Lusius had come back to Malfoy manor from a deatheater meeting in a foul mood. Narcissa had hidden on the other side of the manor, Draco in his room.
The nine year old was curled up on his bed shaking in fear, his father was the thing he was most terrified of in the world.
The loud thundering footsteps made Draco crawl silently into a shadowed corner of his room. The door swung open and the towering form of Lusius stood in the doorway.
The small boy began to cry as his father saw him crouching in the shadows.
"There you are boy, come here now." Draco was never one to disobey his father's orders.
When within striking distance Lusius' snake headed cane came forcefully into contact with the younger blonde's cheek sending him to the floor.
Draco's pale skin was already turning purple as he looked up into his father's pale grey eyes that held no emotion.
"Get up boy." He snapped grabbing a fist full of Draco's hair and pulling him up. "You are a pathetic excuse for a son."
"Yes father."
Lusius with one hard push made his son fall on to his bed. With the swish of his wand Draco was clothes-less with his wrists were bound tightly together above his head.
The younger wizard had tears streaming down his pale cheeks the magical binds cutting into his wrist.
"Please father no." Draco begged but it was no use, Lusius began to viciously beat his son, Draco's cries seemed to please him each time he brought the cane down upon him.
He did not stop until his heir's body was bruised and bleeding beyond belief. It was then he did the most monstrous thing possible. He took off his belt and lowered his trousers.
Draco was young and didn't understand what was happening but he knew it was going to hurt as his father parted his legs.
The nine year old couldn't help but scream as his father entered him without warning or preparation. The pain was beyond the Crucio curse.
Draco past out long before Lusius was finished with him as the pain engulfed and swallowed him.
That had been Draco's ninth birthday and he had never forgotten even now eight years later.
His 'father' had left scars that no amount of magic could remove or conceal which was the reason he had excepted his destiny as deatheater. He realised that no one could ever save him in the way he wanted. That night on his seventeenth birthday he had accepted the Dark Mark.
In truth he was just a scared little boy who needed to be rescued.
This was just a random thing that I felt like writing, I was a little depressed and just thought I'd put it up and see what you lovely people thought. Any way please review Slytherin snakes.