Ron and Hermione crouched hidden behind
some bushes, as they watched Harry open his letter. After a few minutes, they
saw him blanche, and then heard him softly cry out Draco's name, his voice full
of hurt and anguish. They watched as Harry got up and walked away, his facemask
like in its total lack of expression.
"Something's wrong" said Hermione, "And we
need to find out what" Ron merely nodded in agreement.
"We'll have to keep a close eye on him."
Ron added. "I'll watch him at night in our dorm, and we can both watch him
today."
"I'll wait in the common room tonight." She
said, "I don't want to miss anything. If Harry goes somewhere tonight, I want
to be there"
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That night, Harry changed and got into bed
as if everything was normal, drawing the hangings Ron changed and got into his
bed also. He still kept an eye on Harry though determined to stay awake in case
Harry went somewhere. It was around 3am, and Ron was beginning to doze off when
he was jolted back to awareness by the sudden creaking of Harry's bed.
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Harry waited until everyone in the dorm was
still and silent. Now was the time to act. He had to get Draco, or die trying!
He
slipped out of the bed as silently as possible, wincing as he heard it creak.
He padded over to his chest at the foot of his bed, grabbing his invisibility
cloak and broom, and then he quietly crept down the stairs. He stopped just
outside the common room, looking around furtively. He didn't notice Hermione
asleep in a chair in the far corner. Harry sighed in relief, outside in the
hall. So far, so good. He felt a twinge of guilt about not telling Ron or
Hermione, but it was better if he went alone. They couldn't find out about
Draco and himself. Donning his invisibility cloak, he headed off down the hall.
Harry made it safely to the owlery, getting
on his broom and going through the window. As soon as he was off the grounds,
Harry was like a blur on his Firebolt, only a pausing to check the map
occasionally.
Hours passed unnoticed as Harry flew
desperately onwards. Then, he saw it. Looming up over the land. Malfoy Mansion.
It appeared suddenly, as you passed over the border of Malfoy territory. To
Harry, it appeared as a black miasmas, robbing the land of everything good. It
was the most forbidding sight he had ever witnessed. But Draco was in there,
and Harry had to reach him.
Spotting an open window, Harry flew
downwards. He hovered outside the window, peering in anxiously. There didn't
seem to be anyone there, so he flew in and landed gently on the floor. Deciding
not to risk leaving his broom behind, he tucked it under his cloak, and
cautiously started to make his way down to the dungeons.
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Draco lay as still as possible on the cold
dungeon floor. God he hurt! His bastard father had been merciless in his
systematic torture, breaking bones and marking flesh with astounding ease
considering he professed to love Draco. The only way he could bear the pain at
all was by thinking about Harry. Safe and alive at Hogwarts. Would he ever see
his love again? Draco tried to stop his sobs, but he couldn't, the tears flowed
endlessly over his battered and bruised face. He curled up into the fetal
position, hugging himself for warmth, even though every movement sent pain
shooting through his system.
Draco was too far gone in his misery to
register the faint sound of footsteps, or the soft click of a cell door
opening. He flinched when a cool hand touched his back, which had been flayed
till it was bloody and raw, and cowered away.
"Oh Draco love" cried Harry softly, "What
have those bastards done to you?"
Draco looked up, startled. Harry? Here?
Hope rose within him. It was Harry!
"Harry" he croaked "How did you get in
here? You have to go. Don't let them put you in here too Harry. I couldn't bear
it"
"I m not going to leave you Draco" Harry
replied fiercely. "That fat bastard Pettigrew is asleep outside your cell, can
you stand, can you walk?" Harry asked, concern darkening his eyes.
Draco tried to get to his feet. As soon as
he put pressure on his left leg however, pain exploded all up his side. He
gasped and fell against Harry, which caused pain to shoot through his numerous
broken ribs. "Uggghh!" He cried out, as his world constricted until all that
was left was the fiery center of pain.
At last he felt cool hands steadying him,
touching places that did not hurt.
"We don't have much time Draco, thank god
Pettigrew didn't wake up." Harry whispered, "Quickly get on." Harry pulled out
his broom, which was now floating next to him in the air. Gingerly, Draco got
on, and tried to find a position that would not transport him back to his world
of pain. Harry gently propelled the broom along the hall and up the stairs. He
was just closing the door, to the dungeon when he heard a noise. By the sound
of it, two people were coming towards him and Draco. Harry glanced around to
avoid find another way out of Malfoy Mansion without colliding into the two
people heading in their direction.
" Turn right, Harry" Draco whispered. Harry
turned and saw a broad oak door. Harry hurried over to it, pulling the broom
behind him. Draco gritted his teeth against the pain, sweat dripping down his
face.
