Baby Psycho-
WARNING- This chapter includes insanity and it might not make total sense, if this is the case I apologise in advance.
Thanks for those who read the last chapter, hope you enjoy this one just as much.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything, I just warp it to my own twisted ideals.
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A Death In The Family-10
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The infirmary was deadly silent. Mr Malfoy was sitting at the end of Draco's bed, distractedly rubbing his son's foot. The tall potion's master was hidden in the corner of the room mentally cursing all Gryffindors in the most imaginative ways. Dumbledore had left the room a few minutes earlier taking McGonagall with him.
Harry was sitting in the opposite corner, secretly nervous of being in the same room as two of the three scariest adults he knew. There was silence for a few minutes until Harry worked up the courage to speak. " Umm ... Mr Malfoy, is Malf-Draco going to be alright?" Lucius turned and looked at him for a few awkward seconds before nodding.
The silence lasted until the headmaster and head of Gryffindor re-entered the room. Lucius looked at them before turning to Snape and ordering him outside. Once they had left the room and closed the door all Lucius's frustration's broke loose.
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Severus felt a sharp pain in his chest when Lucius shoved him up against the wall. It could be his ribs breaking as it buckled under pressure or it could be his lungs gasping desperately for air as he was winded. Either way the pain was enough to spur him into action.
He let himself droop completely motionless until he felt Lucius's muscles relax. Then he sprang into action bringing his head back before slamming it viciously against the top of Lucius's head.
Severus dropped to the ground as Lucius let go of him in order to feel the top of his head. Seeing the blood that came off on his fingers, he looked down at Severus who was gulping air back into his aching lungs.
"What the hell was that for, you deserved it more than I did, you let those repulsive children curse Draco. You're lucky Severus, if you had been McGonagall I would have broken those ribs instead of just winding you."
Severus still lacked the amount of air needed to make any comeback, sarcastic or not. Instead he took to glaring at Lucius from his place on the floor. Lucius saw the trouble his friend was having he reached out, helping him up to his feet.
Lucius checked his hair once more then gestured towards the closed door of the infirmary. "Come, the Old Man will be wondering if we have killed each other, we can't make life easy for him can we?" Lucius was right, as soon as they walked through the door three pairs of eyes guiltily looked away, before returning to their rightful place.
Dumbledore cleared his throat before speaking to the group, "I must inform you that Mr Weasley and Miss Granger have both been suspended, temporarily. They left for home a few minutes ago, we will discuss Draco's punishment once he wakes."
Harry looked outraged at the idea of Draco being punished and he opened his mouth to protest but closed it again once Lucius started speaking. "Ah yes, my son's punishment. Why exactly is he being punished? Is it for being out past curfew" he paused and continued when Dumbledore nodded " Mr Potter was also out past curfew, is he to be punished?"
It was a rhetorical question and once it was asked Lucius walked over to the unconscious form of Draco. Nothing had changed in his condition, no one could understand why he was in a coma.
Lucius and Severus had their suspicions. It was normal for a victim of a curse to fall into unconsciousness for a few minutes. In those few minutes their psyche was vulnerable to any type of attack. If the right type of attack was made on the victim it would result in the shattering of the mind, this was very painful and left the victim unconscious until the mind had been repaired.
If that was what had happened to Draco then it could take a few days for him to recover, and then, Lucius smiled feraly, then they would hunt down and kill whoever it was that dared to mess with the Malfoy.
Meanwhile there was work to be done and contracts to be signed. He took a seat next to his son and conjured up his portable work table, then turned to Dumbledore and said, " If you don't mind I need perfect silence to work." The hint was taken and Dumbledore and McGonagall walked out. Harry hesitated, seeing Lucius smile at him, before turning and following the headmaster out.
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Once he was sure they were alone Severus relaxed. He had served Dumbledore for many years, he had even put his life on the line for the man, but in no way did he trust him. Lucius didn't trust anyone unless he had blackmail material on them or he was their friend. Severus guessed that he could fall in both categories.
"Lucius what are we going to do with Draco?" Lucius answered him without looking up from the document he was going over. "We aren't going to do anything apart from wait." Severus froze at this, that was one response that he hadn't expected. He would have questioned anyone else, but with Lucius he had learned to accept the man's word.
If they really were going to wait for Draco to wait up then he wanted something to do. He remembered something with a smile, he still had the 6th year grading and reports left to do. Granger and Weasley were in this bunch. Eyes glittering maliciously he stood and quietly left the room.
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Was it darkness or was it light that trapped him in this private hell, or could it be both? Yes that was it, both had melded together in some sick mutation, leaving him alone and blind but unable to hide from the depths of his own mind.
Everything was silent in this place, even his screams. He knew he was screaming he could feel the vibrations when he placed his hand to his throat. That was one of the only places that he could put his hand. Everything else was dangerous. It looked like white, or was it black?
Anyway, it looked safe, it looked like he could walk around but he couldn't. Everything was broken like glass, and, like glass, the shards were sharp and cutting. They sometimes stayed still but other times they grew and pushed themselves out of the ground. Not that he could see them, no, that would be easy.
