Title: Al Rubio Moreno

Notes: you might find errors. sorry! i dont have a beta reader!

Chapter Twelve: Breakthrough and Runaways

Silence…

Numb Cold….

Water dripping down.

He could hear faint voices nearby, as cold drops of water drip down into his face, soaking his robes making him feel uncomfortable. His cheek felt extremely cold against the rocky foul floor. Shiver run down his spine a he open his eyes, slowly focusing at the dark atmosphere.

"Where am I?" he mumbled, sitting up against wall. A strong headache kicked in as he leaned against the wall. Under his hand he felt bits of old bones that cracked at his movement.

"Of all places to pop, it has to be in a place full of wizard," he heard a man say, "What a moron that Malfoy boy is."

At his first name, Draco snapped to his sense, remembering the tragedy of the hospital and the birth of his son. His hand reached into his pocket, finding no wand at all nor the objects and money he usually carries with him. Ignoring his headache he hastily walked over the thick iron bars, keeping him in this cold dark room.

It didn't take long to figure it out he was locked up in Azkaban. There were guards walking everywhere as few dementors pass by sending shivers down his spine. He slowly fell to his knee, resting his forehead against the iron bars. Is Harry and his son ok?

"Where's Potter?" he asked, taking by surprised at the guards passing nearby.

One of the guards snorted. "Like I would tell you filthy brat."

Angrily Draco shook the bars violently, "Where's Potter you old goof!"

The guard scowled and flicked a spell at his cell. Draco was yanked off the iron bars he was holding and pressed back to the wall. "Watch your mouth golden locks, or I'll feed you to the dementors," the guard hissed approaching his cell, "You're in Azkaban , not a tea party."

The blonde glared at the guard, slipping down to the floor, fist tightening, crushing the spare bones around the floor. "Don't expect food today," another guard said.

Draco slammed his fists against the floor, making the water splash around. Years ago it would have been a joke to send Aurors and wizards behind the blonde to capture him. Everytime they do, they would go back to headquarters, empty handed and badly bruised. It was why he was wanted so urgently. A powerful wizard, nor good nor Death Eater; Wanted by Voldemort and the Ministry; a horrid cold blood assassin.

Now, those days of glory has come to an end since the day he met Potter, and pregnant the black haired wizard. Everything went down to zero, especially the foolish attempt to appear in St Mungus that cost him his express ticket to Azkaban.

"Damn it!" he cursed, looking at the wall beside him. The lower part of the wall was make with iron bars, probably because of the water that drips down the ceiling to avoid any water disaster inside.

"It is true, then?" he heard someone speaking from the other side of the lower bars at his right, "The baby Potter has is yours?"

Draco focuses his sight into the darkness of the other cell. He could make out a slim figure leaning against the wall, covered in damp ragged clothes. "Who the fucking hells are you?"

"After all these years, its that the way you will greet your father?" The figure leaned over the bars, making the blonde held his breath, eyes widened.

There was the elegant rich man of Lucius Malfoy ; long white blonde locks now looking like tangled sandy and dirty blonde, most of his face covered with dirt, bruises and curly blonde beard. His high cheekbones were visible than before due to the lack of food and nutrition provided in this hellhole.

A half bony hand reached through the bars, touching Draco's chin, lowering his head and looking intently into the gray orb of his son. Draco stared back, terrified at the horrid image of his father, how his once gray cold eyes full with authority now lingers with a vast empty emotionless gray orbs with bags under his eyes.

"F-Father," Draco blurted out, in a weak voice.

Lucius Malfoy snorted at his son's voice, "I expected you to last longer outside Draco."

Draco looked away from his father, ashamed, "It was an accident," he muttered. "I was just-"

"-Trying to get Potter to the hospital on time. I don't blame you Draco," Draco shivered as he heard his father voice say his name after a long time. "I was as foolish as you when you were to be born."

"Difference is that at that time you weren't that much of a wanted person on the streets," Draco muttered.

Lucius chuckled, "True but that doesn't change the fact that you acted human towards the situation; it was your son."

Draco rolled his eyes , " And with Potter, of all people."

"I don't blame you," Lucius said quietly as two guards passed by, "The boy is powerful. You sure have good taste."

Draco blushed and slapped his father's hand away. "Is not like I asked him to!"

Lucius laughed softly, "You sure have grown allot since the last time I saw you Draco. You have no idea how much I missed my son."

"You sound odd," Draco pointed out.

"Azkaban change people Draco," Lucius said, "Makes you realized your feelings; that the things you love the most are no longer within your reach." One of the guards stopped in front of Lucius's cell and left a gray plate with bits to cold chicken and two hard slices of bread. The guard continued his march down to the next cells ignoring Draco.

Lucius took half of one of the slices of bread and passed the rest to Draco, "Eat, you'll need it."

Draco raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Look at you, you look like a walking skeleton!"

