A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry it's been so long! This story is just so hard to get inspiration for... Anyway, here's the long awaited chapter!
Chapter 3
Escape From Malfoy Manor
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life- "Welcome to My Life" Simple Plan
Flashback
Draco lounged lazily on his bed, staring blankly up at the black silk hangings of his canopy. He sighed heavily, bored out of his mind with nothing to do. Staying at Malfoy Manor wasn't exactly a vacation to the Bahamas or anything. No, this place was more like a prison to him than anything else. Draco had spent the worst years of his life in that dreadful, cold, depressing castle-like mansion. Some memories haunted him more than most; plaguing his dreams and making him fear for his safety everytime he dared to leave his room. Thankfully, the times he left his chambers were a rarity, especially now. He and his father, even after already loathing each other with ever fiber of their beings for over a decade, weren't exactly on good terms at the moment, and that was really saying something. It took ever ounce of their self control to keep from cursing each other when they were in the same room. The cause of this problem of course...sprouted from the ever present issue of when he was to be initiated as a Death Eater.
Draco was trying his hardest to delay the date as much as he could. Though, he was finding it exceedingly hard not to just scream out at his father that he had no intention at all of pledging his life to the Dark Lord; that he was going to run away with Alana when they graduated Hogwarts and there'd be nothing that Lucius could do to stop him.
Alana…Draco thought, a wistfully smile playing upon his lips.
If anything could lift his dark mood, it was thinking of his love; Alana Kaligaris. The past year at Hogwarts he'd fallen hopelessly head-over-heels in love with the Ravenclaw witch. She'd been the first person, aside from Jezebel and Blaise, that's actually understood him, that hadn't judged him just because of who he was. She had been so kind and compassionate towards him. They'd helped each other, listened to each others problems, hopes, and dreams. In time, they'd found themselves in love with one another; a love so deep and strong that nothing could break it. It had been challenged of course by Draco's ex-girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. She'd tried to separate them by trying to kill Alana…twice.
In the end though, nothing could keep them from each other and his father would be no exception. He'd made a promise to Alana, a promise which he knew she wore around her neck each and everyday in the form of a ring. It was his promise ring, a ring that promised that he'd always love her and one day…he'd make her his wife and they live as all the fairytales stated: happily ever after.
But for now, they were forced to be apart for the summer, their only form of communication being the letters they wrote back and forth to each other. Alana's letter offered Draco some small manner of comfort, but his heart still yearned to be where she was. Guildford was quite a ways from where he was, at least an hour. And Draco highly doubted that he could slip away unnoticed to go visit. His father seemed set on keeping him locked up in the manor this summer, keeping him from outside contact other than the Death Eaters that were frequently in their home.
The Parkinson's had turned up thankfully before he'd come home to complain to Lucius about their daughter being shipped off to Azkaban. Even though his father hadn't been pleased with Draco's involvement, Lucius had merely told them that there was nothing that he could do for them. Jezebel and Blaise were both off on their own vacations, and Draco didn't know where the former had gone to. Other than the appearance of Crabbe and Goyle, Draco had seen no one from school. He kept mainly to his rooms, even having his meals brought up to him. His mother came up to check on him at least three times a day, staying for at least an hour or so.
Draco really did pity the woman who'd had to live with his father even longer than he himself had. Even after all those years of mental and physical abuse, she still remained warm and gentle towards Draco. They'd always had a bond between them, which had grown stronger once he'd come back from school. After being with Alana and talking to her for hours on end about his home life, Draco realized that his mother wasn't really as overly-attentive as he thought she'd been. She was just being a mother, worrying about her baby growing up in a world she wished he knew nothing about. He knew that Narcissa didn't want to lose him because he was the only blessing in her otherwise dark and lonely life.
He had come to trust his mother, knowing that she wouldn't betray him to his father. Grant it, he hadn't told her about the whole plan with the Alana and the Order yet, but in time he would. Draco had confided in her that he was going to marry Alana one day and that nothing could keep him from that. She'd been perfectly calm through all of it, and Draco had been able to see her coming to love Alana as he did when he described her to his mother. When he knew that she had accepted his choice, Draco had made another promise to himself. He was going to rescue his mother too. He'd take her away from this awful life of death and destruction, far away to live with him and Alana if need be…just as long as she was safe and away from the monster that was her husband.
