Nothing That Can Be Done

Authors note: Hi, I know no one reads these author's note (if you do put a smiley face in your reviews) but I'm going to keep writing them anyway. I don't really have anything to say. So without further ado here's the next part of my story.

Draco's POV

The first thing I noticed was that I am no longer in the dungeons. It's not that hard to figure out. Whatever I am lying on is much softer than the dirty stone floor and I'm 95% certain it's a bed. There no silk sheets or feather pillows but it's a bed. After sleeping in a dungeon, I can't complain. The air is also fresher and I can hear faint voices. For one insane moment I wonder if I've died and gone to heaven. A place I heard a muggleborne talk about. After a second I dismiss the thought completely I hurt too much to have gone to a place of happiness and peace, actually I'm not sure I would have made it through the gates.

The voices get closer and it takes all of my self-control not to curl up into a ball and hide. I still can't quite believe I'm out of the dungeons; this might be a fever dream or some new form of torture. Or, maybe I'm just insane. That sounds the most plausible. How pathetic! I would rather be insane then see another person. Someone enters what I assumed to be a bedroom and I stiffen. Whoever it is, is talking much too loud and the voice is vaguely familiar. Loud mouth just keeps on babbling and I can't be bothered to open my eyes and see who it is. I don't really care. All Death Eaters look the same, big stupid and ugly with a cruel glint in their eyes.

Everything hurts, if the nuisance of a person it is isn't going to kill me then they should leave. I think I would rather die than keep living like this. There are more voices and now I'm starting to panic. The more people the worse the torture. The Death Eaters see torture as some sort of competitive sport. They get their laughs by trying to one up each in games like: who can make the traitor scream the loudest or bleed the most.

I finally give into the impulse to curl up in ball, the world's spinning and the visions are back. The byproduct of the Cruciatus Cruse. I can see my tortures face swimming behind my eyelids their taunting jeers as I scream in pain. The other prisoners pained faces as their eyes plead for my help. I can't hide or run I'm slipping slowly out of consciousness and into insanity. The smell of the rotting corps from the people I share my cell with is over powering. The jeers of smiling murders that hold there wands and laugh as you scream. I can't escape it the sights, sounds, even the smells of death and destruction are everywhere.

I can't hide or run away. I hover out over my body and watch as it starts to spasm, and I cry out in pain as I thrash helplessly around on the bed. I am shifting broken bones, bumping bruises, rubbing burns and ripping open cuts. I don't care I can't care I'm gone, gone into my world of insanity and madness.

Someone tries to force something in my mouth I fight with all I have left but it's in vain I'm to weak and the cool liquid slips past my lips and down my throat. I wait for whatever is coming the last time I was given anything to drink it came with a week of vomiting blood and diarrhea. Soon my spasms stop and my body calms. My last coherent thought is that they have poisoned me and there is nothing that could be done.

Author's Note: Wow I'm not really sure where that came from it was kind of dark poor Draco. Anyway I hope you guys liked it I to my new reviewers Unamerican and Piglet thanks for reading. Extra brownie points go to smiling –is-my-favorite-pastime for even leaving a comment on my Authors Note. Everyone else gets a high five cuz I'm too lazy to write all your names. Reviews make me write faster so review please. It makes me smile like I'm insane and will make my family think I'm crazy. If you read all this give me a double smiley face. Sorry this took so long my editor has been really busy.