Chapter Three

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): violence, language, rape (not graphic)

'This is all your fault.' Draco grumbled as he was pushed roughly along a dimly lit corridor. 'If you hadn't transformed in the middle of Diagon Alley, they never would have figured out. THEN they wouldn't have grilled my father about me, then tortured me for information about Harry.'

'Stuff it blondie, I didn't let me get caught. You did that.' Draco growled as he was shoved into a cell.

"Don't worry little Malfoy, your boyfriend will be joining you shortly." Bellatrix cackled. Draco ignored her and she shut the door with a bang.

'How was I supposed to know father would be grilled!' Draco bit his lip to keep from crying. Krad kept silent and both basked in their stupidity until another body was thrown into the cell. He crawled over to the moving body.

"So they got you." The figure, Dark, shot up with a start only to ram his head into Draco's.

"OWOWOW!" Dark rubbed his forehead and Draco winced and rubbed his own. "Draco?" The boy nodded with a petulant glare. "Why are you down here?"

"Father dearest knew out about Krad because no one erased his memory. The Deatheaters grilled him about it and they found out about you and Harry." Draco grumbled. "They dragged me down here and I've been down here for a while."

"Peachy…" Dark grumbled. The thief sighed and looked around.

"There's no way out. I've already searched, so has Krad." Dark cursed and Draco smirked. "Someone's probably getting the Dark Lord. It'll only be hours until we're both dead."

"Pardon? Did I just hear you say you're giving up?" Draco shrugged one shoulder. "I don't think so! I'm fighting this madman."

"Oh? And I suppose you'll defeat him?" Draco asked sarcastically. Dark smirked and leaned foreword.

"No, we'll defeat him." Draco yelped in surprise. "Harry and I, I mean, we are powerful. More so than Dumbledore and Voldie combined."

"Impossible!" Draco muttered.

"Ha! You wish! But I also have something they don't." Draco cocked an eyebrow. "I have the power to absorb power."

"Pardon?" Dark smirked.

"It's a hidden talent. I can absorb curses, spells, and a persons power if I will it."

"Then how did they manage to catch you?" Draco sneered. Dark frowned.

"I let my guard down. It won't happen again." Draco snorted and they waited the rest of the time in silence.

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"Awww..does the pretty boy not want to scream?" Draco winced as Walden McNair drew a knife down Dark's stomach. His own stomach clenched in sympathy. "But I want to hear you scream!"

"Fuck you asshole!" Dark spat, making Draco's lips quirk. Krad was also shaking in silent laughter as they watched Dark. Draco winced when the knife plunged into Darks thigh, and nearly screamed when the Deatheater beside him repeated his comrade's action.

Then, not much longer after, a cloaked figure stepped into the room. The Deatheaters bowed and Dark smirked. "Hello Moldy-Voldie."

"Dark….no…" Draco moaned. He was ignored as Voldemort stepped closer.

"Such insolence." Voldemort hissed. Draco tuned out their conversation as someone stepped foreword and touched his thigh. When he turned back to Dark, after a well-placed glare at the pervert beside him, Voldemort was standing between his legs encased in a white light.

"DARK! HARRY!" Draco screamed. Voldemort was suddenly shoved back and after rightening himself, he waved his wand. Nothing happened. "Oh my god…." Suddenly a light exploded, knocking all the Deatheaters back. The ones closest were killed, the rest knocked out. Voldemort was staring at his wand in shock.

Then Dark was free, but Draco was in too much shock to hear what he was saying. The other boy waved his hand and Voldemort collapsed.

"Are you okay?" Dark asked him. Draco nodded after a moment and Dark covered him in a cloak. "We need to get out of here. The Deatheaters that are unconscious will wake up soon, and we need to get Snake-man to Dumbledore."

"O-o-okay."

TBC

A bit shorter, but we're almost done!