Warning! Requires Tissues and pics of Lucius to tear up!

Draco sat stiffly in the middle of his bed, fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt. His father was in the ensuite, preparing a spell of some sort. Draco thought apprehensively that maybe it would've been better to have opted for the belt. At least then he would have know what to expect.

But it was too late now…

"Draco!" The little boy gave a small shudder and made his way hesitantly into the bathroom where Lucius was waiting for him, Draco could detect a faint demeanour of smug victory about his father that made him all the more on his guard. He hovered by the door, awaiting instruction.

"Come here." Lucius ordered, gesturing to a small stool set before a porcelain basin. Obediently, Draco stepped up onto the stool, hands gripping the edge of the sink to keep his balance. His heart was racing now with terrified anticipation and the fear of not knowing what was going to happen.

"Put your hands in the basin." Draco bit his lip, eyeing it dubiously. Lucius, becoming impatient, grabbed his son's wrists and jammed them roughly into the bowl.

Instantly, the magic took over and Draco felt invisible fists gipping his hands so that he couldn't move them an inch. Draco began to panic and struggle,

"Papa…let me go! I don't like it!"

"Shut it!" Lucius snapped, drawing his wand, "You would do well to remember that you chose this, Draco." But Draco wasn't listening,

"Let me go! Let me go!" He cried pulling hard at his invisible restraints.

"DRAY-CO!" Draco jumped and he fell still,

"I'm sorry." He whispered quickly. Lucius made a contemptuous noise in the back of his throat and he raised his wand. The boy's eyes widened and he tried, unsuccessfully, to move away,

"Aguamenti!" A thin jet of steamy water shot out of the tip of Lucius' chestnut wand and into the bowl, rapidly covering Draco's small hands.

At first, the water was so pure, so scolding, that Draco felt nothing but numb heat. Then all of a sudden, the temperature shot up through Draco's arms and he let out an anguished yell of pain,

"Get it off! Please Papa! Make it stop! Please make it stop!" But Lucius just looked on, indifferent to his son's cries and pleas.

After a few minutes, Draco's wails subsided, ending in large, gulping sobs and whimpers. He couldn't feel anything in his hands now, just an odd tingling, burning sensation.

Finally, Lucius released him and Draco fell to the floor landing in a weeping heap at his father's feet. Lucius nudged him with his foot,

"Get up, Boy!" He said sharply, "And stop making that ridiculous noise."

"I-I can't h-h-help it, Papa…" Lucius reached down and grabbed Draco's left arm, yanking him up. Draco wavered, trying to regain his balance, but his feet wouldn't hold him properly. Lucius gave him another hard tug,

"I said, Get up!"

"Please…I-I-I can't. Ow! Stop it! You're hurting me!"

"You think this hurts?" Lucius snarled, twisting his son's frail arm behind his back, "I can make you hurt a hell of a lot more than this." Draco let out a small cry, tears coursing, unchecked, down his face, "Stop crying!" But Draco couldn't stop, as much a he tried, the endless stream kept on coming, making Lucius twist his arm harder and harder until…

SNAP!

Draco screamed.

Stars flashed before him.

And he fell into darkness.

When Draco regained consciousness, he was slumped in the corner of a small, dark room. His arm had been wrapped in a clumsy sling and each hand had been bandaged.

Draco was tired and he hurt all over.

"Please help me, Uncle Sev'rus." He whispered, choking slightly on tears of misery, "I need you…I need you…" And black consumed him again.

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A/N: Hello again! Hope you 'liked' this one. >Nervous giggle

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