Chapter 12: Blood and Suicide
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Not no way. Not no how!
Thanks: kathryn Lenai Riddle dunkmoonX i-luff-life Pookie rattyrowe Sindy HermionesTwin (2x)
WARNING: This chapter is VERY dark, and not intended for those who can't handle violence or graphic images. Trust me I had a hell of a time writing it. I will give you a fair warning before those certain scenes.
Draco could not sleep a wink that night. The moonlight poured into his room, and the night sky looked extremely eerie. Draco sighed and wondered where Hermione could be. He had a series of horrible images flash through his mind: Hermione being raped. Hermione being tortured in a cold dungeon. Hermione lying in Knockturn Alley dead as the black crows picked at her bones.
"Lucius....."Draco muttered hatefully, "You monster! What did you do with her? I hate you."
Draco turned over and tried his hardest to sleep, but every time he shut his eyes, a new ghastly image would appear in his mind. Draco felt his mouth go dry, and the room seemed to close in on him. "Hermione," he whispered, "I am very sorry that this happened."
Then Draco heard footsteps in the hall outside his room. Draco scowled. It had to be at least midnight. Who was still awake? Draco shrugged and was about to turn over again, but then he heard something else with the footsteps. A faint sobbing that seemed to be coming from the very soul.
Draco felt his heart pound and a cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, "Something awful happened! I know it!"
Draco reluctantly got up from his bed, and walked nervously over to the door. He listened carefully to the person sobbing. It didn't take him to long to realize that it was Desdemona sobbing. Draco lost his previous dread and smirked smugly to himself as he thought **She deserves it! She let Lucius take Hermione away from me.**
Desdemona's sobs grew fainter as she continued to walk away from the door and down the hall. Draco snickered, and opened the door. He was just so furious with Desdemona right now. There would be nothing in the world that would give him more pleasure then to watch her suffer. It would be quite amusing.
Draco was very quiet as he followed Desdemona through the dark hallways. The moonlight poured inside from the huge window. Draco gulped. The house seemed emptier then usual. It was almost as though he and Desdemona were the only people in the manor....and some one else. **Is there someone watching me?** Draco thought frantically. Draco remembered it was the same feeling that he had when he heard the cold voice a few nights ago.
Desdemona reached the entrance hall, and slowly went outside into the dark night. She continued to sob quietly, and she whispered sadly, "It is almost over. Not too further now."
It was here that Draco hesitated. "Why in the name of Merlin is she going outside in the middle of the night?" Draco muttered to himself, "Something is up, and I am going to find out what it is."
Draco took a deep breath, and slowly followed Desdemona into the black night. If only he knew what was to come.
~*VIOLENCE WARNING!!!!!! If you REALLY don't want to see this violent scene, then I would suggest just skipping ahead to the scene after. I don't want any flames for how violent/dark I can be. You've been warned*~
A frigid cold breeze blew by, chilling Draco to the bone. He clutched his robes tightly around him so he wouldn't freeze. Desdemona was still sobbing, but yet, she seemed to be very determined. Draco immediately noticed that she was walking toward her parents' graves. Draco made sure he stayed a few feet away from Desdemona so she wouldn't catch him. He was too eaten up by curiosity to be caught now. When she reached the graves, Draco hid behind the rose bushes.
Desdemona came to a halt and she stared directly at her parents' tombstones, her green eyes shining bright with her tears. She bit her lip, and let the tears run idly down her face, "I am very sorry. But this must be done for all of our sakes. I have done a terrible thing, and I deserve this."
Draco watched in horror as Desdemona removed a silver dagger from her robes. Her green eyes glittered as she said in a shaky voice, "I still love you, Nilam. Farewell. I am better off dead then living like this."
Desdemona raised the dagger to her throat and slowly silt it. Draco cried out in horror as Desdemona gasped out once. He watched as the chrisom blood poured from the slit on the graves like a waterfall. Desdemona slumped to the ground, and let the dagger fall, and a loud single clang echoed into the darkness.
Draco ran out from the bushes and over to Desdemona. He lifted up her slump figure and felt sick. Her eyes were still slightly open and they stared back at him. She was dead, there was not denying it. Draco looked at her lifeless face, and he whimpered, "What was it with Nilam? What made you kill yourself? Oh...I should have did something!"
