Seventh chapter is up and running! I'm shocked! I didn't think I could write so much (believe me, I never finish things, so to get to seven chapters is a biiig pathetic accomplishment. heh) Thank you all for the reviews!! I love you all soooo much!
Okay, the usual shoutouts:
Dragonnet - I know that lots of girls have guys names and guys have girls names, but I think Blaise is a boy, so don't ruin my special victory! :P nyahh!
Fan-OF-HP - Yay! A new reader! I know, I know, poor Draco...hum...lets torture him some more! hehehehe ;) What can I say? I'm a sadistic masochist, cept only when the pain happens to other people. Draco's gonna have a rough summer, that's all I can say.
Ruperts-a-honey - I added Evie just for you! And of course Draco isn't okay! Hello, I'm writing this! Durr. Heh heh He's gonna suffer a bit! God, I'm so terrible!
Alyanah – I love reading your reviews! I really do! They make me so happy! I guess I based the relationship between Draco and Evie on me and my brother's relationship. We're really close, even though we're about five and a half years apart in age. And yes, Voldemort is definite slime!
Wahoo! I still cannot believe I already have 23 reviews!
By the way, I changed the name again. Sorry bout that! Hits head with a mouse I'm so indecisive! But I think I'll stick with this one. Question is, do I go back and change all the other chapters so that they all have the new title? NAH!
Ah yes, if you haven't guessed already, this is very much a Draco-based ficlet, so there won't be a lot of anybody else scenes.
Sweet and Sour
Chapter 7: Breakout
Draco had another dream with Evie. This time it was he who had a warning for her, and not vise versa.
It was pitch black. Draco ran around, feeling like an idiot. It seemed as it Draco was merely running in circles.
"Evie!" He cried, looking around him. There was nothing surrounding him, it was all darkness. Where was his sister when he needed her? "Evie!" His voice was hoarse, "Where are you?"
A hand grabbed Draco's shoulder, causing him to yelp in surprise. He whirled around and looked into a pair of concerned blue eyes. He grabbed the front of his shirt, and took deep breaths,
"Merlin, you scared me."
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Evie placed a hand on her brother's cheek, calming him. He smiled, and grasped her hand that was on his cheek.
"I have two things to tell you, both important. Number one: tomorrow, Voldemort and the death eaters are going to attack Azkaban and try to free the prisoners."
Evie frowned, "I agree, that is important, but what does it have to do with me?"
Draco shuffled his feet a bit. He didn't want to tell Evie that Voldemort was blackmailing him and using Evie against him.
"Well," he started slowly, "number two is that Voldemort wants me to join his band of followers, you know, get the dark mark, and well, if I don't," Draco scratched the back of his head, "He says that he will kill you."
Evie blinked, her mouth forming an "O", "Oh, I see…Wait a minute, you're going to get the dark mark then!" she cried. "Have you gone bloody mad? Forget about me; think about YOU for a minute! If you get the mark, you've basically screwed yourself for life! Merlin, Draco, don't be so stupid!"
Draco scowled, "Well, excuse me for worrying about you! I mean, who cares if you, what's the word, oh yeah, DIE!"
"I will not die! You are so dumb!"
"Yeah, well your dumber!"
"You're such a jerk!"
"You're a pest!"
"Git!"
"Nuisance!"
"Bastard!"
Draco flushed, "Selfish Bitch!"
Evie uttered a loud shriek, "Argh! Why do you have to be so-so stupid? You never think about yourself! Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! Honestly, I'm not THAT incompetent! I can take care of myself!"
"Oh yes, of course, you can handle Voldemort all by yourself," Draco snarled. Why was his sister being so stupid? Couldn't she see the danger she could be in?
Evie massaged her temples with her fingertips. Why was his brother being so stupid? Couldn't he see the danger he could be in? If he took the dark mark just because of her, he'd never escape.
"Look, Draco, I know you're worried about me, but if you take the dark mark, you'll never escape Voldemort's grasp. I want you to promise me, no matter what happens, you will not take the mark! I will be fine! If I sense anything is wrong, I'll split! I'll go visit a friend! Please, Dragon, promise me!" Evie begged Draco, taking his hands in hers.
Draco closed his eyes, his throat choking with emotion. "Fine." He said reluctantly.
