Disclaimer: Thank J.K. Rowling for the characters and me for the scenario.
I'm not one for swearing, but I know most people in Harry Potter probably do so I'll try my best.
Thanks for the reviews! I'm planning on continuing this, so don't worry, it will be a Harry/Draco, but I like relationships to take a while to begin so you're in for a wait before the snogging commences. I'm trying to make each chapter around 2,000 words or more, so they'll be decently long.
-DA-
The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was that he was warm, which was odd since the Dursleys liked to keep their house at least freezing temperature, if not below. The second thing he noticed was that he couldn't open his eyes, as if they were held shut by a spell. That was when he remembered the alley and the Death Eater. He sat up quickly, trying to open his eyes but they wouldn't open. Cautiously reaching up he felt a slight shock of magic that burnt his finger when he tried to remove it.
Great, I'm in a room in some Death Eater's house, I can't see, and I've got no wand, Harry thought, patting his back pocket where he kept his wand to find it empty.
Slowly he started feeling around him to get his bearings. He was laying on a bed, a very soft bed with smooth sheets and a warm comforter. Following the bed with his hand until he came to an edge on his right side he moved his legs out from under the blanket, slid them down to the floor, which was hard and cold, and stood up, keeping a hand on the bed for support. When he tried to take a step forward, he noticed too late his legs were bound together at the ankles and went toppling over, his elbow hitting the edge of a nightstand and knocking something off of it and onto the floor, where it shattered a second after he had hit the ground.
Footsteps sounded outside the room before he heard a door open somewhere to his left. His head was still aching from where he had hit the ground when he was pulled up by his arms and held away from the person, as if they were looking him over.
"You don't seem to have sustained any damage, Potter, that's good. The Dark Lord has promised me a nice reward once I give you to him, but you must be unscathed." The silky voice said in front of him and he tensed as he realized where he was.
"Malfoy." He spat, wrenching himself out of the older man's grip and falling back onto the bed, waiting for whatever the man had ready for him.
"I suppose that means you know where we are then? Too bad you can't enjoy the sights the Manor offers, though the Dark Lord will come to get you soon enough. He is a merciful man; he may allow you some sights before he kills you." Malfoy said, the sneer obvious in his voice.
Harry didn't trust himself to give a reply that would help his situation any, so he remained silent, letting his mind wander when Lucius started telling him the rules of Malfoy Manor. He doubted they'd let him out of the room long enough to break any rules, if they let him out at all.
A sharp slap to his face brought him out of his thoughts and into reality, where he felt Lucius Malfoy drawing closer until Harry could feel soft puffs of breath on his face.
"You will pay attention when I speak, Potter, or you'll find my hospitality short-lived. " The breath moved away before he resumed talking," Draco will be taking care of you, he's not as easy to win over as those House Elves you're so fond of. There is a bathroom connected to this room, for your private use. You'll find it on the other side of your bed. Meals will be delivered three times a day by Draco, and I expect you not to waste my food. I've taken the liberty of disposing of your possessions, though your owl nearly took my finger off when I wrung its neck. Don't worry too much, Potter, our krup enjoyed the new toy immensely."
Harry could feel the smirk creep across Malfoy's face, which he wished he could hex into oblivion. Footsteps sounded from outside the room before the door opened.
"Father, Bellatrix is here. She wants to see Potter." Draco's voice sounded nervous, as if he didn't like being near Harry. For good reason, anyone I'm near dies because of me, Harry thought bitterly, his heart aching over Hedwig.
"Stay here, I'll deal with Bella." Lucius replied and Harry heard him walk away, the door closing behind him.
"Looks like you're in over your head for the last time, Potty. Bellatrix is here to get the prophecy from you before handing you over to the Dark Lord. If you're lucky she'll break your mind so you forget all the people you've killed." Harry couldn't see him but he imagined the younger Malfoy leaning against the doorframe casually. His voice seemed calmer now that he didn't have to get Lestrange and be alone with her.
"I haven't killed anyone, Malfoy. Not like your father, I bet the sick bastard promises the muggles and muggle-born mercy then kills them when they thank him. Your mother probably plays with the men, seducing them and when they think she's in the bag she stabs them in the back." Harry said, laughing hollowly.
"Don't you dare talk about my parents that way. They're on the winning side unlike you and your friends. My mother wishes she could be out there killing mudbloods and muggles, but she's not a Death Eater."
"Coulda fooled me, she looks bad enough to have been in Azkaban for years. Maybe she-" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence, since Malfoy had chosen that moment to walk across the room and throw a punch into his face.
Star exploded in the blackness of his vision as he felt his head meet with the bedspread. Dimly he was aware of other people entering the room before a woman's voice spoke up.
"Looks like Draco's already beaten me to it, Lucius. Don't be too hard on him, it's not his fault the ikkle baby couldn't take a weak likkle punch. Why don't you tell Auntie Bella about that teensy prophesy? It might save wee Potter from something worse than a punch."
Pushing himself back up he grinned wickedly in the direction Bellatrix's voice had come from," Too bad Professor Dumbledore never thought to tell it to me. I wouldn't consider telling you for a second if I knew it, if threatening me is all you're going to do."
"Well, we might just have to move from threats to something better, won't we, ikkle baby?" There was a small pause where Harry heard a bit of rustling before Bellatrix spoke again. "Crucio."
-DA-
Mrs. Weasley glanced at the clock once more, just to make sure she hadn't been imagining it. She hadn't been. The arrow designated to Harry, which they'd installed not long ago, had moved from "lost" to "mortal peril." She'd owled Lupin and Moody immediately when it had moved from home, and they'd gone to find the Dursley's house nothing but broken timbers and ashes with no sign of the muggles or Harry.
