Chapter 4: The Memory

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The two friends gasped as they heard the word 'abused'.

'Harry, are you over-thinking? Draco Malfoy is the only heir to the family and a high-ranked death eater. There's nonsense to think that he is abused!' Ron said half-heartedly, hoping to neglect the information Harry offered him.

'That is what I thought at the first place Ron. Not until I invade his memory.'

Harry adjusted his seat as he gestured his friends to sit next to him.

*Flashback*

The memory of Malfoy remained mostly happy in his childhood. Having a powerful yet straight father might seem demanding to him but at least he was loved by his family. From a young age, he understood the cruciality of his outstanding performance. 'You are a Malfoy, Draco.' His father always told him, and he was always wounded by the disappointed look from his father when he was not the top-notch in class. That drove him into loving potions as his excellent performance in the class would gain an approval nod from his father.

He was stressed of course, living in such a family atmosphere but he was still cheerful under the love from his father and mother.

But the situation made a sharp turn by his sixth year in Hogwarts.

The failure of his father from obtaining the prophecy had driven the status of their family low and his father always so proud of their blood, could only depend all the hope onto their son, the son who was too scared to be against his father.

And to his disgrace, Malfoy failed to kill Dumbledore. He failed his Lord and his father.

CRACK!

The loud sound hit into the boy's skinny torso echoed in the Malfoy Manor dungeon. His father was almost merciless as he beat his cane onto his own son. The hitting was hard and frequent. Draco Malfoy was trying to hide from his torturer with his hand covered his body, but the cane seemed to find its way onto the boy's unprotected body parts. It made a disturbing sound as the cane launched on Draco's forearm breaking its bone.

CRACK! CRACK!

'Father,' Draco dropped in the ground in pain as he pleaded his father. 'I do not want to do this anymore.' He hoped he could find the past drop of loving and care from his father's grey eye. None was to be found, they were now simply dark and outraged.

All the loving and affection in his father's eyes were wiped away by the distorted beliefs in the importance of their family status and the loyalty for their lord.

CRACK!

'Draco, our job is to protect the family and serve the lord, don't you remember? Now you are telling me you don't want to!'

CRACK!

'YOU ARE A FAILURE! I NEVER WILL HAVE SUCH SON!'

CRACK!

He yelped when the cane once again smacked on his bruised body, tears blurred his eyesight, words pierced into his heart.

CRACK!

'Malfoy never cries.' Lucius was drifted into madness when he saw tears stream the face of his son. He never would accept feebleness in his family.

Lucius drew out his wand as the red light launched on the boy.

'CRUCIO!'

The pain was intense. Draco almost had his eyes rolled back to his skull the first time he took the spell. He digged into his own throat and arms in order to ease the pain. Pained scream was ripped out from his throat. He was nearly knocked out of conscious when the spell stopped.

Blood floated freely from his neck and his arm to the ground, forming a small puddle of blood around him.

'Draco, you shall be grateful that the Dark Lord asked me to punish you but not by himself. The Lord will not show mercy.' The wand was once again pointing at the weak boy.

'CRUCIO!'

The boy trembled violently when the pain penetrated him again and the night was still young.

This had become the routine of the Malfoy's. Draco was only allowed to heal his broken bone. However, all other cuts and bruised were not allowed to be healed by magic. It was in order to remind him of his failure as said by Lucius. He spent most of his time in the dungeon, easing the anger of his own father.

Narcissa was heartbroken when she saw the broken Draco in front of her, almost too weak to stand by his own but what could she do? She loved her husband and supported him on any decision. It was for the family, she told herself, for the family.

*End of Flashback*

The friends hushed when listening to Harry's discourse. The room went stiff cold when the memories were told.

'I think we may need to inform the others on this.' Ron suggested.

'Inform them what? About how Malfoy was abused and make them all pitiful for him?' Harry shouted, obviously not satisfied with the suggestion.

'I think I understand Harry's concern. Malfoy is proud of himself, he definitely not wanting to display his past…experience in front of all the others.' Hermione gave out a depressed sigh.

'But I don't see letting the others being all hostile towards him brings any help.' Ron stood up from his seat, sounding helpless.

'Well, I guess I have to talk to Malfoy in this case…' Harry rubbed his temple and approached upstairs.

'Hermione, what should we do now?'

'I guess we could only tell the others that Malfoy does not volunteer to be a death eater and he still has something good inside him.' Hermione returned Ron with a sad look. 'Well, of course without the details.'