Draco's concealed past
Before I begin this chapter I would say that this is purely for those who enjoyed the first chapter (which was meant to be a one shot) but I have now decided to turn it into a fully fledged story.
Chapter one
Draco hated it, he hated the fact that he had been told, no, ordered to kill Dumbledore, a man who he held at least a little respect for, he had wanted so much to except his offer and flee Voldermort but he had now been stuck in Malfoy Manor all summer with the knowledge that the only man who thought he was worth saving was dead.
His father, if you could call Lucius that, had been broken out of Azkaban by Bellatrix who had also taken up hiding in the Manor, he was having one hell of a summer, hell meaning literally, he had been broken and abused so many times that he was too scared to leave his room.
No one could help him now; he knew that he was a lost cause, nothing to anyone, just another pawn in the great battle that would play out in only a matter of time. As he lay in bed, unable to sleep he had thought up countless cunning plans to escape the confines of the manor, to throw himself at Harry Potter's feet and beg for forgiveness.
He was still that same little boy that wanted to be rescued, he had never hated Potter, only envied him, for having true friends who would drop everything to come his aid, no questions asked, he had no one to do that for him, everyone he socialised with was in the same position of terror, their parents all forcing them into the Dark Lords service.
It was on the Monday of the last week of August that his wish came true, he was tending to a split lip, bruised ribs and a broken wrist, more of his father's handy work when there was a loud crash downstairs, followed by shouts and screams.
He locked the door of the bathroom and huddled between the wall and the toilet, something was wrong and he was unable to do anything to defend himself thanks to his father and his violent ways. He started to shake in fear as footsteps fell outside the door; commands were shouted by a familiar voice that took him a moment to recognize.
"Draco is no where to be found." Someone shouted, "Snape, Bellatrix and Lucius are detained in the hall."
"We're not leaving until we get what we came for." The voice was Harry's; Draco was sure, through his tears he called out for help. He knew that he looked a state, clothes torn and bloodied but this was his way out.
"Help me" He called out for the third time, he heard the lock click open and he swathe door swing open, Harry Potter stood in the doorway, wand in hand, ready to strike and defend himself should he need to.
"Draco?" He said cautiously taking a step forward looking around the blue tiled room, then his eyes fell upon the sorry sight that was Draco Malfoy. He stowed his wand away at the small of his back, tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
He pulled Draco out from his hiding place and gathered him up in his arms despite much groaning from Draco who was very clearly in a lot of pain.
"Let's get him back to Hogwarts, take the prisoners back to Azkaban, they won't be able to escape it now it's under the control of the Goblins."
"Yes Harry." Another familiar voice said however Draco was in too much pain to care too much who Harry had at his beck and call.
They were taken back to Hogwarts where Draco was placed under the care of Poppy and Hermione who was training to be a medi-witch as she despised violence and preferred a more passive role in the war.
"Will he be okay Mione?" Harry asked looking at the blonde in a concerned manor.
"Minor injuries that are new but there is something worrying me about his condition."
"What is it?"
"It appears that he has been sexually assaulted on more than one occasion, from this I can conclude that his injuries were not accidental, you may want to speak with him when he wakes."
"Of course I will, is he awake now?"
"We gave him a potion when he got in; he'll be awake in a couple of hours."
"I'll be back then."
Draco awoke to the sounds of a bustling hospital wing, for a moment he didn't know where he was; thinking that perhaps he was back at Malfoy Manor and his father was in the room with a few other deatheaters, they did so enjoy watching.
He sat up and surprisingly it didn't hurt, Hermione granger bustled over to him and handed him a potion which he looked at with suspicion. "Oh Draco, just drink it, it's not going to hurt you."
Cautiously he drank it and the throbbing pain in his wrist dulled to a slight ache. "Thank you." He told her, then he remembered that Harry had come to save him from his father and the other deatheaters. "Granger, can I ask you a question?"
"As long as you call me Hermione, we're on the same side now Draco."
"Right, how did Potter, sorry, Harry know that I wasn't a deatheater?"
"He was there that night that Dumbledore died, he saw everything that happened, he knew you wanted out and went to get you."
"Where is he now?"
"He's right here." Said a voice behind Hermione, "Ron's group will be back tonight, they're uninjured so I'll have a word with Poppy to see if you can have the night off," He said to Hermione.
"Thank you Harry." She said going over to help Poppy with one of her patients, Harry turned to Draco who was propped up on some pillows.
"Mione wanted me to talk to you."
"She did?"
"Yes, I know what happened to you, what your father did to you, I assume it was your father."
"It was."
"Well he's back in Azkaban now, along with Snape and Bellatrix, you don't have to worry about him any more. There is no way that they're getting out this time, goblins stand guard now, not dementors."
"What happened to the dementors?"
"They crossed over, they are Voldermorts most powerful allies but they cannot cross into the school grounds, everyone within this castle is safe from harm as always."
"I want to help you fight him."
"Then you will, we need everyone that we can get, I'll assign you to a team when your fit enough to leave the hospital wing."
"No, I want to help you."
"Well you can't, I work alone, get well soon Draco."
"Thank you."
Harry inclined his head before he turned on his heel and left, Hermione went back over to the blonde who was beginning to feel a little sleepy after the potion.
"No one knows what Harry's doing but every once and a while he disappears and when he comes back he has a strange object, last time it was a locket. So don't take it personally, not even Ron or I know what he's up to, I think it has something to do with what Dumbledore was up to but we can only guess."
Draco nodded lay back to dwell on this; he could not do so for long as sleep over took him.
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