Dying Inside

A/N: Yo, yo, yo! I'm back everyone! Thank you for reviewing! Oh, and by the way, this is not a songfic, but I do associate a lot of music with my stories and there will be lyrics and stuff. Not yet though! Okay, I'll remember to spell 'Lucius' right this time! Thanks France3470! Also, I'd like to apologize that I'm not very good at paragraphing ' I get confused at where to start and end them! Please R&R again, even if you already reviewed for the first chapter! Thanks again!

Edit: Disregard this A/N, please. It's old…Even if I still suck at paragraphing! P

.-.-.-.Chapter 2.-.-.-.

---Flashback continued---

Young Malfoy hung his head. Though he was usually a fighter, he knew he couldn't break free and had no chance of escaping his father now. He looked at his wrists, still pale as always, but they were beginning to become sore began to burn because the magical restraints were too tight.

They walked down huge, darkened corridors, walls lined with pictures of his ancestors; much of which were vampires and veelas, explaining the pale skin and silvery-blonde hair. Draco looked up at his father, who still had a straight face, and looked back down, his mind racing. They went down a flight of stairs and Lucius took him into the eerie room where he and Voldemort had been talking. A small, wooden table sat in the middle of the floor now and he led Draco to it. Lucius hit the boy with a spell, causing him to fall weakly to his knees in front of the table. He pulled the cord with a flick of his wand, slamming Draco's arms onto it, his palms facing up. Draco was now starting to breathe heavily again and could feel his heart pounding in his chest, becoming overwhelmed with fear. His father took step forward, looking down at Draco and Voldemort stood at his side.

He shuddered as he looked at the Dark Lord, never having been in such close contact with him. It seemed that just his presence had lowered the temperature in the room and Draco was almost sure that if he would look, he would be able to see his own ragged breath. A feeling of dread hung in the air around them as Lucius glanced at Voldemort and they both nodded. The immortal wizard pulled his wand from his long, black cloak, examined it for a few seconds, and lowered it slowly to Draco's right arm. Draco knew what was happening; He was going to get the Dark Mark, the first step of being initiated as a Death Eater. His whole body was shaking severely. He was so scared and he could feel his eyes burning with unshed tears.

Voldemort stared down at him with his piercing gaze as if he was mentally boring holes into him. The end of his wand touched Draco's arm and immediately he was in excruciating pain; Pain he never thought he would ever feel in his life, it was so intense. He tried to hold it in, but couldn't and he screamed. Already sweaty, and panting he looked at his arm. A black outline of a skull with a snake protruding from it's mouth was forming.

"STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE!" he begged, but his father just laughed and Voldemort never broke his concentration on Draco.

Now the outline was complete, but it was still not done. The facial details were not even started yet, and Draco felt like he was going to die right there. He was pulling hard on his bindings, but with no avail.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bolt of golden light hit them and he fell, hitting the floor with all his weight on his back. The cords were broken.

Lucius and Voldemort turned, but were caught off-guard with another burst of light and both were flung into the opposite wall. Draco climbed to his feet and ran to the door. He stared, tears running down his pale face, at his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"M-mum!!! What are we gonna---" he stammered, but she interrupted.

"Draco, listen to me. I want you to get your broom and some of your things and get out of here. Get to Hogwarts. Fly there, I know you can. You're safe there, they can't hurt you if Dumbledore's there. We haven't much time before those two get back up." she explained quickly, gesturing to Lucius and Voldemort. "I love you, son. Please be careful and don't turn back no matter what! Just please get out of here. Good luck always. Love you SO much, with all of my heart!" she said in between breaths and kissed him on the forehead.

"I love you, Mum." he sobbed and looked over as the two stirred.

"Run!" Narcissa yelled, looking at him and pointing her wand into the room.

Draco nodded and sprinted to his bedroom as fast as his exhausted body would go, his sides aching painfully, and grabbed his black and green custom Firebolt, threw everything he could grab, and emptied drawers of clothes hastily into a huge trunk. He flicked his wand at it, so that it would hang from the back of his broom weightlessly, climbed onto his broom and sped down the stairs back to where his mother was.

"I love you, Draco! Go!" she yelled again as she saw him come back down.

He nodded again, disheveled blonde hair falling in his face. "I love you---" he was cut off.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he heard Lucius bellow and saw his mother fall to the floor. He gasped and wanted so badly to go back after her, but remembered what she told him. Get himself out.

Draco took one last look back at his mother's lifeless body, and with tears streaming, sped through the corridors as fast as he could and finally out into the darkness, the blank stare in her brilliant blue eyes remaining in his mind.

---End Flashback---

.-.-.-.TBC.-.-.-.

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