Disclaimer: I do not own the plot, the world, the characters, or any other aspect of the series Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling. I do copy exact words from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" and I admit I do not own the text.

This plotline was original but it falls in line with the plot line of the seventh book.

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE SEVENTH BOOK YET.

(Or "Oblivious"...)

Chapter Eleven

Ashamed

Shite.

He was going to be in big trouble.

Worse than that, he was going to seem even more pathetic than before.

He was going to tell his family that Sophia stole his wand and escaped.

He was lying for her. To save her.

"She better be damn thankful…" he muttered as he ran to his home. As he sprinted, the cut on his cheek stung and he winced. "What I do for people…" he groaned.

Ha. Actually, that too was a lie. He had never really done anything for anyone.

…Except for her.

"DRACO MALFOY!" his aunt bellowed from the door. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SCUM!"

Damn her.

"Bitch…" he murmured under his breath. He finally reached the shabby bushes and climbed through them. There she was at the open doorway of the backdoor. Narcissa and Lucius appeared as though they had just emerged into the kitchen looking befuddled as to why Bellatrix was screaming her bloody head off.

"Draco Scorpius Malfoy!" Narcissa exclaimed. "What were you doing? Where have you been?" Her face gave the impression that she was irritated, but her voice was shaking with worry.

Ugh. Why did she always have to use that wicked middle name?

"DRACO!" Bellatrix screeched.

"You can all stop saying my name now, I'm here," he replied sarcastically. Bellatrix growled and crossed her arms.

"Where is she?"

"What?"

"DON'T 'WHAT' ME YOU LITTLE VERMIN!"

"She…escaped." For some reason, it was hard to get the words out.

"Escaped did she? Hard to believe…"

"She did."

"And what's the story behind THAT?" she hissed frantically.

"Why are you so angry, Bellatrix? It was just a useless Mudblood," Lucius pointed out.

"It's not her I care about! It's the fact that she escaped…because she shouldn't have…this son of yours either lost to a Mudblood…or the escape was done purposefully…"

"Don't accuse Draco of something you don't know he did for certain," Narcissa defended.

He was sick of them talking about him like he wasn't there at all so he spoke up and answered his aunt's question, "I heard a loud noise in the cellar so I went to go check on it. She tackled me as soon as I got through the door. She took my wand and ran. I chased after her but she kept shooting spells and curses at me. And then she apparated. Then you screamed."

He wasn't sure if he had lied well or not. He couldn't pay attention. All he could think about was what Bellatrix's reaction to the story would be. She would call him all sorts of nasty things. His parents would think him less honorable. He would be rubbish, hopeless, a waste of time.

"Are you lying to me boy? Because if you are…I'll KILL you…" she said through gritted teeth, her eyes glowing.

"BELLA! NEVER speak to my son that way, EVER," Narcissa shouted at her sister.

"Oh, since when do you care, Cissy? You agree with me, right? He is worthless…he lost, Cissy…just like he lost to Dumbledore…he will always lose…because he is pitiful...he's a disgrace to the family…you see eye to eye with me, don't you, Cissy? You said so yourself…when you asked Severus to make that Unbreakable Vow…don't deny you said it Cissy…'But he won't succeed! How can he…" she mimicked.

Narcissa's cheeks became a brilliant red and she hissed at her sister, "Don't you dare turn this on me, Bella!"

The two sisters glowered at another and Narcissa turned to Draco and said grimly, "Draco. Go to bed. Now."

He hated them. Every single one of them.

He sat on his bed listening to his mother and his aunt battle it out and argue downstairs…

"You're just letting him off the hook?!" Bellatrix screeched.

"What are we supposed to do?" Narcissa asked.

"PUNISH HIM!"

"For what?"

"FOR LETTING THAT WRETCHED CREATURE GO!"

"He already said he didn't let her escape!"

"BUT SHE STILL ESCAPED NONE THE LESS, CISSY. LEARN TO PUNISH YOUR OWN DISHONORABLE SON. YOU HAVE ALWAYS DONE THIS, CISSY, WHETHER YOU LIKE TO ADMIT IT OR NOT. HE IS A SPOILED BRAT. HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN. YOU SPOIL HIM TOO MUCH. HE IS NEVER PUNISHED."

