second to hold his hand behind his ear as if trying his best to understand Draco.
"Please kill me!" pleased Draco. "Please just end it. I'm begging you." Sobbing, he tried his best not to look at his broken limbs. It would only hurt more.
Lucius had a big frin on his face. Inhumanly wide. There was a sinister twinkle in his eye and Draco knew he was thoroughly enjoying this.
"Please" he tried again, his voice barely a whisper.
"Draco please, you break my heart." Lucius sneared. "Don't be so weak as to be for death. You're still a Malfoy and my son. I could never kill you." Draco just cried. This nightmare would never end.
"Here, drink this" Lucius forced a vial of nasty liquid down Draco's throat who swallowed obediently. "That should be enough to counter the blood loss." He said, a calculating expression on his face. "Now sleep, son, for the best is yet to come." Maybe it was the potion. Maybe it was a spell but Draco indeed found himself carried off into painless darkess once more.
While he had already wished for death, what he would find himself into when he woke, would destroy him. He would wish he was never born.

A cackling laughter woke him from his dreamless slumber. Or had he simply been unconscous? Whatever the case, he wished he could have remained in the abyss just a bit longer.
"Now about that patronus charm…" Lucius stood over Draco who noticed he was on his knees. His two arms – once again fully healed as were his legs – were strapped into two forked branches holding them in place as if he were to take flight. A small knife and axe were thrown on the floor in front of him.
"Now Draco, you will have to do your very best not to die." Lucius said. "I will make sure you walk out completely uninjured at the end but until then, just be strong." Draco could from the way his fathers robes hung from his body that he was very aroused.
"I will not be able to perfom the last step as it would indeed kill you but it will be magnificent."

"The blood eagle"

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