Instead he had to guess, guess where the deadly spikes would protrude from next. That was why he was huddled in a small ball now, it was safer. The rational part of his brain said that lying there, screaming in a little ball was safer than moving. Even if that little part was lying to him he didn't care, it was the only sound he had heard, really heard.
...Draco...
He shivered, at least his mind did, he wasn't sure about the body. Was that body him, was he curled up pathetically on the floor? Draco, the voice said Draco, what was a Draco? Could the Draco be him, could it be his name or was it this place, was hell a Draco?
...Father...
That word was familiar, that word was wine, wine and blood. There was something else lurking behind that word, something he desperately wanted to see. Before he could grasp the word and explore it there was a change. The ground was moving, no, it was he who was moving. Then there was pain and a scream, for a second that took his mind off the pain, but that little part told him that it was he who was screaming.
The pain was complete, it was surrounding him, wrapping him in its womb and then throwing him out just as quickly. The body on the floor, his body was speared on the spike. It went right through his chest, it raised him off the floor as it grew in size and then just as quickly it disappeared, leaving him alone and blind, still unable to hide.
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The room had been relatively quite for the last few hours, every now and then they had started a conversation or Severus had made a humorous comment on someone's work. The silence had been broken by the agonised shriek that had erupted from Draco's mouth. Lucius had jolted, spilling ink over a few hundred important ministry papers.
The shriek rose in pitch for over half a minute until it suddenly cut off in mid scream. Lucius had his wand in his hand, but there was nothing he could do. There was no visible sign of what was hurting Draco so much. In fact if he hadn't heard the scream with his own ears he would have said Draco was in a peaceful slumber.
Severus too had risen and was now checking over Draco's prone body. It hurt him that for all his potion expertise he could not even make a simple dreamless sleep potion to help Draco. He didn't know if he would be able to do what Lucius was doing without hating himself for it, then again he had always been the more morally bound of the two.
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Harry shivered, glad that the invisiblity cloak gave him a little more warmth, though no amount of warmth could wipe the sound of Draco's screams from his mind. Some irrational part of his mind reminded him that was twice in one night that he had heard those screams.
Though he didn't quite understand the mechanics of what was happening to his sometime enemy, Harry understood the consequences. The Draco that returned would not be the same as the one that he had last spoken too. Thinking back to 4th year and the beginning of 5th year, Harry wondered if anyone understood that he knew that all too well.
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A bit of angsty Harry at the end there, oh dear what's happening to me. Please review, next chapter should be up in a few days unless I get writers bock.
Thanks to Sad Disturbed Little Munc for adding me to her favourite authors list, also to the other three. You are all great!
WARNING- This chapter includes insanity and it might not make total sense, if this is the case I apologise in advance.
Thanks for those who read the last chapter, hope you enjoy this one just as much.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything, I just warp it to my own twisted ideals.
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A Death In The Family-10
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The infirmary was deadly silent. Mr Malfoy was sitting at the end of Draco's bed, distractedly rubbing his son's foot. The tall potion's master was hidden in the corner of the room mentally cursing all Gryffindors in the most imaginative ways. Dumbledore had left the room a few minutes earlier taking McGonagall with him.
Harry was sitting in the opposite corner, secretly nervous of being in the same room as two of the three scariest adults he knew. There was silence for a few minutes until Harry worked up the courage to speak. " Umm ... Mr Malfoy, is Malf-Draco going to be alright?" Lucius turned and looked at him for a few awkward seconds before nodding.
The silence lasted until the headmaster and head of Gryffindor re-entered the room. Lucius looked at them before turning to Snape and ordering him outside. Once they had left the room and closed the door all Lucius's frustration's broke loose.
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Severus felt a sharp pain in his chest when Lucius shoved him up against the wall. It could be his ribs breaking as it buckled under pressure or it could be his lungs gasping desperately for air as he was winded. Either way the pain was enough to spur him into action.
He let himself droop completely motionless until he felt Lucius's muscles relax. Then he sprang into action bringing his head back before slamming it viciously against the top of Lucius's head.
Severus dropped to the ground as Lucius let go of him in order to feel the top of his head. Seeing the blood that came off on his fingers, he looked down at Severus who was gulping air back into his aching lungs.
"What the hell was that for, you deserved it more than I did, you let those repulsive children curse Draco. You're lucky Severus, if you had been McGonagall I would have broken those ribs instead of just winding you."
Severus still lacked the amount of air needed to make any comeback, sarcastic or not. Instead he took to glaring at Lucius from his place on the floor. Lucius saw the trouble his friend was having he reached out, helping him up to his feet.
Lucius checked his hair once more then gestured towards the closed door of the infirmary. "Come, the Old Man will be wondering if we have killed each other, we can't make life easy for him can we?" Lucius was right, as soon as they walked through the door three pairs of eyes guiltily looked away, before returning to their rightful place.
Dumbledore cleared his throat before speaking to the group, "I must inform you that Mr Weasley and Miss Granger have both been suspended, temporarily. They left for home a few minutes ago, we will discuss Draco's punishment once he wakes."