"That's all you ever wanted to do when he was younger, was punish him!"

"EXACTLY. MAYBE THEN, HE WOULD BE ABLE TO FOLLOW ORDERS CORRECTLY!"

"MY SON FOLLOWS ORDERS VERY WELL, BELLA!" Narcissa now was yelling at the same volume as her sister. "STOP BEATING ON HIM FOR THAT!"

"YOU KNOW YOU'RE DISGRACED. YOU ARE SHAMEFUL OF HIM. YOU WISH HE DID KILL THAT GHASTLY HEADMASTER. I KNOW YOU ARE ASHAMED OF HIM, CISSY. JUST DON'T LIE. DON'T LIE TO ME, OR HIM. TELL HIM THE TRUTH. MAYBE THEN HE WILL LEARN, IF ANYTHING."

The shouting ceased at that moment.

Draco wanted to die right now. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything or anyone. He didn't care if Voldemort himself walked right into the room and killed him right then and there. Actually, he wished he would come in here and kill him.

He hated Bellatrix.

He hated Narcissa.

And he hated Lucius too.

He hated the whole lot of them.

Stomping feet ascended the staircase…heading down the hall…coming for his bedroom…

"YOU!" Bellatrix screamed thrashing open the door. "YOU DISGUSTING…VILE…REPULSIVE…USELESS…WORTHLESS…PATHETIC…FEEBLE…" The list went on and on as she tramped towards him. She grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his bed and to his feet.

"I can't breathe, Bellatrix…" he said crudely.

"UGH!" She held her wand to his cut and it stung with the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire seventeen years of living. He screamed in pain.

"BELLATRIX WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY S—" Bellatrix slammed the door shut and locked it with a flick of her wand. Narcissa was banging the door, attempting to break it down.

"BELLATRIX!" Lucius bellowed.

"I CAN'T APPARATE INTO HIS ROOM, LUCIUS!" Narcissa cried.

"What really happened…?" Bellatrix whispered through clenched teeth, barely heard over the shouts and yells of his two parents and the banging on the door. "Tell the truth this time you little bastard…"

"I already told you the truth…" he scoffed.

"Did you love that dirt?!" she sneered.

"No…she's a filthy Mudblood…" he huffed, trying to breathe with Bellatrix's hands squeezed around his throat.

"You do, you liar…"

"NO! I don't!"

"THEN WHY DID SHE ESCAPE?" she shouted. Her eyes were wide with fury.

"I don't kn—"

Before he could finish his testimony she threw him from herself and mumbled, "Crucio…" with a maniacal smile.

He roared in agony.

She laughed psychotically.

Every limb of his body was in pain. He felt as though the torturing would never end. He felt as though he would never stop suffering. It was the worst feeling he had ever had. The sting he had felt in the cut on his cheek was nothing compared to this.

Is this the misery Sophia had endured?

The misery every single person who has been cursed by the Cruciatus Cruse had gone through?

He twitched and writhed on the floor, feeling completely helpless and powerless.

Then it stopped.

The pain he thought would never stop came to an end.

"You're…you're bloody mad…psychotic…deranged is what you are…" he wheezed, struggling for air. He attempted to stand on his feet but Bellatrix shoved him back down to the floor.

"You disgust me."

And she apparated.

Who knows where to.

Who cares.

As long as she doesn't come back.

If he had the strength, and a wand, he would've killed her.

He had been abused by his aunt many times as a child, but never like that. She had lost it.

Narcissa and Lucius were still outside his door screaming their heads off and banging continuously. He didn't bother opening the door and shouted,

"She's gone! I'm fine!" It went silent.

"Draco?!" Narcissa gasped.

He said nothing.

"Open this door right now!" she demanded.

"Go away."

After two minutes of silence, to his surprise footsteps faded away down the hall. A door at the other end shut gently.

Draco, still kneeling on the floor, stared out the window at the skyline. He bared his teeth in a scowl and his eyebrows furrowed.

"If I don't get the chance, or the pleasure…I hope Harry Potter kills you."