Chapter Nine: The Monster and the Prisoner
Draco woke up again, for the fiftieth time that day. His father was in the room, lingering in the doorway. "Draco..." he said. His voice sounded oddly compassionate and it scared Draco. His father was *never* compassionate. He moved forward, towards the naked boy on the bed. Draco cowered and Lucius stopped. "Please don't be afraid." he said, softly. But this only made Draco more frightened. This couldn't be his father... it was impossible. He stood still, afraid to move. Something was wrong. And then it clicked...
"Mother?! What are you doing?!" he asked. "Shhh!" she said. It was his mother. "How...?" he started and his mother said, "Polyjuice Potion. I'm getting you out of here. And only your father can leave this house. This is the only way."
"Even after what I said to you?" he asked. She nodded. "Draco, you're my son. I--" her face twisted in pain and she fell to the floor. Draco looked up, even more frightened to see his real father there. "Draco, I'm disappointed." his voice was cold and cruel. This really was his father. "In you and her." he rubbed his temple.
"No, you're not father." Draco said. He suddenly realised what it took to survive. Just like that U2 song, you become a monster so the monster will not break you. "Don't back talk me boy!" he spat.
"Father, I'm not back talking you. I want to be like you." Draco pushed back all of his feelings. They didn't matter anymore. What mattered was survival. Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Do you? Well, Draco, perhaps you are finally owning up to your name."
"What can I do?" Draco asked. He had to prove himself to make his father believe him. Lucius raised his eyebrows so high that they were in danger of disappearing in his hair. They heard a clink on the roof and hooting owl. Lucius Malfoy smiled, evilly.
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Harry landed on the roof and Hedwig hooted. He pet her, softly and she flew away. "Now, if I could just find Draco's room..." Harry said as he surveyed the huge manor. There were so many towers and rooms and wings it looked impossible. He flew to an open window and climbed in. He ran his fingers over his ring, hoping that it would lead him to Draco. And he felt a tug, pulling him to the West. He followed that, sure that it would lead him to his lover.
He had to be careful though. The Manor was crawling with house-elves and Harry could have sworn lots of Dark Magic. But luckily, there many things to hide behind if a house-elf walked by and he had his wand out if something tried to kill him. He came to a door and could hear voices.
"Wormtail!" Harry's heart skipped a beat. Why was Voldemort in Malfoy Manor? Of course, Harry thought, Draco's father! And he couldn't miss a chance to knock off Voldemort, so Harry queitly opened the door...
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Draco stood and waited. Harry would be coming soon. He felt like a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. He had accepted who and what he was. A monster. But that didn't matter. He wasn't being someone he wasn't. His and his father's was simple. Harry was no doubt coming to rescue Draco. He would try to find his room. But if all went well, Harry would hear the voice of Voldemort, magicked there, and try to play the hero, yet again. Draco was to torture him.
He heard heavy breathing out side the door. Then "Wormtail!". It was working. The door opened and light was cast into the dark room. Harry stepped in with his wand out and Draco said, "Expelliarmous!" His wand soared into his hand. His father stood in the corner, across from a biwildered looking Harry. "What--" he began but Lucius closed the door and nodded.
"Harry." Draco said, sounding exactly like his father. "So good of you to join us." Cold and cruel. Harry was even more dumbfounded. He couldn't speak.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" he laughed cruelly and Lucius looked at him, approvingly.
"You're...you're not Draco Malfoy." Harry said. He felt naked without his wand.
"Oh but I am." Draco replied and moved towards him. "I am." He kissed him, hard and forceful. "Can't you tell!?" Draco threw him to the floor and magicked his shirt off. Harry's glasses broke and cut the skin around his eyes with he fall. Blood blurred his vision. Draco's wand became a whip and he asked, "Do you know pain, Harry Potter?" He raised the whip. "You will now!" He let the whip fall on Harry's back, again and again. It cut him. It put long huge gashes in his skin. Draco got the feeling of deja vu and remembered his dream. It all made sense now.
Harry was shocked and appalled by his lover. Or rather, his ex-lover now. He was vaguely aware of Lucius Apparating out of the room with a few words to his son. When Draco raised the whip for a long and harder beating Harry quickly turned over and kicked his legs, causing him to fall. He had come to his senses and he had to get out fo there before he died. He heard Draco groan and then snarl with rage. He ran to the door but it was locked. He was trapped.
