Romance/Adventure
Drarry (Draco/Harry) Dedicated to Mike Schubert of Potterless podcast (check it out). I agree Mike! Ludo Bagman is the perfect villain!
He woke up in a damp, diminutive dungeon. He tried to walk away but something restrained him from doing so. The boy looked around him at the stone walls floor and bench. What was this place? He felt like he knew it, but he didn't know where he knew it from.
All of a sudden, the (stone) door broke off its hinges, and Rubeus Hagrid burst through the gap where it had been just a minute ago. The boy's eyes widened in shock and surprise.
"Get away from me you big half breed oaf! I washed only this morning!" yelled Draco (who is the prince of leather pants, the ice prince, and the prince of Slytherin if you didn't know). Hagrid looked confused.
"You ain't the person I'm des'ined 'o marry! I'm off! I thought Olympe 'ould be 'ere!" he cried, then hurried off to do god knows where. Draco was so tired that he didn't notice anything suspicious about Hagrid thinking that Madame Maxime (the headteacher at Beauxbatons) was locked in the prison instead of him.
"Well, well, well. This is the famous Dracomius Lucius Malfoy eh?" Draco shuddered, for he knew that voice all too well.
"It's Draco. DON'T EVER call me Dracomius, Bagman you … !" Ludo Bagman just laughed his cold, empty laugh, that chilled your bones. He stepped closer to the boy, his Death Eaters right behind him. Beyond them were Draco's mother and father, both looking disappointed and murderous. More than usual I mean. Bagman took another step towards Draco and forced him to look into those pure black eyes.
"That's LORD VOLDEMORT to you boy!" he snickered, metamorphmagusing into the villain in question. Draco shuddered again at the sight and went to slap Bagman's face away from him. Bagman, caught out, lost control in about 5 seconds.
" HOW DARE YOU! CRUCIO!" he screamed going into CAPSLOCK MODE. Draco screamed and writhed, but nothing could get him out of the eternal pain that he was suffering. Voldemort's trademark laugh filled the room, and everyone except him shivered.
Losing interest, he then left the small jail, whispering a few words to Bellatrix Lestrange as he exited. The Death Eaters followed him out, all but the one that stayed.
"Looks like you've got yourself into some burning water!" cackled Bellatrix Lestrange. "Why did you go and join the other side of this schism? Well never mind, I'm going to find out everything you know!"
Over the next few weeks, Draco suffered a lot. His aunt had cursed him so he could never die. He was never fed, and he never drank either. All day and all night he would be tortured, with no breaks. Every day the scar on his arm bled again, in the form of the words 'TRAITOR'. The poor boy's screams could always be heard echoing down the spacey halls of Malfoy Manor. Occasionally, Bagman came in and tortured him worse than even Lestrange could. But Draco refused to give in.
Meanwhile, Harry was devising a plan to try to free Draco, as all in the order had heard of his brutal kidnapping. He kept thinking up plans, but Dumbledore pointed out the flaws and shot them down in 10 seconds. Harry was getting very frustrated.
"We NEED Draco for this Professor Dumbledore! We have to get him out somehow!" cried Harry one morning, after another 'half-witted' suggestion session. But no matter how much he pleaded, Dumbledore refused to let him risk his life for 'the boy'.
Harry was tired of this. He was upset without his love, and he didn't understand why the headmaster refused to let him leave to save Draco.
One morning he decided to leave. He hurried out in the early hours of the morning and apparated outside of Malfoy Manor, broomstick in hand. He managed to break the wards around the building and flew upwards, above the grounds. Suddenly, he lost control of his broom!
He crashed straight into a window, but it just luckily happened to be open. Once he had got over the fact that his broom had tried to kill him, the boy who lived followed the screams that led him to a door. Plucking up the courage he needed, he kicked it open.
"Remind me what you did to that Death Eater…" said Draco, looking at his love in awe.
"Killed him. But don't look at me, you're the one who has all the knowledge of the secret passageways here! You're the one who got us out of there!" he replied, looking away modestly.
Instead of replying to that, Draco mumbled something to the effect of we're here. He moved to get out of the cramped passageway but Harry stopped him.
"One last kiss. For luck?" he asked hopefully. Draco nodded and smiled as lips touched, he knew everything was going to be perfect from then on.