But for now, the plans he'd made for his future where the only things that kept him sane in his captivity. When he was able to think about them or his sweet Alana, Draco felt as if he was leaving the manor behind him. He felt somewhat complete. Total completeness was something he'd only be able to feel when he was finally back in Alana's arms once more. Draco moaned out loud at this desire, letting it flow through his body. He missed her. God, he missed her something awful! Draco wanted to be with her right now, right that very second. He wanted to hold her close in his arms and never let go. He wanted to say all the things he'd been dying to tell her since they'd left each other at the train station.
He wanted to feel her small body pressed right up against his, letting her melt the iciness of his heart. He wanted to touch her; he wanted to be one with her again. Sometimes he woke up in the dead of night, yearning for Alana with insatiable lust. And he wanted to kiss her. Oh God, did he ever want to kiss her! When his lips met with hers, Draco knew what it was like to feel whole. He knew happiness; he knew love. If nothing else, her love was all he needed. Her love was what kept him going and made him get out of bed every morning, even if it meant being in a God forsaken place such as the manor. Knowing that she loved him, Draco had the strength to deal with his father and bear through the miseries of being confined in those walls of stone.
But as Draco thought of his angel, he couldn't help but feel weary. He'd only been up for a couple hours, three…maybe four. It was just enough time for him to eat, shower, and dress. He'd read for awhile on the black leather couch in front of the fireplace in his salon, silently praying for Alana to write him a letter. His mood always did lighten a little when he heard the familiar tapping of his owl's beak on the window. Each letter was like having Alana sitting in front of him, telling him how much she missed him and how she wished he was there with her. Draco kept all of her letters locked up in a secret compartment somewhere in his desk with a spell only he could use to open it, afraid that his father would find them and discover their plan. Sadly, no letters had come. After waiting aimlessly for a letter, Draco now found himself back in his bedroom, lying on his perfectly made bed.
At least the house elves are good for something…Draco couldn't help but think.
He suppressed a shiver when he thought of the rampage Granger would go on if she heard him talking like that. Hell, at the moment…Draco would be over-joyed just to have her company. He'd even be happy to converse with Potter and Weasley. Anything was better than this torture. Draco didn't try to stifle the yawn that escaped his mouth. He hadn't slept well since the night before he'd boarded the Hogwarts Express. Come to think of it…he never slept soundly without Alana's body snuggled right up against his. His eyes shut, trying to imagine her in all her beauty. Long, thick waves of mahogany hair; smooth, creamy cocoa skin; thin, yet curvious frame; sweet, intoxicating lavender and freesia scent; and those vibrant and luminous sapphire eyes…all of these made up the goddess he loved and worshipped. How he just wanted to be with her. What he would give to hear her voice…to feel her touch.
Suddenly, Draco felt oddly cold. He reached down and pulled the green fleece blanket that lay at the end of his bed over his body. His body huddled up close together under the sheet, seeking any form of warmth it could get. One thing about Malfoy Manor was no matter what time of year it was or how many fireplaces you had going; it was always cold wherever you went. As he felt fatigue coming to claim him, Draco wondered what Alana was doing at the moment. He wondered if she was thinking of him as well. He wondered if she was missing him as much as he was missing her.
"Alana…" He murmured as he was beginning to drift off to sleep, knowing it would be the first restful one in weeks.
But then, his world was shattered when a knock sounded at the door. His silver eyes snapped open, narrowing automatically. He let out a low growl of annoyance when the knocker banged on his door again. Tossing the blanket off of his body with a flourish, Draco leaped nimbly off of his bed and strode briskly from his bedroom into the salon. Another knock rung out and Draco's scowl deepened.
If it's the bloody elves again, I'm going to…His thoughts trailing off as he thought of all the horrible ways he could torture the poor creatures for disturbing his peace.
Just as the person knocked for the fourth time, Draco threw open the door and shouted, irritably, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!"
When he saw who stood in his doorway, the angry look from his face fell immediately. Draco's wide, silvery gray eyes stared into the clear blue ones of Narcissa Malfoy. The tall, pale woman stood gazing down at him with a seemingly blank and calm look about her face, only her eyes betraying her amusement as she brushed past him into his room. For a moment, Draco stood in the doorway, gaping, before finally shutting the door and watching his mom walking idly about the room.
"Sorry if I disturbed you, Sweetheart." Narcissa stated in a soft voice.
"N…no, that's…it's quite alright." Draco stammered, running a hand embarrassedly through his hair. "I apologize for my rude behavior, Mother. I…you just…caught me by surprise."
"It's alright." She replied, finally settling down onto the couch elegantly.