Evie squealed, and jumped into his arms, "Thank you, thank you Dragon! Finally you listen to reason! Oooh I love you!" Draco let out a startled bark of laughter, and wrapped his arms around her tightly. All would have been well if Evie hadn't accidentally bumped Draco's hurt lip with her arm.
"Ow!" he cried, sliding her out of his arms, and covering the cut with his hand. Evie choked and said, "Oh no, I'm sorry Dray, are you okay?" (A/N: Hey, that rhymed!)
Draco nodded, and dropped his hand, "Hurt my lip a little while ago, and it's still a bit sore."
Evie raised an eyebrow, "Really? Let me see it."
"What? No!" Draco said. Evie looked at him, and he waved his hand nonchalantly, "Its nothing of importance."
"Not important? Then show me it! How'd you hurt yourself?" Draco shook his head stubbornly.
Evie growled, and grabbed his arm. Draco realized what she was going to try and do, and tried to jerk his arm away, "Evie, stop!"
Evie closed her eyes, and shifted her mind and energy into Draco's mind. 'Show me what happened.' She said softly. Images whirled past her. Draco could see all that was happening. Draco jerked his arm away before Evie could see what had happened but it was too late.
Evie's eyes widened. One picture was all it took, one memory to explain everything. Her pale face turned, if possible, paler, and she said in a hushed voice, "Dear Merlin Dragon, he kissed you?"
Draco looked away from his sister's face in shame and self-disgust. She probably thought him weak and disgusting for allowing Voldemort to do such a thing to him. He clenched his shaking fists, and said, "Yes."
Evie opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped short. What was there that she could say? She looked down, and saw his fists were shaking. She sensed shame and disgust radiating from Draco. She sighed, "Oh Dragon, stop. It isn't your fault. He's nothing but a sick bastard. I could never think poorly of you because of something HE did to you. I love you." She gathered him in a hug.
Draco rested his head upon Evie's head, and wrapped his arms around her. "Promise me we'll meet someday after this?"
"Of course silly! Nothing will ever keep us apart, not Voldemort, father, not even death." For a while they stayed there, hugging, till the dream ended, and they both woke up.
Draco woke up, a feeling of dread in his stomach. Today was the day. Although he felt relief in his heart knowing Evie knew about everything, he still felt doubt.
Getting up from his bed, Draco walked to the bathroom. To be honest, he was terrified. He knew that the Order knew about the whole Azkaban breakout plot, but could they really stop all the deatheaters from escaping? Mainly one named Lucius Malfoy?
Draco shook his head; He needed to stop thinking of such depressing subjects. He hastily shed his clothes, and turned on the hot water. He stepped inside, and let the hot water and steam engulf him. He let his thoughts trail back to the dream. He smirked, remembering their argument.
Now that he thought about it, the whole name-calling was rather amusing. It felt good to fight with her again. It was something they had done daily when they were younger. They would fight over the stupidest things. In the end though, they always made up.
Draco hastily finished up in the shower. He got out, dried himself off, and dressed in black robes. He wanted to say goodbye to his mother before he left.
He went to his mother's room, but she wasn't there. Draco frowned, unsure of where else she might be. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but it looked as if he had no choice.
Entering the living room, Draco blinked in surprise when he saw that his mother was standing beside the fireplace. She was smiling a sad smile at him. No words were needed. Draco walked up to his mother, and kissed her cheek.
"We'll make it somehow." Was all he said. Narcissa closed her eyes, and gave Draco a brief hug. She sniffed, her eyes watering, and kissed his forehead. Draco gathered up floo powder as his mother left, and flooed off to Voldemort's layer.
Draco pulled his hood up over his head, shadowing in his face. He entered the room, and leaned against the wall farthest from Voldemort. He needed to find out if he was joining them or not. Hopefully not.
Voldemort stood up, and gave a quick speech before they started to disapparate. Draco looked around for his godfather, and spotted a masked death eater walking towards him. The death eater took off his mask revealing himself to be Snape.
"Draco." He nodded.
"Am I to join you on this…excavation?"
Snape shook his head; Draco exhaled in relief, "Thank Merlin for that." he muttered loud enough for Snape to hear. Draco leaned in and said softly, "If you can, try and keep father from getting out. I was just starting to get used to living without the pain."