Harry pulled them through the door,
shutting it behind him quietly. Harry stayed there, listening.
"Harry" whispered Draco, "We have to go! It
could be my father with Voldemort!" Harry looked at him, and then nodded,
coming towards him swiftly and taking hold of the broom again.
"You'll have to guide me, I don't know the
way from here."
"Ok Harry" Draco replied. The next half
hour passed in a excruciatingly slow pace for Harry, expecting that every time
they turned a corner they would bump into Voldemort or Lucius but finally, with
Draco's knowledge of his house, they reached a room with a large window and
balcony.
Harry pulled Draco and the broom over to
the balcony, stood on the railing, and carefully got on behind Draco. Draco
clenched his teeth and tried to ignore the pain as Harry's arms came around him
to grip the brooms handle in front of Draco.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked Draco, concern
filling his voice. Draco nodded, leaning back against Harry, and relaxing his
strained muscles. His body was still wrapped in a cocoon of pain, but the fact
that Harry was holding him pushed the pain back to a dull throbbing. When they
started to move towards Hogwarts, Draco let himself relax and fall asleep against
Harry's broad shoulder.
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Harry flew onwards towards Hogwarts,
cradling his lover in his arms. For hours they flew like that, Harry listening
to the soft, even breathing of Draco.
Eventually, the large building that was
Hogwarts appeared in front of him. Harry flew on, through an open window. Not
stopping, he kept flying through the halls to the infirmary. Harry knocked on
the door, still hovering in the air.
Madame Pince opened the door and gasped
when she saw Draco.
"Oh that poor boy!" she cried, ushering
them inside. "What happened to him?"
"He was tortured by his father" Harry
replied in a voice that trembled with helpless rage and exhaustion.
"You
can stay here for the day and sleep as well Harry," she told him sternly. "Now
hop into bed while I fix Draco up."
"Can't I help?" ha asked
"No," she relied "The best thing for you to
do is go to sleep. Don't worry, he'll be as good as new in a few hours after
I've finished with him."
Harry pulled off his clothes leaving his
boxers on and fell into the infirmary's bed as the sun rose over the horizon,
gently bathing the land in its honey gold warmth.
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Draco
groaned and sat up. The last he remembered, Madame Pomfrey had been shoving
revolting potions down his throat to heal him. He sat up in bed, the pain
wasn't too bad. His bones were whole and his skin repaired. He would always
have the emotional scars though, there wasn't a potion to heal them, and he
would have the bruises from his father's bashings for a while, but all in all,
life was looking good. He looked around him, and noticed Harry lying in the
next bed, his face pale and drawn. The impulse to jump into bed with Harry was
too powerful to deny. Draco got out of bed and slowly made his way over to
Harry. Pulling back the covers, Draco slid in beside Harry, resting gently
beside him. At last, feeling at peace with the world, Draco drifted of into a
dreamless sleep.
Sometime later, around midnight, Madame
Pomfrey waked Draco.
"Draco, don't wake Harry, but you'll have
to get back into your own bed now."
"Please let me stay Madame Pomfrey, I just
want to with him, please?"
"Well, I guess I can let you just this once,
but mind you don't disturb him. Now I m going into Hogsmeade for the rest of
the night, so you'll be here alone with Harry. I m going to trust you to tell
anyone who comes where I' am and not to get into any mischief, Ok?"
"I promise," Draco said solemnly "On my
word as a Malfoy"
Madame Pomfrey then left Draco and Harry
alone, very tactfully. As soon as she left Draco, leaning on his elbow, gazed
down longingly at Harry's innocent, placid face. "Oh Harry" he said to himself
"How I have missed you!" Draco tenderly caressed Harry's cheek, then his chest.
The covers were tangled around Harry's narrow waist, leaving his naked chest
exposed. Draco explored all Harry's rippling chest muscles with a gentle curiosity.
"Having fun?" Draco jerked his face up to
meet Harry's amused green eyes.
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"Well hello children"
Hermione and Ron whirled around to find
Lucius Malfoy, Peter Pettigrew and lord Voldemort looming over them.
Hermione and Ron had followed Harry over to
the Malfoy Mansion, barely keeping up with him, as they owned much slower
brooms. They had been searching around in the dungeon for what felt like hours
now, and had decided to go back to Hogwarts when, they were found.
"Unfortunately, Harry and my son seemed to
have escaped, from unfortunate circumstances" He said giving a glare to
Pettigrew, cold fury laced through his voice "But upon finding you two here, I
m sure he will be visiting us again very soon" With this all three of them
smiled equally evil smiles.