As Draco stood near the fireplace, looking at his mother, he realized how beautiful she actually was. She had a very thin frame, narrow with little curve to her body. Narcissa was tall for a woman, too, at least 5' 10''. Of course, she had been born with the signature platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes. The Malfoy family seemed to share the same ideals as that Hitler guy for the perfect human: pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. These traits had been passed down in the family for generations. Her long, thin hair was pulled back into a stylish bun with a circlet of diamonds around it.
The only morbid part about her was her black dress robes. Draco couldn't remember the last time he had seen his mom not wearing black. Maybe it was that one Easter eleven years again. She'd worn….grayish-blue? Anyway, no matter how beautiful she looked, the drabness of her attire always contradicted her beauty. A simple strand of pearls hung from her neck delicately, contrasting with the darkness of her robes. But Draco could tell that the years of dealing with the secrecy of her family and their dark secrets had taken its toll on her. Narcissa might appear young on the outside, but the broken and almost lifeless look in her eyes made her seem like she was ancient. Draco shook his head internally with regret. He really hated how unhappy his mother was.
Someday, Mom, Draco promised her silently, someday, I'll get you out of here. Someday you'll be truly happy.
When she finally withdrew her gaze from the fire, Narcissa looked up at her son and the look on her face softened even more. He had grown up to be so handsome. Draco had always been the most beautiful little boy. He'd been her light in this Hell she'd lived in for far too long. She'd wanted to protect him from this life, the life his father had thrust upon him. Narcissa could already see the affects that having a Death Eater as a father had left on her son. For the longest time, there had been no light in his eyes, no trace of the little boy that use to run around the property with the widest smile on his face. He had become hardened and cold, much like Lucius, to Narcissa's dismay.
But when he'd come home from school this summer, she'd discovered a change in her son. Suddenly, he was much more agreeable and on more than one occasion, she'd caught him singing love songs to himself. Though she didn't know this Alana girl personally, Narcissa felt like she owed her more than just her thanks for returning her baby boy back to her. Draco noticed the thoughtful look in his mother's baby blue eyes and the slight smile upon her pale rose-colored lips and couldn't help but smile himself. Finally, Narcissa snapped out of her reverie and smiled warmly up at her son. She patted the seat next to her gently and said, "Come sit next to me, Darling."
Draco nodded and made his way over to her.
"Do you want some tea, Mom?" He inquired.
"That would be lovely, thank you." She replied, settling back into the seat comfortably.
"Phelps!" Draco called.
With a little pop, a house elf attired in a table cloth wrapped around his small body like a toga appeared with a tray carrying tea wares and little cakes. He set it on the coffee table before them and then, disappeared as quickly as he had come. Draco poured a cup out for his mother and gave it to her before pouring out his own. They both sat in silence for the longest time drinking their tea and merely enjoying each other's company. If anyone were to walk in on them, they would think that they were a perfectly normal family. But if anyone knew anything about the Malfoys, they'd know that they were far from being normal. Draco stared down into the golden brown liquid thoughtfully, letting the calming scent of jasmine sooth his restless mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mom take another sip of her tea before gazing out blankly in front of her. At first he thought nothing of it and took another sip himself. What he didn't see was the single tear trailing down her pale as snow face.
Suddenly with a broken sob, Narcissa dropped her tea cup and put a hand over her mouth. The cup bounced a little on the carpet, leaving a big brown stain on the crème-colored fabric. Draco looked over at his mother worriedly, putting his cup back on the tray.
"Mom, what's wrong?" He asked, anxiously, putting his hands comfortingly on her shoulders. "What's the matter?"
Narcissa just kept trying to bite back her cries, shaking her head, her hand trembling terribly. Draco kept a firm grip on her shoulders and shook her slightly to get her attention.
"Mom, please, tell me what's the matter! Please, calm down before you make yourself ill!" Draco begged, worriedly. "Just take it easy! Breathe, Mom, breathe!"
"I…I'm s…sorry!" She sobbed, brokenly. "I…I…I'm s…so s…sorry, Draco!"
"Why?! What are you sorry about, Mom?!" He asked frantically.
"Oh, Darling, I'm so s…sorry! I'm sorry I couldn't pro…protect y…you!" Narcissa gasped, putting her head in her hands.
"What? Protect me from what?" He pressed on in confusion.
But Narcissa didn't answer. She just continued to sob, her face becoming steadily paler by the second, except for her fastly-reddening nose.
"Mom," Draco said, firmly, "what couldn't you protect me from?"
"Your…your father," She answered finally.
"What about my father?" He asked, still confused.
"He…he…I couldn't…"
"Ssh, just calm down, Mom. Breathe and tell me what he's done." He instructed her patiently.
