Insomnia
By Grey Wolf
Disclaimer: I am a bad person, a bad bad person who scares off beta readers. Wait this is not about me. I own no one, which is a good thing.
Note: Draco's pov. Hehe see how you like this one. Note read my story Broken, it helps as a intro to this chapter. Draco's dad is abusive. I think this chapter should have a higher rating for suggestions of rape. I am sorry before hand. Harry was not raped; I couldn't bring myself to do it to him
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Part 10
I stood against the wall beside my father's study's door and heard all his gruesome plans for Potter. They where plans that I was not too unfamiliar with as you might think, for you see my father had used then on me before and now he was planning to use them on Potter too. It was not the kind of plans you plan for a pleasured time either, more like the type you wish upon the very foul and wicked, like me and even I didn't deserve it.
I stood there listening to him describe his foul plans in detail to his fellow Death Eaters. I felt sick from only hearing them and I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes, remembering him close to me, violating me. I hated it. I hated him and I knew I could not let it happen to Potter.
It was not because I felt pity for him or that deep down inside I liked him and hoped that we could someday be friends. Ha just imagine me, Draco Malfoy, friends with Weasly, Potter and that Mudblood of a Granger. It's to laugh at. My reasons for helping him are far simpler:
He is the only one that can kill Voldemort and if Voldemort is killed then the Death Eaters are no more and I will not have to follow in my dad's footsteps. I don't want to serve Voldemort but if Harry dies here then I will be forced too and I will be under my father's control forever. Harry is my only chance to get away from him. He is my only chance at happiness, if there even is such a thing.
So that is the reason I am helping. I'm only helping him to help myself in the long run. Pure, simple, selfish. That is why I am now sneaking down our slopping stairway into the dungeon, to save our dear mister Potter. It takes courage I don't have to visit this place and too remember… but I steal myself from the memories to continue on and find him.
The cell was unguarded, luck I had not bargained on and I pull the key I stole from my father's study out of my robe pocket. It turned loudly in the lock and the door creaked open. I creped into in to the room, my heart beating in my chest for fear of what I might find before me, my father is a very cruel person.
I found Potter lying awake in the middle of the room. He had wounds and brushes but the only blood on him was dry. When he saw it was me he backed away like a scared animal and only stopped when the wall prevented him too. This showed that my father had caused the wounds though had not been here to for fill his wicked plans.
He cried out at the top of his lungs and told me to get away. Fool I am not like my father; I was not there to hurt him but if he was not gonna come with me it might turn out worse, or both of us. So I did my best to calm him.
It took me an hour to get him to trust me and take him out of there and even then he made me go first so that he could watch me. It is so good to be trusted like that, don't you think? He was limping badly but he refused my help proudly so I left him be, I was doing enough by helping him this much already.
I lead him up the servant's stairs and to my room. He didn't say anything but rested there, breathing heavily and holding his side. By the pained look on his face I would say that he had some cracked ribs, I know what that feels like thanks to my father. I gave him water and he gulped it down greedily, not caring that I might have poisoned it.
He was beginning to trust me and in all rights he shouldn't have, he didn't know my reasons for helping him after all. Next he might think I was honorable and that I am not as bad as I appear to be.
He said nothing, only sat looking at me. It was almost calming to look into those green eyes, like liquid peace. But that peace was broken by my father's loud cry. "Draco what did you do with him?! I know you're hiding him Draco! You'll pay for this treachery!!"
His eyes widened and I jumped out and pulled my jar of Floo powder out of a drawer. I stuffed it and a piece of paper with an address on it into his hand and hurried him to the fireplace. "Go there, they will help you." He looked at me "Come with me" he urge, finally realizing what I had done for him. I backed up, telling him that I couldn't.
Just then my father broke open my door. "Go!" I yelled and saw Potter disappear. My father turned his anger on me, but the pain didn't matter; Potter was free and someday I would be. Maybe then I would be able to sleep without nightmares about my father waking me.
Now I had only to wait for my freedom and what sweet, sweet freedom that would be…