Draco's Past

This is a one shot that I have transferred from my other account, enjoy. Don't forget to leave a review xxxxx

Lucius had come back to Malfoy manor from a deatheater meeting in a foul mood. Narcissa had hidden on the other side of the manor; nine-year old Draco had retreated in to his room.

The small child was curled up on his bed shaking in fear; his father was the thing he was most terrified of in the world. If he were to ever face a Bogart then it would no doubt turn into his father.

The loud thundering footsteps made Draco crawl silently into a shadowed corner of his room. The door swung open and the towering form of Lucius Malfoy stood framed in the doorway.

The small boy began to cry in terror 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 so he did as instructed.

When within striking distance Lucius' snake headed cane came forcefully into contact with the younger blonde's cheek, the fangs slicing into his skin and the force of the blow knocked him to the ground.

Draco's pale skin was already bruising and blood trickled from the wound, he looked up into his father's pale grey eyes, looking for the love that a father should show his son but he found nothing that even came close to that.

"Get up boy." He sneered grabbing a fist full of Draco's soft blonde hair and pulling him viciously to his feet. "You are a pathetic excuse for a son."

"Yes father."

Lucius with one hard push made his son fall back onto to his bed. With the swish of his wand Draco was completely undressed and with another complicated wave of his wand his wrists were bound tightly together above his head.

The younger wizard had tears streaming down his pale cheeks; they mixed horribly with the blood. The magical binds were so tight that they cut into his wrists.

"Please father, don't." Draco pleaded but it was no use, Lucius had never once responded to his sons pleading and began to viciously beat his child, Draco's cries seemed to satisfy him more and more each time he brought the cane down upon him.

He did not stop until his son's body was bruised and bleeding beyond belief. It was then he did the most monstrous thing that he could have done, something that had happened to Lucius himself while he served under the Dark Lord. Lucius took off his belt and lowered his trousers and undergarments.

Draco was young and did not understand what was about to happen, he did however know that it was going to hurt as his father parted his legs.

The nine year old could not help but scream as his father entered him without warning or preparation. The pain was beyond that of the Crucio curse. Lucius' actions were unforgivable just as the curse was.

Draco past out long before Lucius was finished with him as the pain engulfed and swallowed him whole.

That had been Draco's ninth birthday and he had never forgotten the events of that evening, even now, eight years later.

His 'father' had left scars that no amount of magic could remove or conceal and that was the reason that he had accepted his destiny as deatheater. He realised that no one could ever save him in the way he wanted to b saved. 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.