"He…he set the date." She murmured, faintly.
Draco's whole body went stalk still when he heard this, his arms falling from his mother's shoulders. His face paled too, almost to the same shade of snowy blonde as his hair. After taking in a deep breath, Draco closed his eyes and asked, solemnly, "When?"
He heard his mother take in a few ragged breaths before saying, "Two weeks before you go back to Hogwarts."
Silence followed this last statement, descending eerily throughout the room. When Draco didn't respond, Narcissa lowered her hands and looked at him. Every muscle in Draco's body seemed to be coiled to its tightest, his form ridged. His eyes still remained shut, but Narcissa could tell by how tightly shut his pale lips were that this news didn't please him in the least. In his lap Draco's hands were balled up into fists so tense that the skin was stretched enough to where Narcissa could see the bones of his knuckles.
Suddenly, Draco's eyes snapped open, revealing the portals into his tormented soul. Narcissa shivered as she looked into her son's eyes. Their normal silvery-color had darkened to the point to where they resembled the dark gray of angry storm clouds. His smoldering gaze sent chills down her spine for that look reminded her so much of Lucius when he was on one of his rampages. But even as he stared straight ahead of him, Draco wasn't looking at Narcissa. He seemed to be glaring right through her at something else. Without a word, Draco stood, fists still clenched firmly at his sides. Narcissa just looked up at him anxiously, worrying and wondering what he was going to do next. Then, in the darkest tone of voice she had ever heard uttered from his lips, Draco muttered, "Where is he?"
Realizing what he was going to do, Narcissa shook her head as she moved onto the edge of her seat and stuttered fearfully, "No, Draco darling, please, sit back down and we'll talk about this…"
"He's in his study, isn't he?" Draco hissed, nostrils flaring as he headed towards the door.
"No, Draco, don't go!" His mother exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.
"Accio wand!" Draco snarled, hand coming up to catch the 14" hawthorn wand that came zooming towards him.
Narcissa went racing after him as he threw open his chamber doors and strode out into the corridor. She chased him down the dark hall, castle-like torches flickering an ominous green color and casting oddly-shaded shadows on the walls. The people in the portrait frames watched the pair curiously, conversing with each other in hushed tones. Draco's mother struggled to keep up with him, but her son's mind was set on one thing only and that alone willed him to move briskly.
"Draco, please stop!" Narcissa called after him. "Let's think about this for a moment!"
"There's nothing to think about, Mother!" Draco shouted, coldly. "This is the last straw! This time he's really done it!"
They came to a set of stairs, and Draco literally bounded down the steps five at a time! Narcissa's heels clacked loudly on the marble as she scurried down them carefully. Draco continued on down a corridor on the second floor, sweeping past several doors. As Narcissa turned the corner, she saw Draco's pace slowing as he zeroed in on a set of double doors.
"Draco, don't do this! Please!" Narcissa pleaded with him helplessly.
"It's too late, Mom! I've made up her mind!" He growled, angrily.
It was at that moment Narcissa realized that her son wasn't just out for another fight this time.
He was out for blood!
Then, Draco flourished his wand and blasted open the study doors. Narcissa watched helplessly as he strode in, each step leading him possibly to his death. She hurried up to the doors and peered around the large mahogany slabs into the room. It was mostly dark; almost all the heavy, black velvet curtains were drawn, except for one. The walls were lined with books, most of which Narcissa got a horribly-sickening feeling from. Draco stood in the middle of the copious room, eyes narrowed in the direction of the one unveiled window. Narcissa's eyes followed her son's line of sight, focusing in on the cause of Draco's rage. For standing behind a bulky mahogany desk, facing out towards the landscape of the outside world before him was the infamous Lucius Malfoy.
His back was towards them, white gloved-hands clasped neatly behind him. In his hands he held his ominous, trademark cane. A mass of platinum blonde hair cascaded smoothly down his back, standing out garishly from his black dress robes. Lucius seemed ignorant to the boisterous entrance of his son. The three stood in silence for what seemed like ages. Draco stood ridged, planted firmly in his spot with his wand held at his side in what looked like a bone-crushing grip. Narcissa held her breath as her husband finally turned around ever so slowly.
As he came to face his son, Lucius drew his cane out in front of him, resting it on the marble floor with a slight clack. The almost-black emeralds of the silver snake-head's eyes glared threatening at Draco. But Lucius' own expression remained calm…impassive. This scared Narcissa the most. For she knew under Lucius' collected and composed facial features, he was just as enraged as his son. His silver eyes that were identical to Draco's were also that dark stormy gray color that struck unrelenting fear in her heart. Lucius and Draco stared each other down coldly, one sizing the other up challengingly, waiting to see which would act first. She watched the two calculating and planning their strategies and she wondered vaguely which would cast the first spell.