Harry looked outraged at the idea of Draco being punished and he opened his mouth to protest but closed it again once Lucius started speaking. "Ah yes, my son's punishment. Why exactly is he being punished? Is it for being out past curfew" he paused and continued when Dumbledore nodded " Mr Potter was also out past curfew, is he to be punished?"
It was a rhetorical question and once it was asked Lucius walked over to the unconscious form of Draco. Nothing had changed in his condition, no one could understand why he was in a coma.
Lucius and Severus had their suspicions. It was normal for a victim of a curse to fall into unconsciousness for a few minutes. In those few minutes their psyche was vulnerable to any type of attack. If the right type of attack was made on the victim it would result in the shattering of the mind, this was very painful and left the victim unconscious until the mind had been repaired.
If that was what had happened to Draco then it could take a few days for him to recover, and then, Lucius smiled feraly, then they would hunt down and kill whoever it was that dared to mess with the Malfoy.
Meanwhile there was work to be done and contracts to be signed. He took a seat next to his son and conjured up his portable work table, then turned to Dumbledore and said, " If you don't mind I need perfect silence to work." The hint was taken and Dumbledore and McGonagall walked out. Harry hesitated, seeing Lucius smile at him, before turning and following the headmaster out.
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Once he was sure they were alone Severus relaxed. He had served Dumbledore for many years, he had even put his life on the line for the man, but in no way did he trust him. Lucius didn't trust anyone unless he had blackmail material on them or he was their friend. Severus guessed that he could fall in both categories.
"Lucius what are we going to do with Draco?" Lucius answered him without looking up from the document he was going over. "We aren't going to do anything apart from wait." Severus froze at this, that was one response that he hadn't expected. He would have questioned anyone else, but with Lucius he had learned to accept the man's word.
If they really were going to wait for Draco to wait up then he wanted something to do. He remembered something with a smile, he still had the 6th year grading and reports left to do. Granger and Weasley were in this bunch. Eyes glittering maliciously he stood and quietly left the room.
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Was it darkness or was it light that trapped him in this private hell, or could it be both? Yes that was it, both had melded together in some sick mutation, leaving him alone and blind but unable to hide from the depths of his own mind.
Everything was silent in this place, even his screams. He knew he was screaming he could feel the vibrations when he placed his hand to his throat. That was one of the only places that he could put his hand. Everything else was dangerous. It looked like white, or was it black?
Anyway, it looked safe, it looked like he could walk around but he couldn't. Everything was broken like glass, and, like glass, the shards were sharp and cutting. They sometimes stayed still but other times they grew and pushed themselves out of the ground. Not that he could see them, no, that would be easy.
Instead he had to guess, guess where the deadly spikes would protrude from next. That was why he was huddled in a small ball now, it was safer. The rational part of his brain said that lying there, screaming in a little ball was safer than moving. Even if that little part was lying to him he didn't care, it was the only sound he had heard, really heard.
...Draco...
He shivered, at least his mind did, he wasn't sure about the body. Was that body him, was he curled up pathetically on the floor? Draco, the voice said Draco, what was a Draco? Could the Draco be him, could it be his name or was it this place, was hell a Draco?
...Father...
That word was familiar, that word was wine, wine and blood. There was something else lurking behind that word, something he desperately wanted to see. Before he could grasp the word and explore it there was a change. The ground was moving, no, it was he who was moving. Then there was pain and a scream, for a second that took his mind off the pain, but that little part told him that it was he who was screaming.
The pain was complete, it was surrounding him, wrapping him in its womb and then throwing him out just as quickly. The body on the floor, his body was speared on the spike. It went right through his chest, it raised him off the floor as it grew in size and then just as quickly it disappeared, leaving him alone and blind, still unable to hide.
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The room had been relatively quite for the last few hours, every now and then they had started a conversation or Severus had made a humorous comment on someone's work. The silence had been broken by the agonised shriek that had erupted from Draco's mouth. Lucius had jolted, spilling ink over a few hundred important ministry papers.
The shriek rose in pitch for over half a minute until it suddenly cut off in mid scream. Lucius had his wand in his hand, but there was nothing he could do. There was no visible sign of what was hurting Draco so much. In fact if he hadn't heard the scream with his own ears he would have said Draco was in a peaceful slumber.
Severus too had risen and was now checking over Draco's prone body. It hurt him that for all his potion expertise he could not even make a simple dreamless sleep potion to help Draco. He didn't know if he would be able to do what Lucius was doing without hating himself for it, then again he had always been the more morally bound of the two.
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Harry shivered, glad that the invisiblity cloak gave him a little more warmth, though no amount of warmth could wipe the sound of Draco's screams from his mind. Some irrational part of his mind reminded him that was twice in one night that he had heard those screams.
Though he didn't quite understand the mechanics of what was happening to his sometime enemy, Harry understood the consequences. The Draco that returned would not be the same as the one that he had last spoken too. Thinking back to 4th year and the beginning of 5th year, Harry wondered if anyone understood that he knew that all too well.
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A bit of angsty Harry at the end there, oh dear what's happening to me. Please review, next chapter should be up in a few days unless I get writers bock.
Thanks to Sad Disturbed Little Munc for adding me to her favourite authors list, also to the other three. You are all great!