Weeks passed since Draco's cruel captivity with the infamous Fenrir Greyback. The first night of his family reunion, the enormous iron gates he had built around his soul opened. Certain abuse he'd suffered he still kept quiet. He couldn't tell his parents everything that had transpired. How Greyback's hands had roved all over every part of his body, his blood soaked tongue in his mouth, how he'd blackened Draco's soul and tore his innocence out with his claws and defiled it.
But everything else he'd shed a light on. The kidnapping, the biting, torture. Fortunately, Draco had avoided becoming infected. He told his mother and father everything else from the very beginning of this nightmare. Since that first encounter in the forbidden forest where Greyback taunted him that he would be his.
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Silence enveloped the dining room. The crystal chandelier sat half shattered on the floor. Bellatrix scoffed, seeing that the dagger she hurled had apparated with Harry Potter and his gang. Dread set in, gripping everyone in the room.
Harry Potter escaped.
The Dark Lord had already been summoned. And they had nothing to show for summoning him. Bellatrix's smile trembled and she shivered, turning around. The horror was already etched on Lucius's face. Narcissa gripped Draco's hand so hard, it felt like his fingers would break.
And then there was a faint pop and a hiss on the air, and an oppressive wave of evil filled the manor.
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Draco lay in his bed, blankets pulled tightly around him. The scent of home intoxicating. It felt like an eternity since he'd last been here. His room was exactly how he had left it. Immaculate, not a single thing out of place, and minimalistic. He recovered his wand that was still lying on the nightstand beside his bed. His fingers balled into fists and his eyes closed.
After Greyback, Scabior and the rest of the snatchers recovered Harry Potter, they lingered around the manor. Though, not after The Dark Lord punished Lucius and Bellatrix. Now, the entire Malfoy family, Bellatrix included were forbidden from leaving the manor. Narcissa took Lucius to their bedroom after The Dark Lord departed. She set him down in their adjacent bathroom and dabbed away the physical wounds that had been left. There were other wounds that couldn't be healed. The Dark Lord didn't touch Narcissa. But he, with intense fury, performed the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix and Lucius numerous times. Draco got it once.
Draco was restless. He didn't trust falling asleep. He didn't know if Greyback was here under house arrest too. If he was…Draco remembered the dark, nasty looks Greyback shot at him while confirming if the captive was Harry Potter. Greyback wasn't the only one with dark looks. Narcissa made immensely certain that Greyback was always at least fifty paces away from Draco at all times. Lucius kept Draco behind his own body, shielding him from the werewolf.
Finally, Draco slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Draco woke earlier than everyone. The sun wasn't even up yet over the mountains in the East. He left his pajamas on as he meandered quietly to the kitchen. He didn't see Bellatrix as he left his bedroom. His parent's bedroom door was still shut. He didn't blame his father for resting, or his mother.
As Draco passed through the darkened hallways of his own home, somebody reached out and grabbed him, a hand over his mouth, an arm around his waist. Panic surged through Draco and he struggled viciously, trying to twist his head around to see his assailant, even though he already knew who it was.
"I bet you thought all of this was over, didn't you? Pretty little Draco." Greyback's dark, taunting voice sent icy shivers over his skin. "I must say, I was impressed when I returned to the cabin and you were nowhere to be found. I have your scent, so deeply lodged inside me that I tracked you some distance away from the cabin. After that, absolutely nothing. Like you vanished from existence."
Draco shrieked, muffled from Greyback's hand as the werewolf tightened his grip on him.
"I didn't think you would have the gall to teach yourself apparition and use it to escape. I was hoping that you would take off on foot, so I could let my pack hunt you down. And then I would ravage you in front of them."
Despite every nerve in Draco's body going off like a tripped alarm, he willed himself to relax. Fighting Greyback physically was a losing battle. He knew this. Besides, all his strength needed to be saved. And his family was here. And they knew. They knew what Greyback had done.
Abruptly, Greyback released Draco, but shoved his body up against the nearest wall. His hand went for Draco's throat, and closed his fingers around it under his chin. Draco gasped and his hands flew up to pull Greyback's crushing hand off throat.
"If you thought I was nasty before," Greyback whispered softly at his ear, "you're going to wish for all of that back before the end."
"Stop it!" Draco struggled to choke out. "You're at a disadvantage here."
"Disadvantage?" Greyback mocked with a laugh. The corners of his mouth fell and a thoughtful expression cross his face. He loosened his grip on Draco's throat. "I see. You told mommy and daddy that I hurt you. No matter. No one in this house is a match for me. I can patiently wait until the end. After all, the Great Malfoy Family just keeps falling, I'll be there to bring you down to Hell with me." His fingers slipped away from Draco's neck. He adjusted his trench coat back over his shoulders. With one last measured look at Draco, he turned off down the hallway.
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Narcissa flipped through the pages of her book. But Draco could see that she wasn't really reading. Her eyes stayed still, staring at nothing and not registering any of the words. Her wand rest in Draco's hand. She had given it to him after Potter had made off with his and Bellatrix's.
"Greyback hasn't been placed under house arrest with us, has he, mother?" Draco asked. Narcissa visibly tensed.
"I don't know what the Dark Lord's orders were."
"How is father?"
"Resting. He is fine enough, but the Dark Lord used the Cruciatus Curse on him a handful of times."
"And Aunt Bella?"
"Hiding in the manor. She is likely distraught about her involved failure." Narcissa gave up on the book, placing it on the table in front of her. She scooted closer to Draco and put a comforting hand on him. "Are you all right, Draco?"
"Fine." Lies. He thought. A lie and a truth tied in together. He was fine now, but with Greyback prowling openly around the manor, despite his both parents knowing about his torment, still did not make the situation any easier.
Narcissa said nothing, but drew her son into a warm hug, holding him closely.
"Keep my wand close, Draco." She whispered. "A fully transformed werewolf will be immune to average spells. However, while he is outside of his transformed werewolf form, we can hold our own against him."
"Can I stun him?"
"It's likely." She responded in a whisper. "Stay away from him. The three of us will travel together around the house. Or we will never be too far from each other."
Draco squeezed her hand in his, and nuzzled into her shoulder, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. Even if it was a false safety. With Greyback in the house, they were all still very much in danger.