Draco woke up again, for the fiftieth time that day. His father was in the room, lingering in the doorway. "Draco..." he said. His voice sounded oddly compassionate and it scared Draco. His father was *never* compassionate. He moved forward, towards the naked boy on the bed. Draco cowered and Lucius stopped. "Please don't be afraid." he said, softly. But this only made Draco more frightened. This couldn't be his father... it was impossible. He stood still, afraid to move. Something was wrong. And then it clicked...
"Mother?! What are you doing?!" he asked. "Shhh!" she said. It was his mother. "How...?" he started and his mother said, "Polyjuice Potion. I'm getting you out of here. And only your father can leave this house. This is the only way."
"Even after what I said to you?" he asked. She nodded. "Draco, you're my son. I--" her face twisted in pain and she fell to the floor. Draco looked up, even more frightened to see his real father there. "Draco, I'm disappointed." his voice was cold and cruel. This really was his father. "In you and her." he rubbed his temple.
"No, you're not father." Draco said. He suddenly realised what it took to survive. Just like that U2 song, you become a monster so the monster will not break you. "Don't back talk me boy!" he spat.
"Father, I'm not back talking you. I want to be like you." Draco pushed back all of his feelings. They didn't matter anymore. What mattered was survival. Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Do you? Well, Draco, perhaps you are finally owning up to your name."
"What can I do?" Draco asked. He had to prove himself to make his father believe him. Lucius raised his eyebrows so high that they were in danger of disappearing in his hair. They heard a clink on the roof and hooting owl. Lucius Malfoy smiled, evilly.
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Harry landed on the roof and Hedwig hooted. He pet her, softly and she flew away. "Now, if I could just find Draco's room..." Harry said as he surveyed the huge manor. There were so many towers and rooms and wings it looked impossible. He flew to an open window and climbed in. He ran his fingers over his ring, hoping that it would lead him to Draco. And he felt a tug, pulling him to the West. He followed that, sure that it would lead him to his lover.
He had to be careful though. The Manor was crawling with house-elves and Harry could have sworn lots of Dark Magic. But luckily, there many things to hide behind if a house-elf walked by and he had his wand out if something tried to kill him. He came to a door and could hear voices.
"Wormtail!" Harry's heart skipped a beat. Why was Voldemort in Malfoy Manor? Of course, Harry thought, Draco's father! And he couldn't miss a chance to knock off Voldemort, so Harry queitly opened the door...
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Draco stood and waited. Harry would be coming soon. He felt like a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. He had accepted who and what he was. A monster. But that didn't matter. He wasn't being someone he wasn't. His and his father's was simple. Harry was no doubt coming to rescue Draco. He would try to find his room. But if all went well, Harry would hear the voice of Voldemort, magicked there, and try to play the hero, yet again. Draco was to torture him.
He heard heavy breathing out side the door. Then "Wormtail!". It was working. The door opened and light was cast into the dark room. Harry stepped in with his wand out and Draco said, "Expelliarmous!" His wand soared into his hand. His father stood in the corner, across from a biwildered looking Harry. "What--" he began but Lucius closed the door and nodded.
"Harry." Draco said, sounding exactly like his father. "So good of you to join us." Cold and cruel. Harry was even more dumbfounded. He couldn't speak.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" he laughed cruelly and Lucius looked at him, approvingly.
"You're...you're not Draco Malfoy." Harry said. He felt naked without his wand.
"Oh but I am." Draco replied and moved towards him. "I am." He kissed him, hard and forceful. "Can't you tell!?" Draco threw him to the floor and magicked his shirt off. Harry's glasses broke and cut the skin around his eyes with he fall. Blood blurred his vision. Draco's wand became a whip and he asked, "Do you know pain, Harry Potter?" He raised the whip. "You will now!" He let the whip fall on Harry's back, again and again. It cut him. It put long huge gashes in his skin. Draco got the feeling of deja vu and remembered his dream. It all made sense now.
Harry was shocked and appalled by his lover. Or rather, his ex-lover now. He was vaguely aware of Lucius Apparating out of the room with a few words to his son. When Draco raised the whip for a long and harder beating Harry quickly turned over and kicked his legs, causing him to fall. He had come to his senses and he had to get out fo there before he died. He heard Draco groan and then snarl with rage. He ran to the door but it was locked. He was trapped.