HI people, :D This is the first fic I have posted to this wonderful site. I
have been an avid reader for many months now, and have written a few fics,
but I have finally got round to actually getting one of mine up here.
I started writing it when on holiday in a pad of paper, and I have never been good at writing stories by hand. So if it sucks please don't have a go at me. However it you like it, please review and let me know, as it will almost definitely inspire me to write more.
Now IM not sure how to make this in to a H/D fic, but I have decided to put it in this section because I know the majority of people that read HP fics go straight to the slash section. lol. But don't worry I will try my hardest to turn it into a slash fic for you lovely people.
Have fun.
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"Get up boy!" Draco felt the sudden rush of cold night air on his naked skin as the covers were pulled harshly from his body as he slept lightly in his four- poster.
"W-what?" He stammered as he felt four strong arms wrench him from his bed to his feet. It took his eyes a while to adjust to the dim light and what he saw both shocked and frightened him.
A crowd of no less then twelve Deatheaters were gathered around him all wearing full costume, Draco had no idea who was behind the masks or why they were in his room. A length of rope was drawn from one of the closer Deatheater's robes as the two holding Draco raised his arms infront of him still holding tightly. He was too shocked to fight as he watched the Deatheater with the rope place it over his hands.
It was wrapped three times over his small, delicate wrists, tied in a knot then snapped tight. He yelped and attempted to pull his arms away but failed as another knot was added to the tight bind. He was allowed to lower his arms but they were still held by the hands of the two strong Deatheaters either side of him.
"What are you doing?" He whispered hoarsely as he saw another Deatheater reach into his robes and heard a rattling sound as a thick metal bar in the middle of two chains was produced.
"What is that?" he asked, but got no reply as the Deatheater moved forward, the strange metal contraption still in his hand. Draco realised what it was only second before the metal bar was being shoved into his mouth.
He shook his head fiercely as the Deatheater pulled the chains tightly behind Draco's head and fastened it with a sturdy padlock so it was impossible to remove it without a key. Automatically Draco moved his tongue behind the gag to try and push it out but it was no use, the cold metal bar was right near the back of his jaw and was locked too tightly.
Now he was really panicking, what was going on? Why were they doing this? Where was his father? He struggled and the Deatheater nearest him grabbed his hair tightly in his fist and forced his head up.
"That's enough McNeir!" Came a voice further back in the crowd. Draco recognised that voice.
Lucius Malfoy pulled off his mask as he stepped forward. "Let go of my son."
McNeir did as he was told and Draco looked at his father with wide-eyed relief.
"Thazthy" Was Draco's gagged attempt at the word 'daddy' as his father slowly approached with sad eyes. He said nothing as he raised a cloth sack and put it over Draco's head.
The bound boy screamed and struggled violently as he realised his father was not going to help him. He received a sharp stinging slap across his backside and his struggles ceased. Lucius couldn't bare to listen to the muffled sobs coming from under the sack and he left the room with tears in his eyes.
"The master shall I only serve. To honour and obey his every word. To keep the faith, uphold the name. Masters bliss my only aim. I hold his mark upon my skin; his evil seed doth flow within. And if he asks it shall be done, all evil to put out the sun. Evil is how we chose to step, its in our length, our width, our depth. He is our first and only thought, We live to serve Lord Voldemort."
Lucius had ripped out a chunk of his sleek blonde hair out in his hands and thrown his mask down the marble stairs and watched it shatter as he had left the room. He was now chanting the Deatheaters oath of allegiance over and over and over again. But no matter how much he chanted he couldn't feel right about what he was taking part in. His son, his only son. How could he have agreed to this?
"To honour and obey his every word." He repeated loudly as he started the chant again, banging his fist against the wall so hard that a painting fell and smashed as it hit the floor. "And if he asks it shall be done." He shouted desperately trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. But this was wrong, he knew it, but he couldn't stop it, a voice in his head kept repeating his own words.
::"It is a fait trial this way, and everyone is agreed."::
He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he heard the door being opened and the sound of people coming out. Heartbreaking sobs filled his ears again, as Draco was lead out and down the stairs to the front door. Another length of rope had been tied round his upper arms to prevent him from removing the sack from his head.
"Wait!" Lucius shouted and ran back into his son's empty room, when he emerged again he held a long green velvet blanket in his hands, he pushed past a few Deatheaters aside as he made his way down the stairs.
