Disclaimer: Don't own any of Rowling's characters, not even the ones she has yet to create, I cannot wait for her next book! Goodness, but it has been awhile-right, only the disclaimer, mustn't talk on and on-okay I'm done. No, really.
Note: AACK! cries I am so so so sorry!!! I had over half the story done, thought I had saved it, and restarted the computer… then I found out I hadn't. And when it was done the internet ceased working, turned out to just be a few loose cords, but still…okay, crappy excuse but it is the truth.
Thanks for the reviews all! I would just like to say that I have noted the dislike of ' over " , I personally see the latter as a use when quoting something or someone, the first for normal talking, I will make sure all thoughts are in from now on, and fix those I missed in chapters one and two…when I get the chance ; Cursed school. Also, I know a guy named Opal, his actual name He is a womanizing jerk, I just found it funny that was your signed name I don't mean any insult!!! OO;
One other thing…I will get that story up! They cannot silence me! Well they did that one time…but I know what to do, oh yes, I know. Mwaha, haha, h-stares as random friend JoJo bops head. 'Nice timing, right in the middle of my ha.' 'Hee, you're welcome.'
Oh, and since I am pretty sure I haven't yet I will say now;
WARNING: CONTAINS: TORTURE(lnot too too much detail thoughheheh), RAPE(don't worry, not too much, no describers yet),BLOOD N' GORE(I didn't go overboard ), AND LUCIUS MALFOY(AAAAH!)
People I am looking for betas!!! Come on! Anyone?
Now … on with the story!
CHAPTER THREE
'See you!' Hermoine called from the doorway, she and Ron had been visiting with Harry for the past hour, he still lay there, in the hospital wing, three weeks after waking up.
Of course, they didn't say anything, they didn't know all he had been through, he still had yet to mention it in the slightest.
Something was definitely wrong.
After the hug they had shared when Harry had first woken up, Hermoine had barely been able to get within even shoulder patting distance, he would always skirt away, becoming paler, his pupils shrinking to pin pricks.
Oh, he tried to hide it, tried to cover it with fixing something on a table, he wasn't trying to get away, no! The glass, on the table on the opposite side of the touchy feely person had to be just so, that was all.
It worried Ron and Hermoine, they had ideas of what might have happened, but how could they be sure? No one told them anything, Harry was a bundle of nerves at the simplest touch, and Draco Malfoy was still acting oddly.
He was always coming or going from the hospital wing, mattering if the pair were going or coming.
They both wanted an answer to the same question.
What the hell was going on?
One and one half weeks prior to Mr. Potters return
'Father, I can't make out this passage.' Draco Malfoy sighed from his place on the soft chair.
He sat, reading a long, dull book, his father forcing it on him, telling him it would "explain the families importance in all the wizarding world".
Or something dull like that.
Lucius Malfoy stood, handing his son a book with Ancient and New Languages For Dummies scrawled across the front
'You must be joking.' He said flatly, staring at his father, the name alone made it sound lamer than it had right to be.
'Just follow the instructions inside, its really quite simple, if you can't get it…' Lucius shrugged, turning on his heel and leaving the room.
He missed the dagger filled glare his son aimed at him.
'Damned old man, thinking he has all the answers, the Dark Lord probably tells him what to say, won't even take a crap if his one and only master doesn't think it a good idea,' He muttered on like this for a few minutes, oh, he may show himself as the doting son in public, but, good lord, his father was an absolute arse!
He opened the book and started to read.
It was simple really, write down the passage and Language, it tells you which pages to go to, you get the answer, a dummy could do it…
'Damn it!' He growl-mumbled, before picking up the book, his father could be a real….He wrote out the letters, he decided he would have to brush up on his Dutch when he got the chance, no rest for the wicked.
De dood volgt gekozen weinigen
Dutch
Death follows the chosen few
'Chosen few who?' He wondered aloud, lightly tapping the page in front of him. Oh, forget that, he could figure it out later.
He quickly copied the translation down, and began reading again,
This had to be the dullest book ever dullest book ever, going on about prophecies from who knows when, and random bits of information that really didn't fit with the rest. Like side notes that someone made as they found information that intrigued them, or they wanted to remember. It reminded him of his own writing, when he found a passage he wanted to remember, jotting down a number in place of the book name(in case anyone accidentally came across it) and the page number. Hmm, he would have to check up on how many people had worked on this.
He had just turned the page when his father came walking back in.
'Draco, I have a wonderful surprise for you!' His father was smiling … this couldn't be good.
