A/n: This chapter switches POV and scenes frequently.
Warnings: Slash and child abuse and other stuff.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
~In the Malfoy Manor~
Draco stared at the wall of the dungeon. His clothes hung in tatters, and there were bruises covering his body. His eyes were filled with pain and torment, yet there was also hope there. All he needed to escape was for his father to be distracted momentarily when he came in. That way he could grab the keys out of his pocket and break out in the night.
~Back at Hogwarts~
Madam Pomfrey gasped in horror when she saw the extent of Harry's injuries. Never in all her years as a nurse had she seen so many injuries on one person. Harry had several cracked ribs, a broken ankle, a slight concussion; extensive bruising over his whole body and the thing that horrified her most was the obvious signs of rape.
"Severus I'm going to need some potions. Something to help get his blood level back to normal. Dreamless sleep, anti- pain..." she trailed off while continuing to write what she would need on a piece of parchment.
Severus looked over the list and then looked at all the people gathered in the hospital wing. "Granger, Lupin, and Mrs. Weasley if you could follow me to the dungeons. The more people we have brewing the potions the sooner we can give them to Mr. Potter." All three nodded and left the hospital wing trailing behind Snape, all of them looking pale and worried.
~In the Dungeon~
"I need the 15 lacewings and 1 dram of gryphon blood. They are in my stores, Granger," stated Severus calmly. "The password is emeralds." Severus dismissed the girl, and started to order the other two around. "Molly, will you get the silver cauldron? Remus, get the bottles of dreamless sleep, anti-pain, and veristrum from that shelf," he continued. Molly walked over to the cabinet, and started to sort through it.
"Veristrum?" questioned Remus.
"For that damn muggle. They are going to have to question him," answered Severus, as he was chopping dandelion roots. "Get those potions to Harry already, what are you waiting for. MOVE, man," shouted Severus as he lost the strange calm feeling that had settled upon him.
-In the hospital wing-
Madam Pomfrey flicked her wand over Harry creating a type of transparent, bluish double of him to see the injuries in total. She then flicked her wrist again sending a green mist over Harry and it seeped into his body slowly and oozed out again as black.
" There, that removes the malice and any non-magical curses on him." Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain that had separated a rather worried group of people from a very lucky boy.
"He will be okay. However, some things cannot be healed. Judging by the depth and length of the cut to his throat I don't think he can talk at all, maybe make a few sounds but nothing else. I also don't know the extent of his emotional trauma. But judging from the things that were done to him I'll be surprised if he acts anything like he was before."
~Malfoy Manor~
Draco was sitting on the molding straw in his cell. His father was back from the meeting with Voldemort, and was in a bad mood. Things were going wrong for the death eaters, at the moment, and all of his father's anger was taken out on him. However, today it was different. He could hear his father clattering down the stairs to the dungeon, and he could tell from the unevenness of the footsteps that his father was drunk.
Lucius came in, staggering drunk, and holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand. In the other, he was holding a pair of thumbscrews. Draco stood up, his body screaming at him in agony. He refused to wait meekly for his father to abuse him any more, and decided to take steps. He stuck out his foot, and caused Lucius to trip. He grabbed the bottle of whisky from Lucius's hand, and brought it down sharply on his head. Lucius's eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell unconscious.
Draco then ran from the cell in the dungeon to his room in a tower. After gathering some of his possessions, he tossed some floo powder on the fire. Using the floo network, he landed in the Three Broomsticks. After catching his breath, he ran to the only place he had ever felt truly safe, Hogwarts.
- In the Hospital Wing-
Dumbledore looked up sharply from his chair next to Harry's bedside. He'd been there since Harry had arrived and had no intention of leaving.
"Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking at him curiously.
"It seems that someone has entered the school grounds and judging by the feel of the energy they send out they are quite distressed and tired."
"I'll go check who it is." McGonagall said, leaving the Hospital wing in a hurry.
-Back to Draco-
Draco walked as quickly as his injuries would allow. The sooner he got into the castle the safer he would feel and be. He could feel the wards surrounding the castle but the castle it self was still safer.
After what had seemed like forever he finally made it to the big doors that were the main entrance into the castle. Draco walked through, as they were a type of automatic door set because of the size and as he entered someone came from the staircase. With a final happy thought of being safe and that that person would find him, he collapsed to the ground in a bloody and thin heap.
~In the Great Hall~
Charlie and Bill were bored. Charlie had taken to banging his head on the table, and Bill was trying to count how many freckles Ron had on his arm. Their father had finally gotten tired of this and told them to go take a walk or something. They walked out into the entrance room when they noticed a body on the floor.
Bill took the situation in at once, and quickly checked the boy for back or neck injuries. As soon as he cast the charm and found out it was safe to move the boy, Minerva appeared. She stared at the boy for a moment before snapping, "What happened Mister Malfoy?" She quickly cast the awakening charm. " Go and tell Severus that his godson just appeared in a bloody heap in the entrance hall, and tell him to hurry up with those potions. Also, tell him we need a potion for a blood transfusion," she continued in an imperious manner.