Avery and McNeir sneered at him as he put the blanket over Draco's shoulders
"Don't be soft on the boy Lucius." Said Crabbe senior. Lucius shot him a warning look.
"He's my son." He spat and turned back to make sure Draco was covered before leading him outside to a waiting carriage. The snow was cold on Draco's bare feet and he began to cry as he walked in it. It must have been up to his ankles and it was biting at his flesh like lots of little razor sharp teeth
Every whimper Lucius heard was like a knife in his heart. He bent down and put his arms behind Draco's legs and back and lifted him, carrying him the rest of the distance. Once inside the warmth of the carriage Lucius sat down with Draco still bundled in his lap, wrapped in his arms protectively. Draco struggled and Lucius stomach lurched. "Shhh." He said soothingly as he nuzzled Draco's temple through the sack and rocked him gently back and fourth.
"Thazthy." Draco repeated, followed by the sound of grinding and clicking as Draco was once again trying to push the metal out from between his teeth. Lucius couldn't help it and a tear fell from his steely grey eye. What he wouldn't give to let Draco go, but he couldn't change what he had said, nothing could and he hated himself for speaking so hastily.
It was a while before the rest of the Deatheaters entered the carriage; McNeir first followed by Avery, Nott and then the rest.
"Put him down man." Avery said hautily when he saw the bundle in Lucius's arms. Lucius didn't answer. He shot his fellow Deatheater an evil stare but didn't reply.
Draco suddenly let out a muffled cry as if something had startled him. A line of drool had dribbled out of his mouth and trickled down his chin. Not being able to close his mouth meant he couldn't swallow. The drool dripped off his chin and onto the blanket he was wrapped in, causing a roar of laughter from the men around him. He sobbed and huddled in to a smaller ball and moved closer to his father's chest.
All Lucius could do was hold him and rock him, he wished he could do more but he couldn't and it hurt him more than anything ever had before.
The whole journey was painful, Draco couldn't help drooling but every time he did there was a round of laughter and all Lucius could do was tell him he was there and hold him close. He could feel the ropes round his son's arms and the only stopping him from screaming was knowing that it would do Draco no good.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity for the two Malfoys, the carriage began to slow.
"Come along Lucius" Said McNeir icily as if he had lost some respect for him. Lucius kissed his son's forehead through the sack and stood up with him still in his arms making sure his body was covered before stepping out into the cold air. Draco's chin was now soaked with his own spittle and so was the patch of cloth over his mouth.
Even wrapped in the thick velvet blankets, Draco could feel the stinging cold of the winters air on his body as his father carried him across the courtyard to an old church.
He struggled again and Lucius nearly dropped him but managed to keep hold and continued walking across the snow covered yard, his eyes threatened to freeze over from the tears welling in them. Draco wasn't trying to hold back his tears; he was sobbing loudly and moaning strangled words, pleading for his release. Although his words were not audible Lucius understood what he was trying to say and it made him feel sick.
He was soon entering the main doors and walking down a long hall with the other eleven Deatheaters beside him. "Pull yourself together." Whispered Crabbe senior venomously in Lucius's ear as the neared a large oak door but Lucius didn't appear to have heard, he was too busy watching the writhing bundle in his arms.
So small, so helpless, so delicate. He doesn't deserve this.
It was at this point that the urge to run had been the strongest for Lucius. Once the doors had opened there would be no turning back. He began to chant again.
"The master shall I only serve, to honour and obey his every word."
At hearing his father's chants, Draco began to struggle with a renewed fervour, twisting his torso and kicking his legs wildly, Lucius had to almost dig his nails into his son to prevent him from falling. The rest of the Deatheaters chuckled as the large oak doors slowly began to open.
Draco arched his back and thrashed furiously as his father began to walk again. He had thrown the blankets askew and his right leg was now exposed and Lucius could see the goose pimples on his sons pale skin.
More strangled cries and pleas, again followed by the familiar clicking of teeth on metal as Draco twisted his body fiercely in his fathers arms.
"Please Draco, be still, please." Lucius whispered softly, and surprisingly Draco obeyed, he stopped thrashing and instantly became less tense as he snuggled closer to his dad. Lucius let another tear fall from his eye and listened to Draco's sobs coming from under the now damp sack.