"Expelliaramus" Pettigrew shouted, as
Hermione and Ron reached for their wands. The wands flew through the air,
Pettigrew catching them deftly and putting them in his pocket.
"Uh, Uh no wands children" He said, his eyes
glinting evilly. He then put an immobility spell on them, and moved Hermione
into the cell behind her, and Ron down to a large room at the end of the corridor,
shutting the doors behind them, then (knowing that they couldn't escape)
removed the immobility spell.
"Nicely done Pettigrew" said his Lord "No
sign of your usual incompetence at all"
Pettigrew preened under the praise, looking
so smug and self satisfied, that Hermione felt nauseous.
She also felt anger, fear and hatred. What
would they do to her? What would they do to Ron? Hermione had to fight the urge
to burst out in hysterical tears. She could see the three…. 'men' outside of
the cell they had put her in, hear them congratulating themselves on a job well
done.
"As a reward, you can have her Peter"
continued Voldemort.
"Oh thank you my lord!" Peter squealed in
delight, licking his thin lips and rubbing his hands together.
"Come now Lucius, show me how you love to
use your torture chamber." Voldemort said, making his way towards Ron's cell.
"Now that we are alone" said Pettigrew
"Lets have some fun" He opened the door and entered the cell. Hermione saw a
chance to escape and launched herself at him. Pettigrew however, was ready for
her and put the imperious curse on her. Hermione was totally helpless, a
prisoner of her own mind.
"Now" said a voice in her mind "Undress"
Hermione was powerless to refuse.
Over the next few hours, Pettigrew
compelled Hermione to commit such depraved sexual acts that after when she
looked back her body would shudder uncontrollably upon recollecting them.
For weeks after her imprisonment, Hermione
woke up screaming with the memory of Pettigrew's fat, pudgy, sweaty disgusting
hands roaming her body, closely followed by his fat, slug-like tongue, and the
vile taste of him filling her mouth.
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Ron was pacing around his cell inspecting
all the horrendous implements. The door opened, and Ron threw himself at it,
not waiting to see who would come in.
Bang! Ron was thrown against the far wall
by a sudden blast of power. He was then pulled up and dragged under a dangling
hook by Lucius Malfoy, and felt hard iron manacles tighten around his thin
wrists. The manacles were then attached to the dangling hook, and Ron was
pulled up until he was on his toes with his arms stretched up above his head.
Lucius stood in front of him, and then
ripped Ron's robes right down the center, yanking it off, so that Ron stood in
just his boxer shorts.
"What do you want?" He yelled. "What have
you done to Hermione?"
"Don't worry Weasley, I m sure Peter's
giving her quite a nice time" Lucius said maliciously.
"If you've hurt her in any way…"
"Now, now Weasley, I hardly think you are
in any position to threaten, and besides, you have other things to worry about"
Lucius continued, picking up a dull scalpel. "Did you know that flesh wounds
hurt more then deep puncture wounds? That's just a small piece of knowledge
that I will demonstrate on you. Let me also tell you that if you brace
yourself, it will hurt more. Now my lord, let me show you how well I've learned
the dark mark."
Ron could no longer see Lucius as he was
behind him. Ron felt a sharp pain on his back, and cried out in pain as the
dull blade cut deeper, sawing through his skin to the tender flesh beneath.
Blood started to trickle down his back as Lucius continued to cut raggedly
etching out the dark mark on Ron's back.
Lucius finished his art, and Ron tired
from the pain, hung limply from the hook, his arms aching as they were
stretched further. Then, fiery needles of pure agony were racing on his back as
Lucius poured a green salt dye into his wounds, staining it a poisonous shade.
"Did you enjoy that?" asked Lucius. "I do
try and be a gracious host and entertain my guests. But we are not finished
yet"
As Lucius started towards Ron with a new
torture device that he had to try out, Ron prayed for the first time in his
life for the pain to be over, and his wish granted Ron fainted from the loss of
blood.
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Hermione huddled up in a corner as she
heard Ron's agonized screams die down, and then heard the soft steps of Lucius
coming into her cell. Would this torture ever end she asked herself praying for
death, anything to make sure Lucius or anyone else would never touch her again.
"Lets have a little fun shall we?" said a
smug Lucius
And with that he took possession of her
body, Hermione lay unmoving under his body as time and time again his seed
filled her.
Well
there it is the sickest part of the fic well besides Harry and Draco, and let
me tell you I think that Ron and Hermione are suffering way too much as I kept
telling Miasmas but she enjoys giving Ron and Hermione pain, I know I know what
a freak! Everyone who thinks they are suffering too much tell me so I can show
miasmas that I m right anyhow please review and I know it was really long sorry
everyone but I had to fit it all in this part.
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