Snape inwardly cringed, but kept his stony expression. "Go home to Narcissa. I will come to the manor once this is all over."
Draco nodded, and turned to leave. He slowed down at the door, feeling a burning gaze on him. He looked at Voldemort, and saw his red eyes were looking at him, burning like fire. Draco shuddered, and exited the room hastily.
Flooing back home, he said hello to his mother, then went to his room to wait for Severus.
Back at Grimmauld Place, members of the Order of the Phoenix were getting prepared to fight. Mad Eye Moody was going over the plan they had set up,
"And another thing," he said in a gruff voice, "Snape made it quite clear we're to stop Lucius Malfoy from escaping at all costs."
Sirius, although he wasn't going was there with Remus, snorted, "And here I thought Snape and Malfoy were all chummy-chummy, best mates. You know what they say, evil slimy bastards flock together."
Remus swatted Sirius on the arm, and said, "Honestly, must you always do that?"
"Do what?" Sirius said, looking at Remus innocently.
"You know what." Remus said, rolling his eyes.
Moody growled, and his magic eye rolled towards the door. He was the only one who could see the Extendable Ears hiding behind the door.
The members of the OoTP apparated to Azkaban Prison. They hid and waited for the death eaters to arrive. Moments later, they appeared.
What happened after that was a rush of Aurors and deatheaters attacking each other every which way. Many death eaters managed to get past the Aurors and went into the Prison. All the dementors were gone, since they all switched to Voldemort's side.
One deatheater headed straight towards Lucius Malfoys cell. He broke him out of there, and made their way outside. They needed to be outside of the wards to get anywhere.
Remus was currently fighting off a death eater when he saw Lucius Malfoy was out.
"Moody!" he cried, pointing to Lucius.
Moody sprang into action, and shot a stunning spell towards the two deatheaters. They dodged the spell. Lucius smirked and waved at Moody before apparating. Moody cursed angrily, and turned to prevent more death eaters from escaping.
They were unsuccessful in their mission. All the death eaters managed to escape. Only Snape remained. He looked around, making sure no death eaters were there before approaching the desolate group.
"Did Malfoy escape?" He asked rapidly.
It was Remus who spoke up, "Unfortunately, yes. He managed to escape before we could stun him."
Snape's face went deathly pale, and he cursed furiously, "Damnit! I have to get back to the meeting. The Dark Lord might become suspicious." He turned and apparated.
Draco lay on his bed, looking at a photo album he had. The pictures were of him, Evie, and occasionally another. It was obviously another Malfoy; he had the same golden hair, lithe body, thin face and upturned nose. He looked like he was about four years older than the twins. Draco smiled softly when he came across a picture of him and Evie at age seven. They were smiling; Evie had her arms around Draco from behind.
A loud cracking sound echoed outside of Draco's door, startling him. He felt his heart speed up; it must be Snape with news about the breakout. Draco ran to the door, and opened it.
"Sev, what's the new…s" he trailed off, his eyes widening, his stomach twisting into knots. "Dear Merlin…" he murmured, wanting to die right then and there.
A tall familiar figure stood in front of him, a malicious smile gracing his lips, "Hello Draco. Daddy's home."
The End!
No, not really. I've decided not to stop it here. It's too short otherwise!
Draco stared at his Father in horror. Obviously the Order screwed up big-time on their ambush. Draco knew he had to speak, say something, anything,
"Father, you-you're home." Inwardly Draco cringed, 'Good going Draco!' he screamed at himself.
Lucius snorted, "Obviously. I am sure you behaved while I was gone, Draco?"
Draco nodded, "Of course, Father. I'm glad that you're home." He lied.
Lucius looked down at his son, eyes sweeping over him, "Have you been going to the meetings like you were supposed to?"
"Yes, of course I have! Isn't there supposed to be one right now?"
Lucius smirked, "Of course, but I thought I might stop by and see how my family was doing first."
Draco kept a cool face, but on the inside he was furious, 'Right, like you actually give a damn about us! You bastard, just leave!'
"Well, we're late for the meeting now. Come Draco, you will accompany me."
Draco nodded. He still had on his black robes so there was no need to change.
