Chapter 2: The Incident
A/N
Hey guys~ It's me again~ I have planned this scene for a while~
Hope you will enjoy the chapter XD
Once again, I do not own any of the characters mentioned below. All credits belong to J.K. Rowling.
The dungeon was clearly not a place suitable for human survival. Harry had an immediate thought of retreating Malfoy from this place as soon as he stepped into it. That's ridiculous. Harry mentally slapped himself. Don't forget what you have to do down here.
The muddy smell of the dungeon had shown its deserted usage as well as its humid nature. It was dim down in the dungeon, only a few lights sparkled on the two side of the walls. The dungeon was not huge though it could easily contain the seven of them including Malfoy.
Malfoy was now sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the room, hands handcuffed behind him. He seems to have calm down a bit, at least not yelling at every single conversation they had. At a careful look, his head dropped low and his shoulder was shaking non-stop. He did not realize the arrival of them, looking so absorbed in his own world. A soft moan was heard, was he crying?
So not Malfoy.
The gang exchanged mixed looks, unable to cope with the scene in front of them.
'Maybe he was just being scared, he was mostly a coward as we all know.' Ron made a soft comment, hoping to break the confusion that the scene offered.
'Malfoy.' Hermione was the first one to break through the silence.
To everyone surprise, as soon as Hermione mentioned his name, Malfoy immediately turned back into the brat they all used to know.
'Now what? Mudblood.' The scene of crying, shaking and scared was like an imagination by them, vanished into the air in seconds.
'Tell us everything you know about Voldemort and we shall not hurt you.'
'Hurt me? Potter, you dare?'
'Stop being a git, will you? Harry might have a kind heart for you, we don't.'
'A brave one, aren't you? The princess of Weasley's, Potter's ex-girlfriend. Care to remind me how you two lovebirds broke up?'
The anger in Ginny was running insane, Ron held his sister in his arm in a constant, hoping she will not be provoked by Malfoy's sarcasms.
'Malfoy, you better talk, you are doing nobody's goods.' Hermione tried to soothe the conflict.
But Malfoy didn't want to stop, he kept on bragging on the little girl who was now kept in his brother's arm.
'Our Weasley's girl was sad now? Thinking about the good old days with the Golden Boy?'
'Pathetic to be born as a Weasley, barely had the money to feed your belly.'
'Enjoying yourself with the Muggle and stooping so low to get yourself paid.'
'Your family would be torn by the death eaters and should all be ended like your precious brother Fred!'
'ENOUGH! Crucio!'
The sudden outbreak shocked the whole dungeon. Ginny got away from his brother's arm, a red light formed on her wand, striking Malfoy in instant. The anger of the girl was joined by the unforgivable curse. In a flash of time, the screaming of the blonde echoed around the dungeon. Malfoy was knocked over by the sudden intense pain. His hand struggled to break free and his wrists digged into the handcuffs, drawing blood. He shook violently, unable to contain himself.
'Ginny! Stop it.' Haunted by the scene, Ron started pulling Ginny away. Luna and Neville rushed to help. Nonetheless, the girl was so frustrated, determined and out of control. She was outrageous. How dare him! How dare HIM! The word struck her like a fist in her face, her lovely and creative brother. The torture continued. Malfoy pushed himself into the floor, desperately twisting his body to soothe the unbearable pain.
'Expelliarmus!' The spell was broken when Hermione yelled across the dungeon, disarming her.
'Ron, get Ginny upstairs, she needs to rest.' Harry said, still recovering from the incident.
As soon as Ginny left the dungeon, Harry rushed to Malfoy's side, helping him to get up to his previous position. The torture had continued for five minutes. The boy was still panting, he was so scared.
'Malfoy. You alright?'
Malfoy was still in his panic, he didn't realize he was not giving enough air for his lung. He continues to breath in and breath in. His lung burns from the lack of air. Black dots began to form in his vision. The memory flashed upon him. CRACK! CRUCIO! HIT! WHACK! CRUCIO! DRACO!
'He is having a panic attack. Hyperventilation.' Harry was still holding Malfoy, he was horrified by the second breakout of Malfoy today.
'Malfoy, breath, breath, breath.'
Malfoy slowly regained his conscious, he looked hurt and frightened. Harry was very much confused; Malfoy's anguish look was giving out some messages. It just felt like it was not his first time receiving a crucio. However, on second thought, Draco Malfoy was the only son of the Malfoy's, he in any circumstances will not be put under such pain.
Harry sighed. Once again swiping the overly worried thought away from his brain. It's Malfoy we were talking about, Harry. No soft spot. No soft spot.
'Maybe we shall investigate tomorrow. Let's bring him upstairs.'