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There ya go, this is my first chapter, the next one will be here shortly. I just need to copy it from my notebook onto the computer.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Love Kye. *wink wink*
I started writing it when on holiday in a pad of paper, and I have never been good at writing stories by hand. So if it sucks please don't have a go at me. However it you like it, please review and let me know, as it will almost definitely inspire me to write more.
Now IM not sure how to make this in to a H/D fic, but I have decided to put it in this section because I know the majority of people that read HP fics go straight to the slash section. lol. But don't worry I will try my hardest to turn it into a slash fic for you lovely people.
Have fun.
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"Get up boy!" Draco felt the sudden rush of cold night air on his naked skin as the covers were pulled harshly from his body as he slept lightly in his four- poster.
"W-what?" He stammered as he felt four strong arms wrench him from his bed to his feet. It took his eyes a while to adjust to the dim light and what he saw both shocked and frightened him.
A crowd of no less then twelve Deatheaters were gathered around him all wearing full costume, Draco had no idea who was behind the masks or why they were in his room. A length of rope was drawn from one of the closer Deatheater's robes as the two holding Draco raised his arms infront of him still holding tightly. He was too shocked to fight as he watched the Deatheater with the rope place it over his hands.
It was wrapped three times over his small, delicate wrists, tied in a knot then snapped tight. He yelped and attempted to pull his arms away but failed as another knot was added to the tight bind. He was allowed to lower his arms but they were still held by the hands of the two strong Deatheaters either side of him.
"What are you doing?" He whispered hoarsely as he saw another Deatheater reach into his robes and heard a rattling sound as a thick metal bar in the middle of two chains was produced.
"What is that?" he asked, but got no reply as the Deatheater moved forward, the strange metal contraption still in his hand. Draco realised what it was only second before the metal bar was being shoved into his mouth.
He shook his head fiercely as the Deatheater pulled the chains tightly behind Draco's head and fastened it with a sturdy padlock so it was impossible to remove it without a key. Automatically Draco moved his tongue behind the gag to try and push it out but it was no use, the cold metal bar was right near the back of his jaw and was locked too tightly.
Now he was really panicking, what was going on? Why were they doing this? Where was his father? He struggled and the Deatheater nearest him grabbed his hair tightly in his fist and forced his head up.
"That's enough McNeir!" Came a voice further back in the crowd. Draco recognised that voice.
Lucius Malfoy pulled off his mask as he stepped forward. "Let go of my son."
McNeir did as he was told and Draco looked at his father with wide-eyed relief.
"Thazthy" Was Draco's gagged attempt at the word 'daddy' as his father slowly approached with sad eyes. He said nothing as he raised a cloth sack and put it over Draco's head.
The bound boy screamed and struggled violently as he realised his father was not going to help him. He received a sharp stinging slap across his backside and his struggles ceased. Lucius couldn't bare to listen to the muffled sobs coming from under the sack and he left the room with tears in his eyes.
"The master shall I only serve. To honour and obey his every word. To keep the faith, uphold the name. Masters bliss my only aim. I hold his mark upon my skin; his evil seed doth flow within. And if he asks it shall be done, all evil to put out the sun. Evil is how we chose to step, its in our length, our width, our depth. He is our first and only thought, We live to serve Lord Voldemort."
Lucius had ripped out a chunk of his sleek blonde hair out in his hands and thrown his mask down the marble stairs and watched it shatter as he had left the room. He was now chanting the Deatheaters oath of allegiance over and over and over again. But no matter how much he chanted he couldn't feel right about what he was taking part in. His son, his only son. How could he have agreed to this?
"To honour and obey his every word." He repeated loudly as he started the chant again, banging his fist against the wall so hard that a painting fell and smashed as it hit the floor. "And if he asks it shall be done." He shouted desperately trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. But this was wrong, he knew it, but he couldn't stop it, a voice in his head kept repeating his own words.
::"It is a fait trial this way, and everyone is agreed."::
He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he heard the door being opened and the sound of people coming out. Heartbreaking sobs filled his ears again, as Draco was lead out and down the stairs to the front door. Another length of rope had been tied round his upper arms to prevent him from removing the sack from his head.
"Wait!" Lucius shouted and ran back into his son's empty room, when he emerged again he held a long green velvet blanket in his hands, he pushed past a few Deatheaters aside as he made his way down the stairs.