But no spell was cast. Instead, Lucius cleared his throat and asked in a quiet, yet bone-chillingly arctic voice, "Well, has your mother delivered to you my news?"
"She has." Draco answered, frostily, hissing through his teeth.
"And do you welcome it?"
"I deny it with every fiber of my being!" The younger snarled, viciously.
"A shame to hear," Lucius retorted, eyes narrowing signaling his displeasure, "but not unexpected."
"What gives you the right," Draco asked in a dangerously low tone as he stalked towards his father slowly, "to control my life?! What gives you the power to toss me about at your own leisure?! What manner of thinking caused you to believe I would even consider consenting to such madness?!"
"I am your father, boy!" Lucius hissed, quietly, coming out from behind his desk and walking towards him as well. "Without my sire ship, you would cease to even exist. That gives me the power and the right to do with you as I please. And you will do as I say or the consequences of not doing so will be dire!"
"Oh, please, as if you're threats have any sway over me!" Draco scoffed, boldly. "It's time you woke up from that fantasy of yours! I'm not the little child you used to frighten so easily into doing your will anymore! I have changed, grown stronger! You will not control me…not anymore!"
"I think…your time away from the Manor has made you insolent and daft." Lucius sneered, icily in his face. "Maybe it's time I remind you who the master of this family is!"
"I would love to see you try!" Draco whispered through his teeth, glaring up at his father defiantly.
Just then, Narcissa came running into the room, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, "Draco!"
This caused Draco's attention to be diverted as he turned to look at his mother. His father smirked triumphantly as this gave him the advantage. In the blink of an eye, Lucius whipped his wand out of his cane and hissed, "Expelliarmus!"
Draco's eyes widened as a shot of blue exploded from his father's wand and sent him flying across the room. His body rebounded off of one of the many bookcases, and he crumbled down into a heap on the floor. The hawthorn wand clattered across the marble some ten feet away from Draco's body. Narcissa stared down at her son in terror-stricken shock before she screamed out, "No!"
Lucius strode forward, each step alluding his power and strength.
"Maybe, this will teach you some respect, you ungrateful little brat!" Lucius seethed. "Crucio!"
A sickening blood red glow surrounded Draco's body as he started to convulsively thrash about on the floor. It was like he was being electrocuted by thousands of tazers all at once. But as Lucius kept the spell firmly on him, Draco glared up at him intently, not allowing one scream to pass his lips. This caused the scowl on Lucius' face to deepen, distorting his normally sculpted features hideously. By some miraculous manner of strength, Draco managed to pull himself up onto his knees, kneeling erectly in front of his father. Narcissa cried out how regal and proud he stood, even through all the indescribable pain she knew he was going through.
"How dare you?!" Lucius muttered before increasing the strength of the spell.
But this only caused Draco to flinch, his left shoulder slumping down lower than the right as if something was exerting more pressure on it. Draco's silver eyes burned holes into Lucius', expressing his silent loathing and distaste. Lucius' face screwed up in white-hot rage as he put more power into the spell than he ever had before. This time, Draco could not stay up-right. He fell back onto the floor, hugging himself as he assumed the fetal position and twitched violently. Narcissa could hear the hissing of his breathing and saw blood pouring from his bottom lip as he bit back his scream.
"Scream, you little bastard!" Lucius roared, angrily, spit and froth spilling out of his mouth. "I want to hear you scream and beg for your life at my feet! I command you to scream! SCREAM!!"
"Stop it! Please, Lucius, this is madness! Please, stop this!" Narcissa pleaded, helplessly, going to kneel before her maniacal husband. "Please, I beg of you! I'll do anything if you spare him! Just spare my son!"
The spell over Draco was lifted as Lucius turned on Narcissa and blasted her across the room. She collided with the only undraped window, causing a huge crack to spider-web its way across its surface. Her body fell limply to the floor, static. Lucius glared darkly in her direction before looking down at Draco. Waves of steam seemed to rise from his seemingly- broken body. With a disgusted huff, Lucius stomped over to the feeble body and lifted the boy up by his hair. Draco uttered one painful groan in response, just barely able to open his eyes enough to glower up into Lucius mercury orbs.
"Are you ready to submit?" Lucius asked, bitterly.