'Umm, what is it father?'
'I am taking you to the main base for our The Dark Lord, you will finally be able to meet him,' His father paused, his smile turning into a smirk 'And there will be one other surprise, you will see him when we get there.'
Him!? Who could it-His thought were cut off as a pair of house-elves came in, letting them know their transport was ready, Lucius waved them away.
'Useless grubs.' He mumbled under his breath as he motioned Draco to follow him out of the room. Soon they had on fine silk cloaks, black with green trim, of course.
What else could a Malfoy wear?
They tossed the floo powder into the fire, bright green flames shooting up, Draco went first, then his father, both with a shout of ' Aan dood!'
'Father, where is he?' Draco stood at his father's side, twiddling his fingers nervously, this was an eyrie place, the less time they were there, the better.
'Draco, do not be so impatient! He will be here shortly-' The smile reappeared 'I think however, we would have time for you to see the surprise prior to.'
'What is it, Father?'
'You really want to know before hand?'
'Didn't I ask?' A small smirk covered Draco's face.
'Alright, we have captured that insufferable Potter, he is in one of the lower dungeons.'
Both of them smiled at that, Draco eyes gleamed happily.
So… the golden boy had been caught? Shoved down Merlin knows how many pegs, and he most likely deserved more.
His father led him down a series of corridors, going around, and around, in seemingly pointless circles when suddenly, his father stopped.
Draco didn't notice this and ran into him; this was followed by a sharp glare.
'Here he is Draco, in all his glory,' He let out a deep, cruel laugh 'We have all had a chance to, ah, amuse ourselves as we wish with him. I think you should get a turn.' He opened the door with a flourish, letting Draco go inside.
'He has on restraints; they sap all his magical ability, so he is no threat, the door is open for when you are finished.'
Draco smiled at his father, grimacing suddenly as he turned at the mental image that entered his mind, that.was.sick. He quickly shoved it away, walking into the room, if to do nothing more than gloat over the boy.
He wasn't entirely sure of all that had happened to the Golden Boy, but he thought he would laugh.
He didn't.
As he entered the room his nose was assaulted to the smell of human waste, blood, and death, he almost stopped, almost turned around, but curiosity was a thing humans just could not get over.
Deep within the confines of the small cell, Draco found Harry, chained in a corner. He was muttering to himself and shaking, it was…disturbing.
The boy was almost sitting, but not quite, the chains were set so he could, at the most, hang with his backside a few inches off the floor, the chains chafing his wrists horribly, Draco swore he could see a bit of sand paper on the inside of it, they were already raw and bloody, the dried flaking red stuff covering the chains.
The rest was no better, there were whip marks covering the vast majority of his body, and possibly some sort of club had been used, some sort of modified bludgeoning spell? Those bruises cracks were just too large for any whip, his clothes may have been dark shades, but then again that may have just been blood and dirt. The Boy Who Lived suddenly let out a small sob, in between his murmuring, his shoulders convulsing as blood slowly dripped from his mouth,Draco closed his eyes a moment, the sight was too much to see to try to look for what else may have been wrong.
Draco, for some reason had hardly even pictured anything remotely close to this, he knew the boy would be treated horribly, tortured, but, he himself had never seen a tortured soul, this wasn't right. This was sick; this was beyond Draco's understanding.
He was completely lost. What was he supposed to do?
Malfoy decided, he couldn't just stand there like a moron, so he slowly walked towards him, kneeling at his side. A long moment passed before he reached out a careful hand, laying it on his shoulder. Harry made a high keening noise, fighting against the chains to get away from him.
'Potter, its me, its Draco… can you hear me?' Draco said softly, he was so confused, he wanted to help him, but… he wasn't supposed to, oh damn what The Puff of Smoke Reincarnated Lord wanted, he couldn't stand to see anyone in this state, even a sworn enemy.
'Potter, Harry.' Draco put a hand on either shoulder, the keening rose slightly. 'Harry- calm down, I am here to help you.'
There was a long silence, before, to Draco's surprise, Harry spoke.
'Di- did you come t-t-to kill me?' The hope in his dry, cracking voice shocked Draco, who would hope for death? He stared at the pitiful boy before him, this was his answer.
'No, I am here to, er, help get you out of here, you will want to live, you will be glad you are alive." ..I think.
Harry stared at the ground, his voice seeming to be lost to him, Draco, leaned further down, looking into his glassless eyes. They were completely glazed over, after a moment, and almost immediately the muttering started again, startling Draco, who nearly fell back.
