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Chapter 12
Harry, Remus, Ron and Hermione stalk quietly towards Malfoy Manor, sticking to the shadows. Hermione destroys the wards with a flick of her wand. Eyes turning red and fangs lengthening Harry grins sharply, raising a leg and kicking the large front doors open. The doors smack against the wall with a loud bang. Marching into the large Manor the vampire uses his enhances senses to located the elder Malfoy. Finding him in his upstairs study Harry storms into the room, stalking up to the blonde man and lifting him out of his chair by his throat. Pressing sharp nails into the fragile skin and watching the red drops of blood appear.
"You and I Mr Malfoy are going to have a long chat. You are going to tell me everything you have ever done to your son, including why you stopped his inheritance and what he is. Do you understand me?!" he growls. Lucius nods his head quickly.
"Good" Harry grins evilly "Then I'm going to torture you. If you live or die after that is up to Draco" When Lucius's eyes widen in terror, Harry chuckles darkly and whispers lowly "and for some reason, I don't think he's going to be too merciful"
Slamming Lucius's head into the wall, he feels a spark of satisfaction at the loud thump as the blonde man is knocked out cold. Remus moves forwards and slings the man over his shoulder, Harry shooting him a relieved and thankful look. Leaving the mansion they close the front doors behind them, Hermione replacing the wards to make it look like nothing happened. Quickly making their way back home, Harry freezes halfway there, a loud furious growl ripping out of him.
"Harry, mate, what's wrong?" Ron asks, stepping back when glowing red eyes land on him.
"My mate is frightened" he snarls, using his supernatural speed to take off like a shot, honing in on his distressed mate. Reaching his manor and slamming through the front doors Harry stops in the entrance hall before racing towards the dungeons. The wall before him opens up as he runs towards it, admitting him entrance to the room behind. Neville, Blaise, Fred and George are crouched in a loose circle around the trembling form of his mate. Neville talking to the shaking blonde in a soothing voice.
"What the hell happened to my Mate?!" Harry demands.
After Harry had left, Neville and Blaise had lead Draco down to the Castles dungeon. The brick wall in front of them shifts, creating a door way that leads into a large room. Four long tables take up the middle of the room, shelves stocked with a wide range of products run along the length of the walls. Toys, potions, weapons. The room seems to hold them all. Draco takes a step towards the weapons wall, looking curiously at a dagger with a gold handle. He jumps when a pale freckled arm reaches past him from over his shoulder and grabs it off the shelf.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" a low voice asks from his left.
"That she is" the same voice replies from the right. Turning in one direction then the other, Draco takes in the tall, pale red headed forms of two identical men.
"I'm Fred" the one on the right introduces himself. The one on the left sidles closer "And I'm George" Draco watches the two of them in amusement; he can tell they are lying.
"You must be Draco, Harry's mate" Fred (who is really George) says. Draco nods with a shy smile.
"Harry's right" George (who is actually Fred) states "You are gorgeous" Draco tilts his head down as he blushes at the compliment.
"What are you two working on?" Blaise asks, making his way over to a bench. The twins grin at each other and, with an arm over Draco's shoulder each; they herd him towards the table, pushing him onto a stool beside Neville.
"We are working on some new weapons" Fred grins, handing the dagger to his brother. George swings it in an arch and presses one of the jewels on the handle, with a golden shimmer the silver blade lengthens until the dagger is a sword.
"Cool" Blaise says, reaching out and taking the sword from George. George grins and walks behind Blaise, placing one hand on Blaise's him and the other on his wrist, helping him swing it properly.
Draco sits on the stool and watches in amusement in as the twins show Blaise and Neville their inventions. He is watching Fred show Neville how to use a charmed arm band when the sound of a whip cracking against the ground sends him back to being tortured by his father.
(Warning: Torture scene)
Draco whimpered as he heard the sound of footsteps heading towards his cell. Twisting desperately in the chains dangling him from the ceiling, he feels tears slip down his face. The door to the cell swings open, admitting his father into the dank room. Tapping his cane against the stone floor Lucius Malfoy smirks to himself. The sight of his son hanging from the ceiling in chains, covered in cuts and bruises gives him a surge of satisfaction.
"Good Morning Draco. How are you feeling?" He asks politely. A low whimper reaches his ears.
"Please… please don't" pulling out his wand from his sleeve, Lucius points it at his son.
"Crucio" he says calmly, smiling at the sound of his son's screams of agony. Draco twists in his chains as pain courses through him, his throat is already raw from screaming but he can tell that his father hasn't finished with him yet, that he hasn't even started.
"I have a meeting in 2 hours so our session won't be as long today. Now let's see, you've spoken 3 words, 2 whimpers and 1 scream. How about 10 lashes for each sound? How many is that?" Lucius asks, pacing around the cell. When his son just hangs there limply he smiles cruelly.
"Don't want to add on do you? Very well. By my calculations its 60 lashes" Summoning a whip hanging off the wall, he makes the whip cracks against the wall causing Draco to flinch and bite back a terrified shout.
"Let's start counting yes?" Swinging the whip back he whips it forward , the tough leather connecting with his sons back "One!" Lucius Malfoy cackles evilly as Draco screams in agony. Crying, screaming and struggling to push away from the burning pain, Draco can't help but think 'why me? Why does he hate me?'
Draco snaps out of the flashback when gentle hands lift him off the ground and onto a table. One minute he is dangling from chains in unimaginable pain, getting his back whipped to shreds the next he is being lain down on a hard surface, completely pain free. Sitting up with a panicked gasp the blonde frantically looks around, calming when strong hands grip his face and turn him to face forwards.
"Dragon? It's alright Draco, you're okay. What happened?" Harry's soothing voice washes over him. Sobbing Draco swings his legs over the side, pulling Harry towards him. Burying his face in the vampire's neck he wraps arms and legs around the larger form. Holding the trembling and sobbing blonde to his chest, Harry growls at the others when the move closer. Movement under his hands startle him into looking down. Large white wings expand slowly from Draco, lifting up into high arches and then circling around the vampire, cocooning the two mates into a nest of feathers.
"Dragon, I need you to tell me what happened" Harry murmurs.
"F-flashback… my f-father. He w-was whipping m-me. It h-hurt s-so much!" Draco collapses into a fresh round of sobs as Harry growls in rage. Tightening his arms around his precious bundle, Harry lifts him off the table and begins to make his way back to their room.
"Don't worry Dragon, he won't touch you again. And he will pay for everything he ever did to you"