Flooing to the secret hideout, Draco and Lucius walked into the room. Draco stopped short, and Lucius looked back at Draco, "What are you doing boy? You will greet our master the same way as everybody else."
The deatheaters that were in Azkaban rushed up to Voldemort, kissing the hems of his robes, "Master, you are too kind, you are very forgiving." They said to him as they kissed the hems.
Lucius kneeled, and kissed Voldemort's hems. He looked up at Voldemort, and said, "It is good to be back at your side, Master."
Voldemort let his spindle fingers trail slowly along Lucius' cheek, "It is good to have my right hand back." Lucius bowed, and that left Draco.
Draco hesitated a moment before catching his fathers eye. Lucius had that bow-and-kiss-his-hems-or-I-will-kill-you-with-my-bare-hands look. Draco hastily kissed the hems of Voldemort's robes, and nodded, "My Lord." He murmured. He made the mistake of looking into Voldemort's eyes, and saw they were yet again filled with lust. Draco looked away, and backed up.
Voldemort droned on about how wonderful it was to have all his faithful followers back. Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes. They were all to bloody scared to do anything but follow Voldemort.
Draco found himself ignoring the speeches Voldemort made until one was directed towards him.
"Young Mr. Malfoy," Voldemort said. Draco's head snapped up. "I have taken it into careful consideration, and I believe you are ready to be initiated."
Draco's breath caught in the back of his throat. Oh Merlin, this is what he had been dreading. Now he was the center of attention.
Voldemort motioned Draco towards him. Draco felt his father nudge him on his back, and Draco stumbled forward. "Kneel, boy." Draco felt sick; he didn't want this!
Draco kneeled, and knew what to do. He extended his arm, and watched as Wormtail slowly rolled up the sleeve. Voldemort smiled at Draco and said, "I am very pleased to see you are so eager. I will get much pleasure from this."
Draco wanted to gag. The sick bastard! He thought furiously. When he saw Voldemort extend his wand, Draco suddenly remembered his promise,
If you take the dark mark, you'll never escape Voldemort's grasp. I want you to promise me, no matter what happens, you will not take the mark!
Evie's words echoed through Draco's head. Suddenly, he knew he didn't want this. He closed his eyes, and knew he was about to do the stupidest thing in his life.
"No." He said, withdrawing his arm.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "What is the meaning of this?"
Draco sneered, "In case you have forgotten, let me refresh your memory. I am Draco Lucius Antonio Malfoy, and as a Malfoy, I refuse to bow down to anybody! I will not be a slave to you, or anybody else. You'll have to KILL me first!" He yelled the last sentence with a burst of adrenaline.
Voldemort's nostrils flared, "I am tired of your poor attitude, Mr. Malfoy. I think you need a change of spirit. Cruico."
Draco fell to the ground, writhing in pain. It felt as if his whole body was engulfed in fire. Millions of red-hot pins were pricking at his skin; his blood was surely boiling. Draco clenched his fists, and forced himself to be quiet. He would not give Voldemort the sick satisfaction of hearing him scream. Draco pushed himself up from the ground, panting. He laughed bitterly, and said,
"You'll have to do more than that to make me cry!" he said hoarsely.
Voldemort laughed cruelly, and said, "Oh but of course. Lucius, your son has disrespected me. I suggest you teach him a lesson."
Lucius looked at Draco coldly, and said in a steel voice, "I have no son, my Lord. I will take care of him immediately."
Voldemort nodded, "Just don't kill him. Other than that, do whatever you wish. Draco needs to be taught a lesson."
Draco looked at his father in horror. Never before had Lucius said that about Draco, even in the worst of times.
Draco knew he was being stupid; that he knew his father didn't love him, or even care for him, but to hear him say that made him feel like his heart was ripped from his chest and stomped on. He felt his eyes tear up, and he blinked them away, mentally slapping himself for being so stupid.
Draco clenched his fists, looked at his father straight in the eye and said coldly, "Do your worst!" His father, furious, drew out his wand and yelled,
"Stupefy!"
The last thing Draco saw before everything went dark was the concerned face of his godfather.
Draco woke up, his eyes dark and hazy. Where was he? He blinked a couple of times before hearing a loud crack. Suddenly, a hot, stinging sensation hit his back. Draco cried out in shock and pain.