Draco shook his head and lowered Desdemona to the cold ground. He was feeling frantic, "I have GOT to find my mother or someone! They have to know!"
"We don't think you are going anywhere, Malfoy!"
Draco felt his insides go cold. He recognized that voice in a second. "Macnair!"
Before Draco has a chance to react, he felt several hands roughly grab him. Draco struggled to get out of their grasp, but it was too late and there was nothing he could do. He had left his wand in his room. And Desdemona was dead. She would be of no use. Draco looked around in the darkness. They were all here. The Death Eaters. Peter Pettigrew. Bellatrix Lestrange. Rodolphus Lestrange. Walden Macnair. Evan Rosier. Avery. And of course, Lucius Malfoy.
Draco screamed and cried, "Get your filthy hands off of me! HELP!"
Rosier snarled, "There is no one here to help you. The Aurors. They are gone, Draco. All gone."
Draco panicked, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH MY FRIENDS! LET ME GO! WHERE ARE THEY?!?!?"
"Isn't this cute?" Macnair snapped, his voice full of bitter sarcasm, "You think that I should just let my daughter's murderer run on the loose. Well, I think not."
"What should we do with this vermin?" Bellatrix laughed coldly, "Shall we kill him slowly?"
Macnair snickered, and without warning he viciously shoved Draco's head into the hard gravestone. Draco screamed and clutched his head in agony, and felt the warm blood on his hands. Draco tried to stand up and fight back, but stumbled. Everything was a huge blur. All he could hear was the Death Eaters harsh, cruel laughter. "Look at you?" Pettigrew snarled, "This is pathetic! Why don't you stand up and fight!"
Draco looked up helplessly and realized there were several more Death Eaters on all sides of him. There was no escaping. Bellatrix grinned evilly, "Let me have a go at the spoilt brat! CRUCIO!"
Draco screamed as white-hot pain filled his body. Death was surely better then this pain. "STOP! PLEASE!" Draco cried in agony as the Death Eaters laughed in amusement. The pain grew greater and greater, until it was almost unbearable. "STOP!" Draco begged.
Bellatrix smirked, "Gosh, you can't even handle that."
Draco gasped for breath as he felt the blood from the gash on his forehead trickle slowly done his face. "Nothing pleases me more then seeing the sight of dark blood on such pale skin." Said Rosier, "It reminds me so much of when I used to torture muggle children."
Draco saw Macnair advancing with a piece of dark rope. "Please," Draco whimpered in pain as he weakly tried to back away, "Don't."
But it was too late. Macnair already had Draco's hands tied behind his back. Draco felt the rough rope scratch against his wrists severely, and it was tied so tight it that it was cutting off Draco's circulation. Draco lowered his head to the ground, but Macnair immediately reached forward, and pulled Draco's hair harshly so that he would be facing the Death Eater in the eye, and catching every word that he said. "I am going to make you pay, Malfoy," he roared, "I am going to make you regret the day you were ever born."
Macnair smirked in delight at the pain on Draco's face. "Fucking pretty boy!" he jeered as he violently slapped Draco across the face. Draco fell to the ground again, and his face hit the cobblestone path. The huge gash was now mixed with dirt and blood. Draco couldn't help it. The torture was too much. His eyes filled with tears. This was a mistake. It seemed to encourage the Death Eaters. "Draco, is SO sweet looking when he cries," Avery laughed, "What a nice victory to achieve on our quest, eh Lucius?"
Trembling, Draco lifted himself up from the ground, and gazed his father. To his surprise, Lucius wasn't joining in with the torturing and jeering that was going on. He looked at Draco for a second, and then turned away. "F-F-Father?" Draco croaked out, but Macnair was too quick. He kicked Draco brutally in the stomach causing him to lose his breath, "Shut up! Did I tell you to speak, worthless bastard!
Lucius still didn't turn around. It was as if he was in his own world, and was completely oblivious to what was going on. Draco tried to cry out once more, but instead he coughed many times, spitting up blood. "Hey! What's this?" Pettigrew chuckled full of malevolence, "That whore Desdemona killed herself. Of course it is no surprise to me, now is it?"
The Death Eaters laughed as though the fact that Desdemona killed herself was an extremely funny joke. "I know..." Lucius muttered, still not looking at Draco, "I know she did."
Bellatrix grinned broadly, and walked over to where Desdemona's body lay. She kicked Desdemona's corpse and chuckled as she found the dagger. "Isn't this a sweet dagger? Covered in the bitch's blood. Good thing she's dead now."
"Hand it here!" Macnair demanded, "NOW!"
Bellatrix handed it over, and Macnair looked even more formidable then ever before. His dark eyes glittered malevolently as he slashed Draco's robes with the dagger, revealing his bare chest. Draco gulped. He had never felt so vulnerable. "Ready to get what you deserve, you unpleasant child!"
Draco winced and cried in pain as Macnair cut the dagger into his bare skin. He first made a deep six inch cut shaped in a "K" "That is for 'Killer.'" Macnair jeered as Draco whimpered out in anguish.
Macnair continued to laugh like a manic as he cut roughly into Draco's pale flesh causing the young man to scream, plead and beg. Macnair ignored Draco's cries and laughed "Oh yes! I have wanted this for such a long time."
Draco shut his eyes in an effort to numb the pain, as Macnair slashed away. Draco bawled loudly as Macnair cut deeper and deeper into his chest while other Death Eaters were scorning Draco. "Open your eyes." Macnair mocked in a sugary sweet voice, "Look at you."
Draco looked down and saw blood, blood, and more blood. There was now another cut, bigger then the last. An eight-inch cut on his chest that was bleeding severely that was in the shape of an "M" "It stands for "Mudblood Lover." Macnair snarled as he kicked Draco in the stomach and to the cold ground yet again. "CRUCIO!"
By now Draco was in so much pain, he could hardly sense what was going on around him. All the Death Eaters were jeering and laughing and enjoying themselves as though they had been invited to a party. Several of the Death Eaters walked closer to surround Draco. They began to cast more curses or physically hurt him. Rosier began to use the dagger to make more cuts on Draco's skin as Macnair continued to cast more torturing spells on the helpless teenager. Avery was chuckling and he grabbed Lucius's arm, "Isn't this great?"
Lucius ignored Avery, and gave Draco one final glance. Draco couldn't read his father's expression. He never showed any emotion. Then Draco heard it. The cold horrible voice. **... I am so proud of you......Draco's death will be one to remember....excellent work, Lucius....**
Draco began to shout with the remaining energy that he had, "DO YOU HEAR THAT VOICE?!?"
Macnair shouted, "I thought I told you not to talk!"
He brutally punched Draco in the face causing the young man the fall unconscious from so much pain, and loose of blood. Draco barely looked alive. He was covered in deep cuts, and was paler then ever. "Fucking moron." Macnair muttered, "What voice was he talking about?"
"If you only knew." Lucius replied distantly.
"What?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
~*~END OF VIOLENT SCENE~*~
Hermione was actually quite content as she played with Elena in the gardens. Elena turned out to be as fun and outgoing as Jewel, although she was much younger. Elena was laughing happily, "Sindy is making me chocolate chip cookies! And Mione, wanna to go play dollies with me after snack time!!"
Hermione grinned, "Of course I will Elena. Of course."
Elena giggled, "Okay! And we can be princesses! I wish we had a prince though. Do you have a Prince, Hermione?"
Hermione blushed as she thought of Draco, but then she remembered the fight that they had gotten into. It was rather stupid really. Hermione wished that she could go and apologize. Maybe the Malfoys had an owl she could use, and she could send a letter. Lucius wasn't here and he wouldn't catch her. Hermione smiled at Elena, "I do have a Prince, but he is very far away right now."
After Hermione said that, she felt very guilty for the whole fight, but the guilt came along with another feeling. A feeling that something terrible and gruesome happened. **Is Draco okay?** Hermione thought, **Why do I feel like this?** Hermione shook off the bad feeling and continued to play with Elena. If only she knew, Draco was almost dead, and a prisoner of the Death Eaters.
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The fic is going to grow darker and darker although you can all ready tell that. The fun is over. Get ready for angst. Please don't flame me ^^;;; This chapter was VERY hard to write.
~*Sophiebabe
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Not no way. Not no how!
Thanks: kathryn Lenai Riddle dunkmoonX i-luff-life Pookie rattyrowe Sindy HermionesTwin (2x)
WARNING: This chapter is VERY dark, and not intended for those who can't handle violence or graphic images. Trust me I had a hell of a time writing it. I will give you a fair warning before those certain scenes.
Draco could not sleep a wink that night. The moonlight poured into his room, and the night sky looked extremely eerie. Draco sighed and wondered where Hermione could be. He had a series of horrible images flash through his mind: Hermione being raped. Hermione being tortured in a cold dungeon. Hermione lying in Knockturn Alley dead as the black crows picked at her bones.
"Lucius....."Draco muttered hatefully, "You monster! What did you do with her? I hate you."
Draco turned over and tried his hardest to sleep, but every time he shut his eyes, a new ghastly image would appear in his mind. Draco felt his mouth go dry, and the room seemed to close in on him. "Hermione," he whispered, "I am very sorry that this happened."
Then Draco heard footsteps in the hall outside his room. Draco scowled. It had to be at least midnight. Who was still awake? Draco shrugged and was about to turn over again, but then he heard something else with the footsteps. A faint sobbing that seemed to be coming from the very soul.
Draco felt his heart pound and a cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, "Something awful happened! I know it!"
Draco reluctantly got up from his bed, and walked nervously over to the door. He listened carefully to the person sobbing. It didn't take him to long to realize that it was Desdemona sobbing. Draco lost his previous dread and smirked smugly to himself as he thought **She deserves it! She let Lucius take Hermione away from me.**
Desdemona's sobs grew fainter as she continued to walk away from the door and down the hall. Draco snickered, and opened the door. He was just so furious with Desdemona right now. There would be nothing in the world that would give him more pleasure then to watch her suffer. It would be quite amusing.
Draco was very quiet as he followed Desdemona through the dark hallways. The moonlight poured inside from the huge window. Draco gulped. The house seemed emptier then usual. It was almost as though he and Desdemona were the only people in the manor....and some one else. **Is there someone watching me?** Draco thought frantically. Draco remembered it was the same feeling that he had when he heard the cold voice a few nights ago.
Desdemona reached the entrance hall, and slowly went outside into the dark night. She continued to sob quietly, and she whispered sadly, "It is almost over. Not too further now."
It was here that Draco hesitated. "Why in the name of Merlin is she going outside in the middle of the night?" Draco muttered to himself, "Something is up, and I am going to find out what it is."
Draco took a deep breath, and slowly followed Desdemona into the black night. If only he knew what was to come.
~*VIOLENCE WARNING!!!!!! If you REALLY don't want to see this violent scene, then I would suggest just skipping ahead to the scene after. I don't want any flames for how violent/dark I can be. You've been warned*~
A frigid cold breeze blew by, chilling Draco to the bone. He clutched his robes tightly around him so he wouldn't freeze. Desdemona was still sobbing, but yet, she seemed to be very determined. Draco immediately noticed that she was walking toward her parents' graves. Draco made sure he stayed a few feet away from Desdemona so she wouldn't catch him. He was too eaten up by curiosity to be caught now. When she reached the graves, Draco hid behind the rose bushes.
Desdemona came to a halt and she stared directly at her parents' tombstones, her green eyes shining bright with her tears. She bit her lip, and let the tears run idly down her face, "I am very sorry. But this must be done for all of our sakes. I have done a terrible thing, and I deserve this."
Draco watched in horror as Desdemona removed a silver dagger from her robes. Her green eyes glittered as she said in a shaky voice, "I still love you, Nilam. Farewell. I am better off dead then living like this."
Desdemona raised the dagger to her throat and slowly silt it. Draco cried out in horror as Desdemona gasped out once. He watched as the chrisom blood poured from the slit on the graves like a waterfall. Desdemona slumped to the ground, and let the dagger fall, and a loud single clang echoed into the darkness.
Draco ran out from the bushes and over to Desdemona. He lifted up her slump figure and felt sick. Her eyes were still slightly open and they stared back at him. She was dead, there was not denying it. Draco looked at her lifeless face, and he whimpered, "What was it with Nilam? What made you kill yourself? Oh...I should have did something!"
Draco shook his head and lowered Desdemona to the cold ground. He was feeling frantic, "I have GOT to find my mother or someone! They have to know!"
"We don't think you are going anywhere, Malfoy!"
Draco felt his insides go cold. He recognized that voice in a second. "Macnair!"
Before Draco has a chance to react, he felt several hands roughly grab him. Draco struggled to get out of their grasp, but it was too late and there was nothing he could do. He had left his wand in his room. And Desdemona was dead. She would be of no use. Draco looked around in the darkness. They were all here. The Death Eaters. Peter Pettigrew. Bellatrix Lestrange. Rodolphus Lestrange. Walden Macnair. Evan Rosier. Avery. And of course, Lucius Malfoy.
Draco screamed and cried, "Get your filthy hands off of me! HELP!"
Rosier snarled, "There is no one here to help you. The Aurors. They are gone, Draco. All gone."
Draco panicked, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH MY FRIENDS! LET ME GO! WHERE ARE THEY?!?!?"
"Isn't this cute?" Macnair snapped, his voice full of bitter sarcasm, "You think that I should just let my daughter's murderer run on the loose. Well, I think not."
"What should we do with this vermin?" Bellatrix laughed coldly, "Shall we kill him slowly?"
Macnair snickered, and without warning he viciously shoved Draco's head into the hard gravestone. Draco screamed and clutched his head in agony, and felt the warm blood on his hands. Draco tried to stand up and fight back, but stumbled. Everything was a huge blur. All he could hear was the Death Eaters harsh, cruel laughter. "Look at you?" Pettigrew snarled, "This is pathetic! Why don't you stand up and fight!"
Draco looked up helplessly and realized there were several more Death Eaters on all sides of him. There was no escaping. Bellatrix grinned evilly, "Let me have a go at the spoilt brat! CRUCIO!"
Draco screamed as white-hot pain filled his body. Death was surely better then this pain. "STOP! PLEASE!" Draco cried in agony as the Death Eaters laughed in amusement. The pain grew greater and greater, until it was almost unbearable. "STOP!" Draco begged.
Bellatrix smirked, "Gosh, you can't even handle that."
Draco gasped for breath as he felt the blood from the gash on his forehead trickle slowly done his face. "Nothing pleases me more then seeing the sight of dark blood on such pale skin." Said Rosier, "It reminds me so much of when I used to torture muggle children."
Draco saw Macnair advancing with a piece of dark rope. "Please," Draco whimpered in pain as he weakly tried to back away, "Don't."
But it was too late. Macnair already had Draco's hands tied behind his back. Draco felt the rough rope scratch against his wrists severely, and it was tied so tight it that it was cutting off Draco's circulation. Draco lowered his head to the ground, but Macnair immediately reached forward, and pulled Draco's hair harshly so that he would be facing the Death Eater in the eye, and catching every word that he said. "I am going to make you pay, Malfoy," he roared, "I am going to make you regret the day you were ever born."
Macnair smirked in delight at the pain on Draco's face. "Fucking pretty boy!" he jeered as he violently slapped Draco across the face. Draco fell to the ground again, and his face hit the cobblestone path. The huge gash was now mixed with dirt and blood. Draco couldn't help it. The torture was too much. His eyes filled with tears. This was a mistake. It seemed to encourage the Death Eaters. "Draco, is SO sweet looking when he cries," Avery laughed, "What a nice victory to achieve on our quest, eh Lucius?"
Trembling, Draco lifted himself up from the ground, and gazed his father. To his surprise, Lucius wasn't joining in with the torturing and jeering that was going on. He looked at Draco for a second, and then turned away. "F-F-Father?" Draco croaked out, but Macnair was too quick. He kicked Draco brutally in the stomach causing him to lose his breath, "Shut up! Did I tell you to speak, worthless bastard!
Lucius still didn't turn around. It was as if he was in his own world, and was completely oblivious to what was going on. Draco tried to cry out once more, but instead he coughed many times, spitting up blood. "Hey! What's this?" Pettigrew chuckled full of malevolence, "That whore Desdemona killed herself. Of course it is no surprise to me, now is it?"
The Death Eaters laughed as though the fact that Desdemona killed herself was an extremely funny joke. "I know..." Lucius muttered, still not looking at Draco, "I know she did."
Bellatrix grinned broadly, and walked over to where Desdemona's body lay. She kicked Desdemona's corpse and chuckled as she found the dagger. "Isn't this a sweet dagger? Covered in the bitch's blood. Good thing she's dead now."
"Hand it here!" Macnair demanded, "NOW!"
Bellatrix handed it over, and Macnair looked even more formidable then ever before. His dark eyes glittered malevolently as he slashed Draco's robes with the dagger, revealing his bare chest. Draco gulped. He had never felt so vulnerable. "Ready to get what you deserve, you unpleasant child!"
Draco winced and cried in pain as Macnair cut the dagger into his bare skin. He first made a deep six inch cut shaped in a "K" "That is for 'Killer.'" Macnair jeered as Draco whimpered out in anguish.
Macnair continued to laugh like a manic as he cut roughly into Draco's pale flesh causing the young man to scream, plead and beg. Macnair ignored Draco's cries and laughed "Oh yes! I have wanted this for such a long time."
Draco shut his eyes in an effort to numb the pain, as Macnair slashed away. Draco bawled loudly as Macnair cut deeper and deeper into his chest while other Death Eaters were scorning Draco. "Open your eyes." Macnair mocked in a sugary sweet voice, "Look at you."
Draco looked down and saw blood, blood, and more blood. There was now another cut, bigger then the last. An eight-inch cut on his chest that was bleeding severely that was in the shape of an "M" "It stands for "Mudblood Lover." Macnair snarled as he kicked Draco in the stomach and to the cold ground yet again. "CRUCIO!"
By now Draco was in so much pain, he could hardly sense what was going on around him. All the Death Eaters were jeering and laughing and enjoying themselves as though they had been invited to a party. Several of the Death Eaters walked closer to surround Draco. They began to cast more curses or physically hurt him. Rosier began to use the dagger to make more cuts on Draco's skin as Macnair continued to cast more torturing spells on the helpless teenager. Avery was chuckling and he grabbed Lucius's arm, "Isn't this great?"
Lucius ignored Avery, and gave Draco one final glance. Draco couldn't read his father's expression. He never showed any emotion. Then Draco heard it. The cold horrible voice. **... I am so proud of you......Draco's death will be one to remember....excellent work, Lucius....**
Draco began to shout with the remaining energy that he had, "DO YOU HEAR THAT VOICE?!?"
Macnair shouted, "I thought I told you not to talk!"
He brutally punched Draco in the face causing the young man the fall unconscious from so much pain, and loose of blood. Draco barely looked alive. He was covered in deep cuts, and was paler then ever. "Fucking moron." Macnair muttered, "What voice was he talking about?"
"If you only knew." Lucius replied distantly.
"What?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
~*~END OF VIOLENT SCENE~*~
Hermione was actually quite content as she played with Elena in the gardens. Elena turned out to be as fun and outgoing as Jewel, although she was much younger. Elena was laughing happily, "Sindy is making me chocolate chip cookies! And Mione, wanna to go play dollies with me after snack time!!"
Hermione grinned, "Of course I will Elena. Of course."
Elena giggled, "Okay! And we can be princesses! I wish we had a prince though. Do you have a Prince, Hermione?"
Hermione blushed as she thought of Draco, but then she remembered the fight that they had gotten into. It was rather stupid really. Hermione wished that she could go and apologize. Maybe the Malfoys had an owl she could use, and she could send a letter. Lucius wasn't here and he wouldn't catch her. Hermione smiled at Elena, "I do have a Prince, but he is very far away right now."
After Hermione said that, she felt very guilty for the whole fight, but the guilt came along with another feeling. A feeling that something terrible and gruesome happened. **Is Draco okay?** Hermione thought, **Why do I feel like this?** Hermione shook off the bad feeling and continued to play with Elena. If only she knew, Draco was almost dead, and a prisoner of the Death Eaters.
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The fic is going to grow darker and darker although you can all ready tell that. The fun is over. Get ready for angst. Please don't flame me ^^;;; This chapter was VERY hard to write.
~*Sophiebabe