Mein Drache

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Summary: When Draco sees his rival being tortured and raped by his father, he is revolted. He has to make a decision that could alter his life forever. Save Harry Potter from the clutches of his father and risk his life, or walk away and pretend he never saw it, letting the Gryffindor die at the hands of his father.

CHAPTER ONE: IN THE DUNGEON

Draco woke up suddenly. He was struck with a feeling of dread, although he couldn't say why. He looked around his huge room in the manor. Nothing new there. He wondered if the feeling he had simply came from a nightmare. It was possible, but Draco didn't think that was what was wrong. He cautiously arose from his bed and grabbed his wand. He strode out of his room and began the long walk down the corridor. He knew that if there was trouble in the manor, it was probably in the large dungeon hidden magically by the Fedelius Charm. He was the secret keeper to the dungeon, and his father had been hiding there since escaping the clutches of the ministry. 'No thanks to the giant snake he bows down to,' Draco thought bitterly.

He had turned against the Dark side and Voldemort ever since Voldemort had forgotten about one of his most devoted servants. Draco wondered how he himself had ever wanted to be a servant to anyone, much less a lunatic that hadn't even been able to kill a baby. Although he had turned against the Dark, he had not, and had no intentions of joining the Light either. 'Why risk my life fighting with an old fool that would sacrifice me in a heartbeat if it meant saving Golden Boy?' To Draco, Dumbledore was little better than the evil sadist himself.

Draco pulled himself out of his thoughts, remembering that he needed to check the dungeons. He wondered if it was simply his father torturing someone again. 'But that wouldn't make since, he's tortured and killed loads of people down there, and I've never gotten this feeling before. Something must be wrong with father.' He quickened his pace and after a few minutes, he reached the dungeon entrance located convientely near his wing of the manor. He entered it and crept silently down the hard stone stairs, his grip on his wand tightening. He stopped about 5 steps from the bottom, where he had a clear view of the room. He paled at what he saw. Draco leaned against the stone wall for support, then suddenly realized that if the man in the room were to turn, he would be seen.

Draco crept, catlike, off the stairs and into heavy shadows. He was now shielded from view, but could watch the scene.

He knew he shouldn't be here. That he should go back to his room and forget about this. 'Right, just go back up to my room, and forget all about this lovely sight. Like that'll happen anytime soon.' He already knew that this image would be burned into his memory forever. It was like a train wreck. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. He watched as the man drew a slender finger over the young man's face, in a seemingly lovingly manner. Draco, however, knew that the touch was anything but loving. His father had often touched him the same way before torturing him. Draco had seen numerous people being tortured, raped, and killed at the hands of his father before, but this was different than the other ones somehow. It wasn't everyday you saw The Boy Who Lived powerless and beaten by a Malfoy.

Lucius was now pulling Harry's bloody shirt off of his torso. Harry had seemingly stopped fighting against anything. Draco knew he would simply take whatever was coming to him, and was suddenly struck with a feeling of hopelessness. If the so-called savior of the wizarding world was in this condition, the earth was in some serious shit. He took a closer look at Harry's face, and saw resignation and apathy, as well as hopelessness and defeat. He actually felt sorry for his childhood rival. Lucius yanked down his pants, exposing several more cuts and bruises, his chest, arms and face being covered in them. Harry was now hanging naked on the wall in chains. His head drooped submissively. Draco could hear Lucius mumbling to Harry, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Lucius then undid the chains, letting Harry fall to the floor. Harry didn't even have enough time to get up when Lucius yelled "Crucio!"

The world (or maybe it was just his head, he didn't know) started spinning as Draco watched the leader of the Light scream and writhe in agony on the dungeon floor. Lucius looked out him and laughed, no doubt highly amused that the savior of the wizarding world could be reduced to this. After a few minutes, Lucius ended the spell and strapped Harry down to a cold-looking metal table. Draco thought Harry probably knew what was coming next. Lucius pulled down his own pants, and cast a warming spell around himself to protect him from the cold dungeon air. Lucius bent down and began whispering things in Harry's ear. Draco could only imagine what he was saying. Then, he pulled back a little, lined himself up with Harry's opening, and shoved. Harry let out a piercing scream, and Draco tried hard to refrain from retching.

Harry's scream had been worse than the ones he had let out while under the Cruciatus Curse, and those had been horrible. Lucius continued thrusting in and out of Harry, and after the first scream, Harry had been silent save for the occasional whimper or groan. After he came, Lucius loosened Harry from the table, and forced him down onto his knees. He then proceeded to force Harry to suck him off. Draco saw that Harry looked like he wanted to vomit. He also looked like he wanted to die. After Lucius had came for the second time that night, he chained Harry back up to the wall with a promise that he'd come back soon. He left the dungeons. As soon as the door closed, Draco heard Harry retching.

He walked from his corner towards Harry. It was now pitch black in the dungeon, seeing as how Lucius had taken off his lighting charm on the room. "Lumos", Draco whispered, igniting his wand. He went over to Harry's now unconscious form, covered in puke. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. He looked closer at Harry, seeing that hardly and skin had been left unmarked. The Cruciatus Curse had been administered to Harry's form at least once that night, probably more. Harry was in terrible shape. Draco couldn't help but feel a bit of triumph at the fact that his father had beaten and broken the Boy Who Lived. Lucius could kill Harry right now, do what the Dark Lord himself couldn't do. 'But does he really deserve any of this?' Draco thought. 'Really, he didn't do anything at all, except be born and survive, and you can hardly blame him for that.

'But he is an arrogant prat,' he thought in his father's defense. 'But aren't I much more arrogant than he is? We may have even been friends if I hadn't insulted his friends and acted better than them. Of course,' Draco thought with a mental smirk, 'I am better than the Weasel and the Mudblood.' Draco then thought about what he was thinking. 'True, even if he is annoying at school, did he really deserve all of this? Nothing of what happened in his life was his fault. Really, it was all Voldemort's fault.' Realizing that what he was doing could be called defending Harry, he deciding he wasn't thinking right since it was too late and he was in a cold, dark dungeon. He knew he would be able to think properly after a good night's sleep. With that, he went up to his bedroom and climbed into bed.