The doors creak open, the dim light hits my eyes, and I'm now face to face with a room bursting with deatheaters, and standing in the midst of them all, towering over they're greasy heads, is the Dark Lord himself. I feel Kady take a small step back, but theres no backing out now. I lightly push her forward with my arm thats wrapped around her waist. I try to grab her hand in support, but she slips it out of my grasp.

"Late are we? Lucius.. where are your manners?" Voldemort speaks, the sarcastic hatred in his voice filling the room. Before my disgraced father can even answer, Kady speaks up.

"Father, don't blame the Malfoys, it was me who was late. I took too long in getting ready and they were only polite enough to wait for me.. if anyone should be punished.. it's me."

She's taking the blame? Why would she do that, she's never even met my father before, let alone vouched for him to the Dark Lord. I know that Voldemort won't kill her, but I know he'd hurt her.

It takes a long time for Voldemort to answer, he's just looking at Kady, looking her up and down, I guess trying to decide what to say. Finally, he speaks.

"Taking the blame are you? I see your quite close to the Malfoy family already, particuarly Draco are you not? Jumping from one man to another sweetheart, how rambuctious, how slutty" At this point, a wide, evil smirk is spreading across his face. All of a sudden, I feel Kady's body rip out of my grip. She walks up to Voldemort with her finger pointing at him, her face bearing an expression of solem anger.

"Don't you dare talk to me like, accuse me of being a slut? You're the one with the issues! You're the one whose been alone for over fifteen years, you disgusting bastard" She screams. I can see her chest heaving up and down, her face still showing aggresion. Gasps spread throughout the room, "you blood traitor whore!" My aunt Bellatrix shouts. The Dark Lords face remains frozen, completely expressionless.

"No wonder my mother left you" Kady pants.

It's his last straw. "You unworthy skank." He whispers, then, before I can do anything, Voldemort is using the Cruciatus curse on his own daughter. Kady isn't screaming in pain, put whimpering and sobbing on the cold stone floor. Now the pain begins to fill my bones aswell, but I keep it as hidden as possible. My mother looks at me, she knows I can feel it.

Before I can stop myself, I scream at the top of my lungs. "STOP"

Everyone turns towards me, Voldemort looks up and draws his wand into his robes. Kady lays silent, but still shaking. "Draco.. no" I hear my mother whisper behind me. Instead, I step nearer to where Kady lies.

"D-don't hurt her.. do it to me instead."

A feeling of pure dread falls over me. To be standing face to face with Voldemort is terrifying beyond words, this man has killed countless innocents. He doesn't know that Kady and I are Para Sempre, he could kill me right here, right now. I swallow my fear and stand perfectly still, perfectly calm. I'm tired of being a coward, this is for the girl I love. It's time to put others before myself.

Voldemort throws his head back in laughter, and soon he and the entire room are erupting with glee, other than my parents. The laughter annoys me, I'm not a stupid boy, I'm a man sacrificing himself for the one he loves. That's more bravery than any of these cowards will ever show in their entire life. My aunt Bellatrix is wiping joyful tears from her eyes when she yells out, "raised a wuss did you Cissy?" Then she starts to cackle again. Then, just as I feared, The Dark Lord speaks.

"My young man, torture is not something to be traded. You shall learn this lesson as you get older. I admire your courage, though I laugh upon your complete foolishness. All the love in the world is not worth five minutes of torture. Though in this case, I'll accept your plea.. only because it's my daugter we're talking about. Don't expect my mercy the next time Draco Malfoy"

I take a deep breath and the last thing I hear is a small cry though I can't whether it's Kady or my mother.

Then.. It comes.

I fall to the floor screaming, shaking in agony. I'm losing all awareness of my surroundings, I can barely make out the faint cry of a woman yelling. It feels like twenty giants are yanking all of my limbs off, and that my body is on fire at the same time. Knives are being dug into my chest, my neck being turned around completely. I can vaguely make out a dark figure leaning beside me, and then a light sweep of relief, like someones holding me. The worse the pain, the darker my world becomes.

Darker..darker...darker..

~Kadys Point of View~

Why am I so stupid? I thought it was the right thing ot do, taking the blame! But now I'm here on the floor in the midst of hundreds of deatheaters, wrapping my arms around a screaming Draco Malfoy. I can feel the aching in myself aswell, but that doesn't matter now, the only thing that matters is stopping Dracos pain. Oh God, this is all my fault. But why did he have to do that? The stupid man, why'd he have to sacrifice himself for me, I'm not worth it.

I look around and see Narcissa huddling into Lucius, her eyes hidden in his chest. I see many of the deatheaters just staring aimlessly at me, some are grinning, some are even laughing at this innocent mans pain.

That's it, I'm taking control of this. I grab my wand from inside the seams of my dress and before anyone can do anything, I hex my father, his wand goes flying, he does aswell. Draco stops shaking. Almost like they're reading my mind, Narcissa and Lucius come and take Draco's limp body from Voldemort's view. I take my wand and stand up, waiting for the worst.

I'm going to fight him as long and as hard as he wants, he will never hurt Draco again. I stand tall, my back straight, my head high in the air. My father is screaming at the deatheaters who had gone to his aid, but apparently he's too great for any help. He locks me in his gaze, and fires a ball of black mist at me. I duck quickly and it passes centimeters over my head.

"Crucio!" I scream. I don't give a damn if it's unforgivable or not, my father needs a taste of his own medicine. My father falls to the ground shaking. Deatheaters rush at me, but he shakily commands to leave the room. He intends to finish it alone then? Hm, good luck to this unlucky sack.

I watch my father wriggle in pain. This if for all the innocent souls he's killed, this is for all the familys he's ripped apart. This is for my mother. This is for Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. This is for Draco.

This is for all the people of the world, since I'm the only one who dares give Voldemort what he needs.

The room is all empty now, only my father and I remain.

"If you ever, I mean ever, hurt Draco Malfoy again, I swear on my mother's soul you will suffer." I lower my wand, leaving my father breathing heavily on the floor. He's silent. I turn around and begin to walk out of the room, off to find out where Draco is, leaving my coward of a father on his knees, though I don't know if it's the pain or the shame that keeps him there.