Author's Notes: Yes! Another chapter! This almost didn't get posted because I was busy tonight but I insisted that I post this up before going off to do some other stuff that according to parents are, 'more important than silly stories'. Eh. Tis fun to write though!
Disclaimer: JK owns the world, Three Days Grance own the song and I own the plot along with a brain full of ideas!
In this bed I lay, losing everyhting
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much? Or just not enough?
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare
Draco knew that today would be miserable but he hadn't imagined this. It was Christmas day and Draco was not looking forward to it.
Draco had the most visitors out of all the people in Azkaban because most weren't allowed guests. Apparently, the Ministry had pity on Draco for being so young yet being stuck in Azkaban for another four months.
It seemed that most of the human Azkaban guards had not pity whatsoever for the boy as he was, in their eyes, a raving lunatic.
You can imagine the surprise when Draco found none other than the-Boy-Who-Lived in the waiting room along with the Gryffindor swot, Hermione. Draco chewed angrily on the gag in his mouth.
"Oh my!" Hermione gasped at the sight in front of her. Draco stood with his hair matted and hanging around his dirty face. His earrings and other piercings were rather rusty and Draco was wearing a baggy, torn and dirty blood red top with a pair of jeans that were also ripped and frayed.
Another thing was that he was startlingly skinny. It was alarming, really. Seeing such a big change in a person after them only been here a short amount of time.
"What have I done?" Harry whispered and bent over his knees, pulling his hair and muttering to himself. "It's all my fault."
Draco managed to spit the gag out.
"Yeah, it is all your fault." Draco managed croakily before pulling hard at the metal ball behind him. Hermione gasped again and Draco continued to struggle so that he was in a position where he could get his spare knife out of his pocket and carefully unscrew the handcuffs.
Once his hands were free he went about rolling the ball so that he could come up closer to his two classmates and he perched on the ball before balancing himself and curling his legs under his chin.
"What've I missed?" Draco asked wearily. The pills were stopping him from losing it but it was slowly weakening him. On top of the Dementors roaming around, Draco was finding it too much to handle. The Healer told him that if the Ministry didn't release him early, there was a possibility he may die.
Draco told himself he wouldn't die over and over in his head, as if this would prevent it from happening.
"Not much really." Hermione said vaguely. "We've obviously moved on in classes but it's nothing you won't be able to catch up on if you study hard into the night."
Draco nodded and quickly made the chains about him look as though they were attached as the two were taken away from him hurriedly. Draco waited for his next visitor and his breath hitched at the view.
His parents. His father looking tired and weary and his mother looking torn between happiness and destaght. Of course they would both be happy about the little girl coming very soon. All the better to replace Draco, in his opinion.
He took out his hands from behind his back and spat out the gag again onto his lap and lugged the ball towards the two adults. They looked horrified that so much chains were necessary.
"I hate you." Draco whispered hoarsely, emphasizing his whease to make them worry. Draco liked worrying his parents. It amused him how their faces would go pale and their eyes fill up with emotion that really didn't suit them.
Draco then had another one of his regular coughing fits. A side-effect of the pills. A bit of blood came up with the final cough and Draco wiped it off his chin with the bottom of his top and staggered back to collapse on the bed.
Draco had to heave at the ball to get it to obey him but it did in the end and he fell back on the bed with another loud fit of coughs.
The prison had also been giving him a lot of Firewisky since they found out he was fond of it. It seemed that they felt they could do something positive for his 'hopeless case' as they referred to it if they gave him the so called demon drink.
Draco knew that the smell was easily picked up once stepping close to the cell and his mother's nose was wrinkled in disgust and both his parents eyes were full of fury. He didn't care about them though. They just wanted to keep the Malfoy line, have an heir and keep appearances.
"What have they done to you?" His father asked quietly, his voice sounding angry but not concerned. He really didn't care about his son but nobody knew how much he wished he was able to care about Draco.
"I'm treated like royalty compared to everybody else." Draco said before having to close his eyes due to the sudden heaviness in them. "Promise me one thing though."
"Anything." His mother said with watery eyes.
"Promise you'll at least try to get the Ministry to let me out in the next month. The Healer says that if they don't, I'll die." Draco gave a tiny white lie. It was true that the Healer had said he might die. See might die. Also, the Healer didn't specify when he had to be out. He had just said before the original date.
Draco then turned over as his parents were taken away and he prepared for another sleepless night.
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will survive if you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying