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Chapter 1

Clicking could be heard, coming towards where the young man hung. He had only just awoken a few minutes before, slowly regaining his senses. He had noticed that he was very badly hurt over his entire body and was chained, by his wrists, to the ceiling. His eyes were swollen shut and he had dried blood covering him, which was so thick that it felt like dried mud.

He winced as he tried, once again, to move his arms. He believed them to be broken, but didn't have enough feeling in them to be sure. The clicking got louder and the man tried again to struggle free. In hearing a sickening snap, he realized that now his arm had broken.

Refusing to yell out in pain, he just tried to focus on another place, to get his mind as far from the pain as possible. Try as he might, he couldn't focus on anything except pain, always being brought back to that world by each consistent click.

Hearing the clicking slow, he tried again to focus, this time being interrupted by the cell door flying open with a loud bang. He jumped at the sound, but then clenched his jaw in pain, as he had pulled on his broken arm. The pain was soon replaced by complete and utter hatred as the man who had entered now spoke.

"Ah, my traitorous son has awakened. Did you sleep well?" There was a short silence, only interrupted by soft wheezing coming from the chained man.

"What, no response? Tsk, tsk. Manners boy, I thought you were taught those. Oh, what your mother would think of you if she was still around today."

The comment had it's desired effect, as the younger man tensed greatly and a soft growl could be heard. The older man frowned as he had wanted more of a rise from his son. A curse, a threat, but he got none. Feeling some of his pleasure in the visit deplete, he decided to leave before he lost his good mood.

"You choose to ignore me then? Fine, fine. I will come again another time, maybe when you feel a little more talkative. You can't keep quiet forever, Draco. Once the Veritaserum is complete, you will talk."

The man sneered at the bloodied mass of what used to be his son. Turning on his heel, he walked out of the cell, the door clambering shut behind him, and went swiftly down the corridor. The younger man listened, the clicks of his father's boots slowly fading in the distance, until they were completely gone. He decided to think back, on what lead him to this father-son moment.

It had all started the previous summer. Draco was to receive his mark and become a death eater, just like his father. He was to be evil, murder innocents, torture wizards on the light side, and to be another of Voldermort's lapdogs. The way he was raised, there was nothing which was expected of him which he hadn't already done at least twice. None of it bothered him morally in the slightest.

The only flaw in Draco, was that he cared about someone other than himself. This was a huge flaw, whether it seeming so or not. You could not have feelings for someone, it made you weak and soft hearted, and those were not qualities of a death eater. So, in wanting the perfect soldier for the dark side, Lucius destroyed the one person that Draco loved--his mother. He killed her, right in front of Draco, destroying any chance of ever controlling his son again.

Knowing the only way he could destroy his father was to change sides, as soon as he was back at Hogwarts, he approached the headmaster. Explaining as much as he felt was necessary to his change of mind, Dumbledore agreed to think about it. He was then summoned a few days later and was told of his duties, most of which were spying for the light.

After that, Draco became a death eater and began attending meetings regularly. He also began spying on the Slytherins, on what they and their families did and planned. On breaks he attended balls and additional meetings, being trusted by more people and learning more about Voldermort's plans.

At school it hadn't really changed at all. He would hang around with his goons and Pansy Parkinson's group, continued to pick on Gryffindors and especially anything less than a pureblood. Whether he changed sides or not, his standards had not changed. He still despised mudbloods, picking on them as often as possible and making sure they knew their place.

It went smoothly until Christmas, until he was to become Voldermort's new servant, Wormtail having died while failing a mission. Voldermort was quite impressed on how loyal Draco seemed to him and how fast and easily he got jobs done for him. Lucius, was both proud and jealous, as his son was to soon over rank him.

But, as luck would have it, Voldermort was quite skilled in Legilimency, and was able to tell that Draco was unfaithful to him and the death eaters. Ever since then, he had been submitted to curses for several days, severely lowering awareness in everything. Then he had been completely healed, which started a whole new set of curses. Again, after a few days he was healed, but now he was beaten and tortured the muggle way. It was their way of punishing him for changing to the muggle loving side.

He was put through the cycle of beating and healing several times before it was stopped. It had stopped for what he thought was two days, he couldn't be sure, but he had yet to be healed. He just hung there, drifting in and out of consciousness. Feeling another sudden drain of energy, he slowly closed his eyes and passed out.

Draco looked up at his father, who had just entered again. It had been, he guessed, another two to three days since his last visit. The swelling had gone down around his eyes, just enough, to allow him to see. Lucius smiled almost warmly at his son, causing a fear of dread to rush through Draco's body.

"It's a wonderful day, don't you think?" Draco just glared at his father in response.

"Ah yes, you wouldn't know, would you? It is a wonderful day because we were able to kill several dirty families, including those wretched disgraces the Weasleys. Not all of them unfortunately. Only the mother, the son that worked in the ministry, the girl and Potter's friend."

Lucius' face lit up with something like glee when he mentioned Ron. Draco was disgusted with his father. It wasn't that he liked the Weasleys, but he didn't hate them and he had learned to respect Ron for certain attributes. He could only imagine the pain that the light side was going through, since everyone on that side seemed to be connected with them.

"Don't tell me you're saddened by their deaths! What kind of son did I raise! You really are no better than those filthy muggle lovers, are you? You were probably planning to marry one and to have dirty children, to dirty our bloodline! You are a disgrace!"

Lucius spit at his son and walked out of then cell and down the hall. The guard, whom had been placed there since Lucius' previous visit, looked at Draco with disgust and slammed the door shut. Draco watched his father disappearing and then began looking around the cell. He had been trying to find a way out of the cell ever since he had regained his sight.

Draco groaned in frustration at his predicament. He would most likely die here, in this cell, rotting and then eventually eaten by rats. He followed a rat with his eyes, running across the floor, and then into a small drain pipe in the wall. Besides his father's visits, the rats were the only entertainment he had.

Draco went back to trying to find a way out. He knew that currently, it wouldn't matter if he did find a way out, but he was hoping they would unchain him soon. Then, as sudden as blinking an eye, Draco began to get an immense headache.

The pain from the headache was far worse than he had ever felt from getting tortured. His control finally broke and he let out a loud yell of pain. His yell was very rough, as his throat felt like it was coated in dried blood also. The guard turned and sneered at the broken man, watching in enjoyment, the pain he was going through. That was the last thing Draco saw before again blacking out.

He awoke to the sound of people talking. Not wanting to move, just in case they were watching, he kept his eyes closed and listened in.

"They are planning a massacre of Diagon Alley you know. Going to try and hit it when it's full most with people." He heard one man say. The man sounded vaguely familiar, possibly one of his father's friends.

"Yeah, I'm going to be stuck here, guarding the traitor. I can't believe after all I've done, I get stuck here. I'm hoping to go when they hit Hogsmead. I think they'll be trying to take it right before their attack on Hogwarts." Draco recognized this voice. This was Goyle Sr., he traded off with Crabbe Sr. on guard duty. He thought it a bit ironic that both the sons were together a lot, just like their fathers.

"How long until they're planning to kill him? They've been torturing him for weeks now, haven't they?"

"They're going to keep him alive just long enough until they can use the Veritaserum on him. After he spills his secrets he'll probably die immediately." Goyle sounded quite pleased with this thought.

"Good, good. Well I should be going, I have to get back by tomorrow."

"Okay Nott. While you're in England send an owl to my son and tell him about this traitor. I don't want him respecting this filth any longer."

"Sure, okay."

Draco listened as the footsteps faded away. He began slowly processing everything which was said. He then felt like he was going to groan. He wasn't in England anymore. How hard was it going to be to get back to Hogwarts with this new information? Where in the world was he? This new information being too much for him to handle, he once again blacked out.

Sitting up, he leaned against the wall. It had been four days, going by the guard changes, since he had found out he wasn't in England anymore. He had woken up the previous day and was lying on the ground, chains no where to be seen. He had, of course, tried to stand up but, had painfully found out, they were also broken in his beatings.

He had sat there until the guard change, when Crabbe had brought food with him. Draco at first thought it was going to be eaten in front of him, but then the bread had been placed next to him, along with a small amount of meat and a small goblet of water.

Cautious at first, Draco only had a small piece of the bread and a sip of water to help it go down. After the food had gone down his throat, he realized just how hungry he had been. He had not eaten since the feast the night he was exposed. He quickly began to eat the rest of the food one handedly, his right arm still broken from before. The food was completely gone in two minutes.

Now staring at which guard was standing at his door, he was surprised to see none. He then looked down at his body and saw that he was cleaned off and that he was in new clothes. Though the clothes looked odd to him. They didn't look like wizard's clothes at all and they reeked of filth.

Draco moved to stretch his aches from the position he had been sleeping, before he remembered his injuries. But no pain came, except from his sore neck and arm which he had slept on. He tried to move his other arm and no pain came from it either. He quickly got up and made his way to the door of his cell. Before he could get there, he was thrown into back into the wall behind him.

He looked up and he received an icy glare of which he knew he was also using. There stood his father and his two guards, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco stood up again and Crabbe opened the door.

"You're awake, good. Crabbe, Goyle."

The two men walked into the cell and took Draco by the arms, leading him out of the cell. He knew there was no reason to fight them, he wouldn't get away and now he could be conscious for whatever they were planning.

They walked down the hall, passing the cell lined walls. A few of the cells were empty but most had either dead or injured men, women and children in them. Draco was completely disgusted with his father and felt ashamed to be a Malfoy.

He looked up as they entered a large dimly lit room, the smell of mildew mingled with that of blood filled the air. Draco coughed out of sheer surprise at the sudden change, he had thought his own cell was the foulest thing on earth. A cold laugh brought him back to his senses and he looked up to meet a pair of red eyes.

"Hello young Malfoy. How have my men been treating you?" An evil smile spread across his lips, earning a disgusted shiver from each of the four men.

"To get down to business, I'm going to kill you. Just not yet. Unfortunately we are behind schedule because our potions expert was stolen from us...."

Draco smirked. He had found out just before Christmas that Snape was working for the light side. He must've been exposed and was now back at Hogwarts with the rest of the light side.

"Whenever the potion is finished and we get what we need from you, you will be killed. Do not worry though, it will not be right away. We are going to kill you in Hogsmead, for all of your side to see."

Not wanting to give away his fear, he kept a composure as unreadable as a rock. He just stared at Voldermort with nothing but pure hatred. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that Voldermort could read minds. He smiled again and then stood up, pointing his wand straight at Draco. Out of instinct, he struggled to get out of the way but was held tightly by the two huge men.

"Let's make you just like those muggles that you now seem to love. Shall we?" Draco quickly lost his composure and a look of dread overcame his face. He had a sudden urge to finally talk and confess everything.

"Please, no! Don't do it, please!" Draco's voice was rough and raspy but he was heard clearly.

"Begging? Sinking down past your standards, aren't you? Tsk, tsk."

Draco, for the first time, was beginning to regret ever joining the light side. He could live with losing his father's respect. He could live with being tortured or even killed. What he couldn't live with, was being the one thing he hated. He was going to be turned into a squib, a muggle, a non magical person!

Draco, for the first time, felt like breaking down and begging for forgiveness. Screw pride, self respect and his upbringing. All his power, his magical strengths, they would all be erased, destroyed. If he did make it out of this alive, he would never be able to show his face in the magical world again.

He sunk to the knees, staring blankly at the slime covered stones which made up the floor. Hearing his name, he looked up and came face to face with Voldermort's wand.

"I, Lord Voldermort, decide that you, Draco Malfoy, are no longer worthy of your magical talents."

"No." Draco's voice was soft and barely above a whisper.

"You shall be binded until the day that you die."

"No, please." Draco's voice got a little louder.

"Draco Malfoy, I bind you."

"No, no, no." Draco began shaking his head.

"Castigo anima magus." Draco's head finally snapped up and he began struggling to get free.

"Castigo anima magus!"

"No, no, no! Please! NO!"

"CASTIGO ANIMA MAGUS!"

A lavender light shot out of the wand and impaled Draco through the chest. His body began glowing the same lavender, causing the men to all step back. Draco's body was frozen in place, not even showing signs of breathing. The light slowly began changing to a pale green and then slowly dying away altogether. Draco then collasped onto the ground, not moving at all.

The men were all in awe, none of them ever seeing a binding actually performed before. Yes, they had all learned about it in school but that was nothing to the experience. Voldermort was the first to start moving and walked back over to his throne like chair. Lucius was next, kneeling down next to his son, he did a quick spell to check if he was still alive. He growled in what seemed like aggravation that the spell hadn't accidentally killed Draco.

"Goyle, take him back to his cell. It shouldn't take both of you to do that, so Crabbe, go fetch Nott and Lestrange. We have some work to do. Come on you two, get moving." The two men grunted in response, one grabbing Draco and the two walking out.

Draco slowly opened his eyes. He was being carried somewhere. He looked around and saw no one else accompanied them. They were approaching an intersection of corridors by what he could see. Passing by a suit of armor, Draco thought up a quick plan and acted.

He elbowed the man in the back of the head and then kneed him in the stomach. Pushing away from him while he was in shock of the sudden pain, he jumped down and ran over to the suit of armor. He grabbed the sword from it and quickly turning around to face a furious Goyle. He raised his wand and said a spell which Draco didn't catch, because he was concentrating on dodging.

Draco quickly scrambled up from where he dove to and flew at Goyle, sword first. Surprising him, Draco was able to run him through the stomach. The bigger man fell to the ground, nothing but the hilt of the sword exposed. Draco stood there, gawking at what he had done.

Hearing footsteps, he came to his senses and looked around where he was. He felt a cold coming from the corridor to the right. Hoping it wasn't just a window left open, he quickly made his way up a flight of stairs and down a corridor. He came upon a door at a dead end. He was out of breath from the sprint and his last chance was if the door led out.

He pressed his ear to the door and could feel the cold. He was about to open the door when he heard voices on the other side of the door. He stood back and looked around for a place to hide. Seeing a flight of stairs off to the side, he raced for them and slid down them just in time. The door swung open and three men walked in, accompanied by tons of snow being blown inside by what seemed to be a very strong wind.

"Finally, I can have some dinner and sleep."

"Me too. I've been up for at least twenty hours."

"Let's go tell the others it's their shift."

Draco frowned. These men's accents seemed very unfamiliar to him. He didn't think he had heard any like them before. The voices faded and Draco slowly made his way back up the stairs and to the door. Not hearing any more voices, he opened the door. He closed his eyes quickly, as they were stung by a fierce cold wind.

He hugged his clothes closer to himself and then pushed out into the snow. He walked through a short tunnel which must've been made with magic, for it looked like it was made of just leaves.

Coming out of the tunnel, the wind was much worse. He couldn't see a thing except snow. He kept walking for what seemed like a couple of hours, when he finally stepped onto something solid. He had seen one of these before, it was a muggle road.

Keeping on the road, he hoped to be able to find some sign of civilization. After another hour or so, he was beginning to wonder if he was going to survive. He had gone numb before he had even left the forest, now he was beyond that, to the point were his legs were considering giving out. His lungs felt frozen, from breathing in so much of the cold air, and his eyes hurt to move out of their frozen position. All in all, he was pretty bad off and there seemed to be absolutely no one in sight.

Just when he was thinking about how he would be found dead, he heard the soft sound of something approaching. All he knew was that there was life, someone was going to find him alive. He turned around and watched as a huge machine slowed down in front of him, the bright lights blinding him.

He tried to remember the name of this machine, he had learned about it in muggle studies. A gar? No that wasn't it. Of course, at the moment, he could barely remember his own name, for he was too faint to think of anything.

A person got out of the car and rushed over to him, bundled in some kind of thick muggle clothes. They said something but he was too numb and overwhelmed by his sudden rescue, that he didn't understand anything. The person said something else and then began leading him towards the machine. They opened the door and sat him inside, before shutting it and getting in on the otherside. That was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out, once again.