Draco sat with him a few moments more, before deciding he had better return to his father.
'Harry, I need to leave now, but I will return, I promise you, I will help you to get out of here.' He awkwardly gave him a hug, before standing, and moving to the door. He closed it carefully, hearing the lock click.
'I promise.'
Draco screamed.
He had just woken from a horrible nightmare, hundreds of faces, The Dark Lord's face coming after him, a shrill laugh echoing through every corner of the darkness he had run through, suddenly one long thin hand had come flying out of the darkness, grabbing his left arm, and then it burned.
It was too intense, like having the skin and bone squeezed in a metal vice that had been heated to white hot…no, there were no words that could describe it.
Lucius had had two surprises for Draco, Potter, and a certain Dark Mark. Now, even a little over a week later, it didn't show any signs of healing, it had been carefully wrapped, and it seemed to still bleed a little. Was that normal? Was that right? He would ask his father, if he was willing to show how little he had known about it.
Damn it, it just hurt!
He lay back in his bed, trying to go back to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he was plagued by the insane pair of one Harry James Potter, if not that, and then the outcome of the torture forced upon him.
Damn it Potter, now I have to go and get you…how the fuck am I supposed to do that? I don't even know how easily forcing the He punched his pillow, taking deep breaths afterward to calm down. That's it, I can't sleep, I might as well start some sort of planning.
Draco got up quickly, looking out his door, and casting a few simple, but effective spells, he was sure that no one was monitoring his room, he was safe, for now. He took out a piece of paper, and did a light sketch of the building The Dark Lord was in, all from memory, it looked right.
Of course, this was not the only thing Draco had looked into, he had also set a tracking spell on the way back, so he would be able to find the house, and, with pulling in quite a few favours been able to keep the floo network attached to one fireplace in the hide out and to his own room, his room could, for now only go there, that was fine though, the way there was open to no one else, unless they were meant to have it.
Draco would get his payback for his arm, and for Potter.
The plan was simple, go in, watch out for security types (he had the distinct feeling Greg's and Vince's fathers would be involved in that) and get down to Potter and get him out of the chains and out of their. A simple silencing spell would mute his gibbering, and he still may be able to run, Draco could only hope.
No one is awake, I have run over these plans Merlin knows how many times, nothing more left to do but…He stood, and walked up to the fireplace.
'RUN HARRY!' Draco cried as his arm was snapped up, his left arm. He cried out in pain, before giving Harry a shove forward, forcing him into a stumbling run.
Everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong, he had been spotted by three different Death Eaters, one of those times was with Harry, setting off the chain of events leading to that moment.
He was flung around to stare at the ugly mask. 'Draco? WHAT THE HELL DOYOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!' Goyle. Draco's eyes bulged as he desperately struggled against the large man. He was afraid.
'P-please, put me down.' He whispered hoarsely as his legs kicked out helplessly.
'Goyle? Who do you have there?' A few more came around the corner, Draco forced himself to stop shaking, this was going bad.
We got ourselves a li'l spy, what do we do with spies boys?' The men smiled under their masks.
Draco dragged himself down the hallway, his face beaten to a bloody pulp, he hurt all over, they had hit him with spells, whips, mallets, and had laughed the entire time. When they had finished beating him into the round, they had each taken a turn, each seeming to rip him apart, he had actually cried. That just made the others laugh harder, and give him a kick in the ribs, or give him a boot to the back.
They had let him go after that, and he had forced his ruined body to move, it hurt so much… and Potter had been forced through this for weeks on end. He started to run.
He found Harry near the end of the hallway, the silencing charm was still working well enough, but Harry was frozen, shaking, his mouth opening and closing in silent murmurings.
'Potter, come on, we have to get you somewhere safe, Hogwarts-' Harry looked up at him, the name seeming to break through to him. 'Come on.' He put one of Harry's arms over his shoulder, they helped each other go, obviously Harry had still been able to take into account the fact Draco was hurt, badly.
As they continued on, Harry seemed to fade now and then, nearly fainting straight out once.
'Damn it Potter, stay awake!' He hissed, shaking him slightly. Harry slowly stood back up, they kept going, but now at a slower pace, Draco couldn't help but notice the trail of blood following them.
They finally came to one of the many fireplaces in the place, Draco recognised it well. He threw some of the powder on it, then quickly added a bit more, he didn't think Harry could do this by himself. 'Hogwarts, Headmaster's office!'
A few seconds later a bundle of human and rags fell out of Dumbledore's fireplace…
TBC
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