Warnings: Slash and child abuse and other stuff.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
~In the Malfoy Manor~
Draco stared at the wall of the dungeon. His clothes hung in tatters, and there were bruises covering his body. His eyes were filled with pain and torment, yet there was also hope there. All he needed to escape was for his father to be distracted momentarily when he came in. That way he could grab the keys out of his pocket and break out in the night.
~Back at Hogwarts~
Madam Pomfrey gasped in horror when she saw the extent of Harry's injuries. Never in all her years as a nurse had she seen so many injuries on one person. Harry had several cracked ribs, a broken ankle, a slight concussion; extensive bruising over his whole body and the thing that horrified her most was the obvious signs of rape.
"Severus I'm going to need some potions. Something to help get his blood level back to normal. Dreamless sleep, anti- pain..." she trailed off while continuing to write what she would need on a piece of parchment.
Severus looked over the list and then looked at all the people gathered in the hospital wing. "Granger, Lupin, and Mrs. Weasley if you could follow me to the dungeons. The more people we have brewing the potions the sooner we can give them to Mr. Potter." All three nodded and left the hospital wing trailing behind Snape, all of them looking pale and worried.
~In the Dungeon~
"I need the 15 lacewings and 1 dram of gryphon blood. They are in my stores, Granger," stated Severus calmly. "The password is emeralds." Severus dismissed the girl, and started to order the other two around. "Molly, will you get the silver cauldron? Remus, get the bottles of dreamless sleep, anti-pain, and veristrum from that shelf," he continued. Molly walked over to the cabinet, and started to sort through it.
"Veristrum?" questioned Remus.
"For that damn muggle. They are going to have to question him," answered Severus, as he was chopping dandelion roots. "Get those potions to Harry already, what are you waiting for. MOVE, man," shouted Severus as he lost the strange calm feeling that had settled upon him.
-In the hospital wing-
Madam Pomfrey flicked her wand over Harry creating a type of transparent, bluish double of him to see the injuries in total. She then flicked her wrist again sending a green mist over Harry and it seeped into his body slowly and oozed out again as black.
" There, that removes the malice and any non-magical curses on him." Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain that had separated a rather worried group of people from a very lucky boy.
"He will be okay. However, some things cannot be healed. Judging by the depth and length of the cut to his throat I don't think he can talk at all, maybe make a few sounds but nothing else. I also don't know the extent of his emotional trauma. But judging from the things that were done to him I'll be surprised if he acts anything like he was before."
~Malfoy Manor~
Draco was sitting on the molding straw in his cell. His father was back from the meeting with Voldemort, and was in a bad mood. Things were going wrong for the death eaters, at the moment, and all of his father's anger was taken out on him. However, today it was different. He could hear his father clattering down the stairs to the dungeon, and he could tell from the unevenness of the footsteps that his father was drunk.
Lucius came in, staggering drunk, and holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand. In the other, he was holding a pair of thumbscrews. Draco stood up, his body screaming at him in agony. He refused to wait meekly for his father to abuse him any more, and decided to take steps. He stuck out his foot, and caused Lucius to trip. He grabbed the bottle of whisky from Lucius's hand, and brought it down sharply on his head. Lucius's eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell unconscious.
Draco then ran from the cell in the dungeon to his room in a tower. After gathering some of his possessions, he tossed some floo powder on the fire. Using the floo network, he landed in the Three Broomsticks. After catching his breath, he ran to the only place he had ever felt truly safe, Hogwarts.
- In the Hospital Wing-
Dumbledore looked up sharply from his chair next to Harry's bedside. He'd been there since Harry had arrived and had no intention of leaving.
"Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking at him curiously.
"It seems that someone has entered the school grounds and judging by the feel of the energy they send out they are quite distressed and tired."
"I'll go check who it is." McGonagall said, leaving the Hospital wing in a hurry.
-Back to Draco-
Draco walked as quickly as his injuries would allow. The sooner he got into the castle the safer he would feel and be. He could feel the wards surrounding the castle but the castle it self was still safer.
After what had seemed like forever he finally made it to the big doors that were the main entrance into the castle. Draco walked through, as they were a type of automatic door set because of the size and as he entered someone came from the staircase. With a final happy thought of being safe and that that person would find him, he collapsed to the ground in a bloody and thin heap.
~In the Great Hall~
Charlie and Bill were bored. Charlie had taken to banging his head on the table, and Bill was trying to count how many freckles Ron had on his arm. Their father had finally gotten tired of this and told them to go take a walk or something. They walked out into the entrance room when they noticed a body on the floor.
Bill took the situation in at once, and quickly checked the boy for back or neck injuries. As soon as he cast the charm and found out it was safe to move the boy, Minerva appeared. She stared at the boy for a moment before snapping, "What happened Mister Malfoy?" She quickly cast the awakening charm. " Go and tell Severus that his godson just appeared in a bloody heap in the entrance hall, and tell him to hurry up with those potions. Also, tell him we need a potion for a blood transfusion," she continued in an imperious manner.