Avery and McNeir sneered at him as he put the blanket over Draco's shoulders
"Don't be soft on the boy Lucius." Said Crabbe senior. Lucius shot him a warning look.
"He's my son." He spat and turned back to make sure Draco was covered before leading him outside to a waiting carriage. The snow was cold on Draco's bare feet and he began to cry as he walked in it. It must have been up to his ankles and it was biting at his flesh like lots of little razor sharp teeth
Every whimper Lucius heard was like a knife in his heart. He bent down and put his arms behind Draco's legs and back and lifted him, carrying him the rest of the distance. Once inside the warmth of the carriage Lucius sat down with Draco still bundled in his lap, wrapped in his arms protectively. Draco struggled and Lucius stomach lurched. "Shhh." He said soothingly as he nuzzled Draco's temple through the sack and rocked him gently back and fourth.
"Thazthy." Draco repeated, followed by the sound of grinding and clicking as Draco was once again trying to push the metal out from between his teeth. Lucius couldn't help it and a tear fell from his steely grey eye. What he wouldn't give to let Draco go, but he couldn't change what he had said, nothing could and he hated himself for speaking so hastily.
It was a while before the rest of the Deatheaters entered the carriage; McNeir first followed by Avery, Nott and then the rest.
"Put him down man." Avery said hautily when he saw the bundle in Lucius's arms. Lucius didn't answer. He shot his fellow Deatheater an evil stare but didn't reply.
Draco suddenly let out a muffled cry as if something had startled him. A line of drool had dribbled out of his mouth and trickled down his chin. Not being able to close his mouth meant he couldn't swallow. The drool dripped off his chin and onto the blanket he was wrapped in, causing a roar of laughter from the men around him. He sobbed and huddled in to a smaller ball and moved closer to his father's chest.
All Lucius could do was hold him and rock him, he wished he could do more but he couldn't and it hurt him more than anything ever had before.
The whole journey was painful, Draco couldn't help drooling but every time he did there was a round of laughter and all Lucius could do was tell him he was there and hold him close. He could feel the ropes round his son's arms and the only stopping him from screaming was knowing that it would do Draco no good.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity for the two Malfoys, the carriage began to slow.
"Come along Lucius" Said McNeir icily as if he had lost some respect for him. Lucius kissed his son's forehead through the sack and stood up with him still in his arms making sure his body was covered before stepping out into the cold air. Draco's chin was now soaked with his own spittle and so was the patch of cloth over his mouth.
Even wrapped in the thick velvet blankets, Draco could feel the stinging cold of the winters air on his body as his father carried him across the courtyard to an old church.
He struggled again and Lucius nearly dropped him but managed to keep hold and continued walking across the snow covered yard, his eyes threatened to freeze over from the tears welling in them. Draco wasn't trying to hold back his tears; he was sobbing loudly and moaning strangled words, pleading for his release. Although his words were not audible Lucius understood what he was trying to say and it made him feel sick.
He was soon entering the main doors and walking down a long hall with the other eleven Deatheaters beside him. "Pull yourself together." Whispered Crabbe senior venomously in Lucius's ear as the neared a large oak door but Lucius didn't appear to have heard, he was too busy watching the writhing bundle in his arms.
So small, so helpless, so delicate. He doesn't deserve this.
It was at this point that the urge to run had been the strongest for Lucius. Once the doors had opened there would be no turning back. He began to chant again.
"The master shall I only serve, to honour and obey his every word."
At hearing his father's chants, Draco began to struggle with a renewed fervour, twisting his torso and kicking his legs wildly, Lucius had to almost dig his nails into his son to prevent him from falling. The rest of the Deatheaters chuckled as the large oak doors slowly began to open.
Draco arched his back and thrashed furiously as his father began to walk again. He had thrown the blankets askew and his right leg was now exposed and Lucius could see the goose pimples on his sons pale skin.
More strangled cries and pleas, again followed by the familiar clicking of teeth on metal as Draco twisted his body fiercely in his fathers arms.
"Please Draco, be still, please." Lucius whispered softly, and surprisingly Draco obeyed, he stopped thrashing and instantly became less tense as he snuggled closer to his dad. Lucius let another tear fall from his eye and listened to Draco's sobs coming from under the now damp sack.
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There ya go, this is my first chapter, the next one will be here shortly. I just need to copy it from my notebook onto the computer.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Love Kye. *wink wink*