Suddenly, everything cleared up. Draco looked at his surroundings, wide-eyed and fearful. He was in a dungeon, his arms chained to the floor. He saw his father standing close to him, a whip in hand. Along the walls were items of torture. He realized where he was; he was in one of the torture chambers the death eaters used for muggles.
Draco jerked at the chains, hysteria rising. His father was going to beat and torture him (again) but this time he had no reason to stop. Draco was probably officially disowned. He wasn't a Malfoy anymore.
His father snapped the whip against Draco's back again. Draco stifled a cry, and clenched his fists harder.
"Stop that, Draco, you'll only embarrass yourself more." He snapped the whip again. "I'm only doing this for your own good, you know. You have shamed the family enough."
Draco watched in horror as his father reached for a whip with seven strands. That wasn't the worst though; the strands had dull metal pieces tied to the ends, covered in dried blood. (Has anybody seen The Passion? If you have, this scene is similar to that, cept not as long…)
Draco watched his father warily as he slowly walked around Draco. Lucius looked at Draco, and said,
"If only you weren't so stupid, you wouldn't have done this. You could have gotten the dark mark, become powerful and almighty, standing by the dark Lord. But then again, I really cannot see why the Dark Lord would want you as a death eater."
Draco snorted, "He wanted me all right, death eater or not."
Lucius stiffened, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Draco bit his bottom lip. Knowing he'd probably die sooner or later, he decided to throw caution to the wind, "Well, Voldemort is quite fond of me, you know. I think you're loosing your charm, since he obviously likes me better now. Did you not see the way he was looking at me? He must be quite tired you now, you being so old and all. Probably things you're a right whore, shagging anything with power…"
Draco knew he should have stopped talking, but it felt so good to let it all out. He should have expected the inevitable ass kicking from Lucius, but he decided to stay ignorant.
Out of nowhere, the first blow struck. The jagged pieces of metal cut into his skin, and tore it when it was pulled away. Draco gasped in pain, his eyes filling with tears.
The whip came down again and again, ripping and slicing up Draco's back, and sides. Skin was torn from his body, muscle being ripped. Draco was nearly blind with pain. He kept on hearing somebody scream. Who was screaming? When it dawned on him that he was the one screaming, he was in too much pain to care.
The pain was too much to take. It choked him, blinded him. He couldn't think straight. His mind was clouded' he was being smothered. All he could concentrate on was the pain. His back was hot, like it was on fire. It stung, getting worse with each blow.
Draco didn't know when his father stopped using the whip, and switched to Cruciatus instead. All he knew was that there was so much pain. He was going to go mad if this continued any longer.
It did stop, that much he could tell. The hurt wasn't hurting as bad anymore. He tried to speak, say something, anything, but all that came out of his mouth was blood. His cheeks were streaked with blood and tears. He faintly heard his father say something about France, a trip to France. What could that mean?
An image struck his mind, his sister's face. Merlin, he was going to kill Evie! Draco didn't want Evie to die! His vision began to fade, and become hazy. No! Not now! He had to save her, save his twin.
Draco heard a door open, and something was placed over him. The chains were unlocked, and strong arms picked him up. Draco held back a sob when the arms touched his raw, bloody back. There was so much pain. He was faintly aware of a calming voice whispering to him, telling him everything was going to be okay. He was safe. How could he be safe when his sister wasn't? Draco didn't know, because everything went dark.
Severus Snape stood in the middle of the blood splattered torture chamber, holding his near dead godson. He was shaking with rage, silent tears running down his cheeks. He had failed Draco. He promised to protect him always, but he couldn't this time. Snape walked out of the room. This time he would do something right, this time he would save Draco.
End of Chapter Seven.
A/N: What did you think? I'll admit, the torture scene is very…um…bloody and it was terrible trying to write it. Lucius is pure evil in this story.
Well, I hope I haven't disturbed you all too much with this chapter! I hope you will review! Next chapter Draco arrives at Grimmauld Place, and Evie might make an appearance!
Don't hate me for the torture scene! It'll make a great I'll-comfort-you-with-hugs-and-kisses-and-vows-of-love scene between Draco and Harry! Heh heh wink wink nudges elbow into your side Weeee!