"I need you to eat, now that you're here," he said while nibbling on his slice of bread. "I need you sane enough to tap that power you had since little, and put it into use."

Draco looked at his father perplexed, "You making it sound like something wicked," he said as he munched the cold bits of chicken.

"Far more," Lucius said leaning back against the wall with a long sigh, "Had you ever wonder why even Voldemort couldn't mark you?"

"Because I sealed it within you," Lucius answered before Draco could ask, pointing at Draco's chest pressing his finger against the pale skin. Slowly, a small celtic tattoo appeared on the skin Lucius was touching.

Draco jumped, food forgotten, "What the-!"

"Your days in Azkaban will be short my dear dragon."

He let the Daily Prophet fell down to the desk, papers scattering around. He brought his hand to his temples, massaging, feeling his head pondering. His half moon glasses slipped to the tip of his nose. "This is madness."

A desperate knocked on the door made him rearrange his composure and pushed his glasses back to the brick of his nose. "Come in."

Severus Snape entered his office, breathing heavily, and slammed the same copy of the Daily Prophet into his desk. "First Potter and his son, now this."

Albus Dumbledore peered at the headlines of the Daily Prophet he happened to have read minutes before: Breakthrough in Azkaban. Father and son on the loose.

"He is taking advantage over this!" Severus hissed at the old wizard. "If we don't make a move-"

"What can we do Severus?" Dumbledore said ripping his gazed to the picture of Azkaban in smoke to the Potion Master. "Nor the Auror council, The Order and the Ministry have no clue where Voldemort moves!"

"What about you?" he snapped, "You always have a clue!"

"Well I'm afraid this is the first time I don't, Severus." Albus said standing up, looking out to the window. "It seems Voldemort has reach a higher level of magic, which we cannot normally track."

"And you're standing arms crossed and letting Voldemort do whatever he wishes to?"

Albus slammed his fist on his desk, making the entire content tremble. Fawkes screeched in protest at the reaction. "This is no easy task especially when you have everyone depending on you!" he exclaimed, "Tracking him now is not the same as before and it takes time and mind to do it!"

For the first time Severus was taken aback by the reaction of the old wizard. "My mistakes Albus-"

Albus waved his hand, shaking his head, "Do not worry my child, "he said softly, "Im just stressed out about all this situation, especially the disappearance of Harry and his child."

The old wizard looked at the Daily Prophet and sighed, " Now the question in hand is those two," he said pointing at the picture of Lucius and Draco Malfoy. " I don't think Voldemort helped them at all. What are they plotting on?"

Severus raised his eyebrow in confusion, "He didn't? How can you know that for sure? They always worked for Voldemort. They're obviously behind the Lord, looking to go back."

"After what happened in St. Mungus with Draco? I don't think so," Albus whispered, " Draco killed those Death Eaters who attacked Harry that night. That leaves us with a hint that Draco can plot against Voldemort any time."

"Second, Lucius has been around 5 years or more in Azkaban and now that Draco arrives, one week later, they both breakthrough. If Lucius could break through he would have done it years ago but he needed Draco to do it."

"Obviously two minds are better than one," Severus commented.

"Not only that, but the power involved behind," Albus pointed out, "Lucius must have use it."

"Use what?"

Albus chuckled, "Had you ever took interest in the Malfoy Family Geneology?"

He kicked the last remaining corpses away, spitting warm blood in disgust. "This body is killing me."

"We found one survivor my Lord," One of the white masked man with long black robes said, bowing. "She survived most of the spells."

He waved his hand to gesture the Death Eater to guide him, walking pass the dead corpses ignoring the fact he walked on top of them, crushing their bones on the way. He ran his hand through his pale white baldhead, breathing heavily.

"Let me go!" the voice of a girl screamed in protest trying to break free the grip the Death Eater have in her. She was wearing a black robe with straps of loose black cloth around her legs and arms.

The snake like lips curved into a smirk, his red eyes glowing evilly, "Ah If it isn't the great Evangeline."

The girl with long black hair stopped struggling, now looking at the menace in front with her piercing amber eyes. Her lips joined forming and thin line of disgust. " You fucking monster!" she screamed, "You didn't need to slaughter them!"

He frowned, looking like he was sad, "But that's the fun of it." She screamed in protest spitting into his face.

Angered he whipped off his face with the sleeve of his robes and slapped the girl hard on her pale cheek with the back of his hand, drawing blood. He grinned, licking the blood staining his white bony hand. "Tasty as always."

He took hold of her neck in a swift and pulled her close to his angry face. "Don't you ever run away from me! You belong to me!" he screamed at her face, gripping her neck.

With terrifying eyes the girl nodded, blood running down to her chin, "Yes my Lord," she said in a weak croaked voice.

TBC….

Notes: This wasn't in the previous chapter 12 I wrote, so im adding new ideas.