"I will never…submit…to the likes of you…Father!" Draco spat, weakly. "The only thing…I'm ready for…is for…you to…go to Hell!"
"Tell me, Son," Lucius sneered, saying the last words as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, "why are you so against the setting of the date for your initiation into your future?"
"Because…the one thing that repulses me more than having a worthless piece of scum such as yourself for a father is the thought of becoming a loathsome, cowardly, revolting, brainless follower of that crazed old specter!" Draco announced, the defiance and pride in his eyes never being greater.
"Then, you have out lived your usefulness!" Lucius stated, coldly. "How could I ever have fathered such a disgraceful spawn! Goodbye and good riddance!"
Before he could even raise his wand, Lucius saw Draco's wand rocketed back into his grasp, and the younger man had fired him off of himself. Lucius skidded backwards, stumbling to regain his balance. Draco managed to pull himself up onto his feet, his left shoulder still sagging a little. He held his wand at the ready, watching his father intently for any sneak attacks. Lucius leaned on the side of his desk, breathing heavily. But suddenly, Lucius whipped his head around and aimed a red beam of magic at Draco. With a swift dodge, Draco evaded it and fired back at him. The duel soon became something like a dance between the two, artfully and skillfully missing each other's jinxes and curses.
"Encarta inflamorai!" Draco bellowed.
Lucius' black robes caught flame instantly. He whirled around trying to find where the source of it had started, shouting "Aguamenti" as he did so. While he was distracted, Draco ran over to his mother. He kneeled by her side, checking her pulse quickly. It beet strongly beneath his fingertips, which caused him to breathe easier as he realized she was only knocked unconscious. Once he had doused the flames, Lucius looked up and saw Draco looking over Narcissa worriedly.
"That is nothing compared to what I have planned for her after I'm finished with you!" Lucius hissed, causing Draco to look up at him. "I will torture her for days; make her wish I had just killed her! And to start…I will murder the one thing she loves most right before her very eyes!"
"Leave her out of this!" Draco growled. "Your fight is with me!"
"Aw, how sweet! You would protect her even if it meant your demise?!" Lucius mocked him with a smirk. "Tell me, Draco, would you do this for that Ravenclaw witch…Alana!"
Draco's face paled, a look of horror in his eyes.
"Oh, yes, I know all about your little love affair with the blood traitoress!" Lucius announced, triumphantly. "I know how you betrayed the marriage agreement that was laid out since before your birth. I know how you cried and sat by her bedside when you thought she was dying. I know how you seduced her into your bed every night, tainting our good name. I know how deeply and ardently you…love her!"
Draco stared his father down, eyes filled with more pure unadulterated loathing than he had ever felt before in his life. His father's mocking face was all he could see. As he slowly rose to his feet, Draco stated in a barely audible voice, "You can torture me, kill me, even threaten my mother's well-being, but you will never…never lay one finger on Alana! You hear me?! Never! I know it was you! I know it was you who gave Pansy the dagger! I know it was you who ordered Pansy to kill her with the Dark Lord's own knife! It was you who ordered Alana's murder!"
"Very good, Draco! Yes, it was me! I wanted to show you how easily I good take her away from you! How disposable she was!" Lucius explained, evilly. "But she proved to be rather hard to get rid of! All well, Pansy wasn't all that bright to begin with! I should have just done that myself! And now…I will get my chance!"
"I will kill you if you so much as harm one hair on her head!" Draco threatened, blind with rage, charging towards him.
He fired a curse…and missed. But when Lucius took aim, he did not. It connected with Draco's chest, sending him flying through the air. He lay on the floor, trying determinedly to get back up.
"Actually, come to think of it," Lucius thought out loud, "I don't think I shall kill you. Not yet anyways. No, I think I will first dispose of that little whore of yours first! Yes, and you can be there to see it!"
With a roar of anger, Draco hurled himself to his feet and fired spell after spell at his father. Lucius summoned a protective shield in front of himself deflecting ever curse sent at him.
"Yes, you shall be there to watch me torture her in every way imaginable!" Lucius declared, his smirk growing and becoming more menacing by the second.
"Shut it, you bloody wanker!" Draco shouted, seethingly.
"Oh, and will she scream?! It will be a strong, blood-curdling, pain-filled scream at that! The best I will ever be able to conjure from one of my victims!"
"Shut up! Go to hell, you bastard!" Draco bellowed.
