Title: Bad Faith
Author name: badfaith
Chapter: 1/?
Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com
Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net
Category: Angst
Sub Category: Drama
Rating: R
Summary: Draco Malfoy learned a few things he didn't want to know, and as a result he is plunged into a war. Will Harry James Potter be able to save him before it's too late? Or will Harry learn things that might condemn Draco to death?
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!
Warning: This story contains slash, which is a boy-boy relationship. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime.
Chapter One
Footfalls On The Stone Stairs
The boy was sixteen, almost a man, yet still hanging on to the refuge of angelic innocence left by childhood. He was all filth and black dirt now, but his porcelain white skin, and his fair hair, whispered silver by some, unnatural they called it, still shone out from the grime he was covered in. The filth covering him consisted of several elements -- mud dirt, dust, blood, and a number of other foul wastes. Instead of whimpering, crying or calling out for help, he just sat there, hugging his knees for support, with his head buried in them. His fine blond hair splayed across his arms, and over his forehead.
Far off in the distance the echo of a door slamming shut pricked up the boys' ears. Momentarily curious, he lifted his head from his knees, revealing a face not even recognizable by the unwashed boy. Too tired to stand up, and too broken to care anymore, he let his head loll back into its' previous position. After a few moments loud footfalls could be heard coming swiftly down a staircase to the hallway where the cell presided. In seconds, a tall figure plunged the cell into complete darkness, blocking off the meager supply of filtered yellow light from the hallway outside.
"Get up, boy. Stop sniveling. We have important guests coming. I expect you to be presentable and down in my study by seven o'clock sharp. If you aren't, expect another beating, Draco." A cold, low voice reported to the hunched figure.
"Yes, father." A soft whisper came.
"Good. Bernard is waiting." At that final note, Lucius Malfoy turned with a swish of robes and silken fabric, disappearing down the hall. Listening until all sound was gone except his soft breathing, Draco sighed and got up slowly, grimacing slightly in pain. Other than that slight grimace, which turned into the cold sneer he was famous for, his face remained impassive and devoid of any feeling.
"Damn you to hell." Draco muttered to himself as he slowly left the rat-infested cell and made his way up the old unused stone stairs into another day of torture.