Chapter 14

"Fee fi foo fum

I smell the blood of an asylum"

-Monty Python

I don't pay attention when the sound of click resonates in the room.

When I look up I can feel my eyes as if they've hallowed more so and my face is eating them up.

There's a big bald man of African decent and a woman with vivid pink hair and scrunched features coming in the room. Flanked by two other people I recognize as the Auror that terrorized me in school and the other as one of the men who arrested my father.

I'm staring right at them but I can't help but get the feeling that I'm not at all really seeing them. Instead I accept my fate to these people who I cannot get myself to feel anything about.

The silence that seems impervious continues long. But instead of dwelling on the shame that I am expected to feel I look down at my hands and watch the bones jut out from rough and calloused hand. They have suffered so much during the past months.

Months…

Why does it feel like decades?

"Where is he?" The rough harsh voice of Ex- Professor (the real one) asks.

I shrug.

"Take this." A deeper timber says while holding a glass of water. The black fingers wrapped around translucent glass and the liquid inside it. I take it and drink it. Tasting the slight tang of Veritaserum in the otherwise untainted water. There is no copper taste that I've become accustomed to.

"Where is he?"

The answer is ripped from my mouth.

"I don't know."

"Where is Severus Snape?"

"Alive."

"What were you doing in London?"

"Dying. Surviving. Pissing in the rain."

"Do you know where the Death Eaters are?"

"Scattered."

"Where?"

"I don't know."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead."

"Both?"

"Might as well be."

"Where is Voldemort?"

"Riddle House."

"Where is that?"

"I don't know."

"Where is Greyback?"

"Durham."

"Do you know where?"

"No."

"How many ranks does he have?"

"90"

"… Are all of them werewolves?"

"No. There are a majority of vampires, giants and trolls, the werewolf bite is starting to kill off those infected."

"Dementor's?"

"The Dark Lord has control of them."

"Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

"Why did you leave?"

"…"

"Don't fight it, boy!"

"Because I could."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not completely insane. Or a murderer. Or at all evil."

"Then what are you?"

"A Fuck- Up."

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I'm sitting at a rather large table surrounded by people I've known to be close the The Old Man before he died.

They are talking English and I understand every word.

But it still feels like they are talking in another language.

"What are you going to do?" The question has caught me off by surprise. Prof-- Headmistress McGonagall is staring at me intently.

I shrug.

Alastor Moody starts to say "We could use the boy…"

The Auror Tonks says "He deserted them Moody, he's useless."

The discussion on my worthlessness continues on.

Suddenly the door bursts open and in comes the true bane of my essence.

The Fuckin' Gryffindork Trio.

Potter's face is red with malice and he's staring at me.

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE HERE! "

"Harry!" All the adults look shocked.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BROUGHT THE BASTAR---"

"Harry James Potter! Sit down and I don't want to here any language from you." The red headed woman that slipped me the Sleeping Draught is very commanding and appears to reign in this cult of sorts.

Potter sits all the while glaring at me.

I don't care though.

Headmistress McGonagall is staring at me.

"I don't know what to do with you Mr. Malfoy…"

"Feed him to the werewolves when they come." It's the doubles that say this. Both staring at me as if they are mimes…

"Don't be so crude." It's the red head I seen Greyback attacking that night at Hogwarts. There's a woman whose Veela ancestry is clear sitting right beside him.

"Why are you here Malfoy?" The Mudblood is talking to me. She has a steel look to her eyes.

"Ignore them Draco. Tell me are you hiding? From Voldemort and Snape?" It's Werewolf Professor. The one who wore the rags.

I look down at the table.

"No." I can here a snort on the right of me.

"Then why were you on the street?"

I look up. My eyes feel like lead in my skull. Cold and somewhat poisoning.

"Because I choose to."

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A/N: The Truth Serum thing I made it so that it wasn't really necessary because Draco would have told them the truth anyways. So his answers are probably a bit more elaborate then they would've been if he hadn't been cooperating.