Lucius smirked before throwing a curse through the shield at Draco. It attached to his chest like a thousand strings, giving Lucius the power to throw him about like a rag doll. Draco rebounded off of bookcases, windows, and any other surface in the study. Finally, Lucius released him, letting him fall to the floor. Draco lied there for the longest time before trying to get up. He managed to get onto his hands and knees before falling back down, simply too exhausted and weak to fight anymore. Lucius smirk turned to one of triumph, smelling victory nearly in his grasp.
"And as she screams for her life, she will also scream for you. She will scream for you to help her, to save her like you always have in her past. But what will you do? Nothing. You will stand by and watch her suffer, watch her life's energy slowly diminish into a weak spark. And your cries will mingle with hers. Oh, the anguish you will feel, the heart-break! And then, you will watch as I perform the finally spell. You will watch the color leave her face, the light leave her once brilliant eyes. You…will…watch…her…DIE!!"
"No…Alana…" Draco murmured in defiance a single tear trailing down his face.
"Crucio!!"
Draco thrashed about on the floor, this time allowing his screams of pain to ring out freely. But it was the pain of his heart breaking once again. The thought of Alana being in the merciless grasp of Lucius was simply too much to bare. Lucius watched with savage enjoyment as his son was brought to his knees, his defiance and strength failing. Though he would never admit it, deep down Lucius knew his son was strong and a very formidable foe. Nor would he admit that in the depths of his soul, Lucius feared Draco even more than he feared the wrath of Voldemort. Killing Draco would make him sleep easier at night. When the curse was finally lifted, Draco was left sobbing on the floor, almost begging for death.
"And with her last breath, she will speak of her undying love for you. A love that will always be true and survive for all time. And you will tell her the same, but she will not have heard it for she will have gone to Hell where all blood traitors and Mudbloods go."
"No…"
"But I will not grant you this pleasure of seeing her one last time for you do not even deserve that." Lucius decided, raising his wand for the finishing blow. "Give my regards to the devil!"
Draco closed his eyes, another tear falling as he did so.
Good bye until we meet again in Heaven, my love…my Alana. May you always know…I loved you with everything I am and always will.
"Avada…"
"Stupify!" A voice cried out.
In a bright flash of white, the killing curse died in Lucius' throat and he fell over, stunned. Draco's eyes snapped open, meeting that of his petrified father's. Then, he felt a gentle, yet firm hand grasp his shoulder, helping him into a sitting position. His mother stared back at him worriedly, looking him over for any scratches or bruises. She herself was sporting a few cuts. Draco was a little anxious about the cut on her forehead that was oozing even now.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'll be alright." Draco told her as she helped him to his feet, letting him rest against her slightly. "What about you? You hit that window pretty hard!"
"I've endured worse." Narcissa stated and Draco knew it was the truth. "Now, come on. We have to get you packed and out of here before he wakes up."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked in confusion as they apparated into his room.
"You can't stay here. When your father wakes up, he'll be out to kill you again." Narcissa explained, letting him rest against his bed as with a wave of her wand she opened his wardrobe. "We have to get you out of here…far away from here. You need to go somewhere you'll be safe."
He watched as she pulled out his school trunk and started packing his things inside of it. Determination was etched plainly across her face. It left Draco almost in awe; he'd never seen her look so…strong before…so resilient.
"Wait…what about you?!" He asked, his eyes following her as she flicked her wand at various things to make them jump into his trunk.
"Don't worry about me right now." She told him. "We have to focus on getting you out of here."
His eyes widened frighteningly as he realized what this meant.
"No! I won't leave you behind!" Draco protested, pushing himself weakly from his bedside. "I won't leave you here to face him alone!"
"I'll be fine." She assured him, firmly, though she didn't look at him as she said this.
In her heart, Narcissa knew her life was in danger as well. Lucius would be hexing her for days for attacking him. She'd pay for her boldness, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. All that she cared about was getting Draco out of there as soon as she possibly could. Draco walked up behind her, putting a firm hand on her shoulder.
"I won't leave you behind!" He told her, determinedly. "I won't let you sacrifice yourself for me!"
Suddenly, Narcissa whipped around, and Draco's gaze softened. Her baby blue eyes were filled with unshed tears, but she continued to stare up at him with unwavering resilience.
"I will not let him kill you!" She proclaimed, her hands coming up to cup his face tenderly. "I won't stand aside and watch you be slaughtered. If I did that, I'd never be able to forgive myself. For too many long years have I let that man beat you, physically and mentally. Well, no more…the least I can do is guarantee you another chance at life…the life I always wanted you so dearly to have. One with happiness and love…I'm sorry I was unable to give you this sooner. Please, forgive me, Draco."