They'd gotten no clue as to where he could be, and everyone was frantic. Fred and George had tried cheering everyone up by pointing out that Harry's arrow hadn't disappeared, like it would if he died and that Harry was probably doing some reckless stunt, like trying to teach a Norwegian Ridgeback that Death Eaters and Voldemort were chew toys.
Ginny had locked herself in her room and tried different spells to find out where Harry was, but nothing had worked. Ron and Hermione had gotten over the worried stage and were practicing hexes to curse whoever had taken Harry until they resembled nothing more than a slug.
"Molly, any change in the clock?" Remus' voice came from the fireplace and she hurried over, looking down at Lupin's face, which looked even more worn out than usual.
"Yes, it's gone from 'lost' to 'mortal peril'. Any clue of where he could be, Remus?"
"We questioned some neighbors of the Dursley's and they said they'd seen some hulking fellows in dark cloaks gathering around the house around 9 o'clock last night. One said they'd seen a tall woman with deep set eyes and dark, scraggly hair. I'm guessing it was Bellatrix."
Mrs. Weasley let a sob escape before sitting down in the chair before the fire.
"We have to find him; if the Death Eater's got him they've got his wand and his only means of defense. Severus has gone to their side so there's no one to help him or to help us find him."
"Mum! The clock's changed to traveling!" The twins yelled in unison from the kitchen.
"Remus, he's moving. I'll owl Arthur and see if any of the Death Eaters failed to show up at the ministry today." Mrs. Weasley said, rushing over to pigwidgeon's cage.
"All right, I'll get Moody and we'll do patrols around some of the Death Eaters' houses. And Molly, get some sleep. You haven't stopped worrying since his arrow left 'home'." He smiled weakly up at her before disappearing from the fire.
-DA-
Pain stabbed him everywhere as he writhed on the bed, his screams mixing with Bellatrix's laughter. His very being was afire and it never seemed to end. After a few more moments the pain lifted and he stayed still, trying to breathe without putting his chest into more torment than it was already in.
"Was it too much for the baby? Maybe if you tell Bella all about that muggle-lover and his prophecy she'll give you time to rest before the Dark Lord comes." Her tone was teasing, and he felt her hand cup his cheek for a second before he jerked his head away from her, groaning at the new waves of pain he brought.
"Wouldn't tell… if I knew…" Harry gasped, relaxing slightly when he felt her move away.
"Well then, I guess we'll have to try again. Crucio."
The pain started anew, agony washing over his body once more. It went on and on, longer than before, continuing even after Bellatrix's laughter had stopped. He began to fade from consciousness, losing all sense of time and feeling except for the torture he was enduring. Then he heard a small raspy voice speaking against his screams.
"Stop… Stop it!" The pain ended but he still ached, his mind searching for knowledge of why he was hurting when Draco spoke up again, "The- the Dark Lord wanted him unharmed, right? I think losing his mind counts as harmed."
"Do not tell me what I shouldn't do, boy. The Dark Lord trusts me enough to let me make my own decisions." She snapped back at him.
"He is right, though, Bella. I doubt he'd be able to tell us the prophecy if you mangle his mind like the Longbottoms." Lucius said calmly, his voice coming from the same direction Draco's had.
Longbottom… I know that name… Neville... That's right, he's a classmate of mine…Harry thought, clinging to the memory as he started remembering more of himself.
"Fine. But get him off the floor. The Dark Lord wants him at the meeting and I don't want him looking bad in front of our master." Bellatrix growled, and Harry heard her walk out of the room.
"Next time, speak up before she tortures him, so you're not stopping her fun. She looked like she wanted to cast the Cruciatus on you for interrupting her. Come now, let's get Potter downstairs. I doubt he'll survive apparition, so you and he'll use the floo." Lucius said, as hands picked Harry up easily and set him on his feet, where he swayed dangerously," Alright Potter, follow me. Draco's behind you so you can't escape."
Harry didn't say anything, he was afraid if he opened his mouth he'd vomit on Malfoy, and he doubted he'd get out of that without a few scars. The presence in front of him started moving out of the room and he followed slowly, using his hands to follow the walls as Lucius led him through the Manor, Draco following behind and prodding him with his wand whenever Harry paused for too long. Eventually Harry's bare feet met with a soft carpet and Lucius stopped walking, almost causing Harry to bump into him, though Draco had grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"About time. I was ready to apparate there on my own. The baby hold you up?"
"I suppose it would be somewhat… confusing for someone to move about a house… they've never been in blindly, but that's just an… assumption." Harry said, his voice still raspy from screaming. Reaching up and lightly touching the small circlet of magic that kept his eyes shut, he
"Quiet, you. Be grateful we haven't killed you yet, though your time will come soon enough. Silencio. " Lucius muttered, grabbing Harry's arm after he put his wand away and leading him around obstacles in the room until Harry felt heat by his side. The fireplace, Malfoy and I'll floo somewhere…
"Draco! Get over here. You'll floo together, to Snape Manor. Get the powder. Okay, take Potter. We'll head outside of the wards so we can apparate." Lucius gave Harry a shove, causing him to stumble slightly before Draco caught his arm.
"C'mon, Potter." Draco stepped towards the fire, pausing a moment, where Harry assumed he was throwing in the powder, before dragging Harry into the flames, who resigned himself for the worst.
"Stay still. Diagon Alley!" Draco yelled, before the whooshing of fireplaces rushing past them started.