"Mom, you don't have to…"
"Yes, I do, Draco!" She cried out, painfully, before composing herself again. "Yes, I do. I should have run away with you a long time ago. I'm afraid it's too late for me. I have no other family to rely on anymore. My own sister would rather side with your father than me. But you…you have someone who would die if you were harmed…someone besides me. Go to her. With her you'll be safe."
"But Father…"
"He was bluffing. Lucius has no idea where she is at the moment." Narcissa told him, confidently. "The instant she left the train station, he could track her any longer. He had to turn his full attention towards you. Besides, something tells me he won't be able to find her."
"If you're certain…" Draco trailed off before staring deeply down into her eyes, "are you sure, though. Alana's family might not take me in…being as who I am."
"They will…" Narcissa replied a smile gracing her lips. "Trust me, if Alana loves you as much as you say she does, then nothing will stop her from seeing that you're safe."
"I'm going to marry her, Mother." He blurted out suddenly. "She's the one. I'm sure of it."
"I figured as much. I'm glad, Son." She told him, standing up on her tip-toes to kiss his forehead. "I give you my blessing. Now, come on, finish up. We don't have much time left."
Draco nodded and helped her pack up everything he'd need. He unlocked the secret compartment in his desk and retrieved his letters from Alana. If his father searched his room, which he would most undoubtedly do, and he found those letters, he would be able to find Alana. After his trunk was all packed, Draco locked it up and minimized it before stuffing it into his pocket. With a last glance of his room to see if he'd forgotten anything, Narcissa grabbed his arm and they both ran down the corridor and both flights of stairs.
"Hurry, Darling," She encouraged him, frantically, "the spell's going to ware off at any moment."
When they got to the main doors, Narcissa blasted the door open and pulled him out into the circle drive. The fountain in the middle gurgled happily, the water sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. Draco looked around him, taking in the sight of the massive property. This very well could be the last time he ever had to step foot on the estate ever again. Even as he looked around, Draco had to admit that at one time, Malfoy Manor must have once been a truly beautiful and wondrous place. But now, the corruption from the Dark Arts had made it appear forbidding and an accursed place.
"Wait…we forgot something!" His mother exclaimed, her face contorting with fear. "How are you going to get away?! We've already packed your broom!"
"Got it covered." Draco told her, pulling what appeared to be a black and yellow toy motorbike.
He set it down on the ground and with a flick of his wand; it enlarged itself before their eyes.
"I guess those Weasley twins are good for something." Draco muttered, his mother catching it and smirked.
Suddenly, she turned and threw herself at him, her long thin arms embracing him tightly as if almost afraid to let him go. Draco hugged her back, crushing her to him.
"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He asked her, hurriedly. "I'm sure Alana's family would take you in, too."
"I sorry, Sweetheart, but I can't. I'll be alright. Don't worry about me." Narcissa replied, quietly, letting her tears fall against his neck. "Lucius knows I helped you escape and most likely know where you're going. He won't kill me. I'll be fine…trust me."
Draco just held her to him all the fiercer. It was just words of comfort, to make him think that everything would be okay when he really knew that she had put herself in grave danger over him. But he also knew that it was hopeless to argue. Even if it was just by marriage, his mother was a Malfoy and was just as stubborn as all the Malfoys before her. When they separated, Draco wiped away her tears and kissed her tenderly on her forehead.
"I'll come back for you!" He told her, ardently. "That's a promise! One day, I'll come for you and take you away from that bastard forever! We'll be happy…both of us! I promise you that!"
"I have all the confidence of the entire world in you, Draco." She replied with a sad smile before pushing him towards the bike. "Now, go! Get out of here before…"
"DRACO!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!"
Some of the windows shattered as the voice resonated over the property.
"Go, Draco, now!" His mother cried in panic.
Draco hopped onto the motorbike, putting on the helmet quickly before revving the engine. He looked back at his mother one more time and held up a hand in parting. She did the same, tears of sorrow flowing freely down her face. Then without another moment's hesitation, Draco stepped on the gas and flew out of the driveway, through the large iron gates. He sped away under the long arbor that shaded the rode to the manor. As he did so, his thoughts drifted back to his mother, praying to God that she'd really be okay and that by His mercy she would be spared from Lucius' wrath. Draco almost thought of turning back, but his mother's voice kept echoing in his head, urging him to keep going, sending him closer and closer towards his salvation.
I will come back for you, Mother. Draco proclaimed silently. I will come back to save you. I promise you this!
I promise…
A/N: I hope you all liked it. Review please...