Chapter twelve… In the dark
Draco felt all happiness lost in a place like Azkaban. They walked along a narrow corridor with no windows or doors visible. It seemed to be never ending with the only thing visible being the dementors who sensed there fear. Draco imagined them licking there lips as they thought of feasting on fresh meat to torture… if dementors had lips that is. They came to a stop and a door suddenly appeared in the stone cold wall on there right. The guard who transported them there unlocked the door and gestured for them to enter without him following. They did so and the guard locked the door behind them.
At first the room appeared to be empty as there was no lighting. Lucius had been removed from his cell as his wing was swarming with so many dementors and twisted villains that it wasn't safe for Draco and Harry. Instead they had brought Lucius into a large cavernous room once used for torture, but was now only used for interrogation.
As Harry's eyes adjusted in the dark he recognised the forms of age-old wizard torture machinery. The room stank of piss and blood and as Draco leaned over and touched one the tables he gasped in disgust. He brought his hand quickly away from the table and took out his wand cleaning the clump of human flesh that had attatched itself to his finger. The flesh was still living.
A cackle was heard from deeper into the room.
"What do you think of my humble abode boys? I'm sorry I haven't got a chance to tidy up, I've been a little busy lately." The cackle sounded again and a chill went down Draco's spine.
"Lumos." Harry said and light was emitted from his wand. Slumped in a chair was Lucius Malfoy. His hair hung limp around his face, oily and dirty, and he seemed to have developed a twitch. Draco felt his blood boil as his father looked up into his eyes.
"Having fun with your little mudblood whore son?" Lucius said through gritted teeth.
Draco lunged forward ready to slam his fist hard into Lucius' face but Harry caught his arm and held him back.
Lucius let out another hysterical laugh.
"I'd listen to Scarhead if I was you Draco. If you lay a hand on me the magical enchantment that's keeping me here will break… and considering you two are so close now, I wouldn't want to upset you by having you watch me rip Potter's head off! Lucius snarled at Harry.
"Lucius what is going on." Harry said calmly. Inside Harry's temper was rising high just like Draco's but he remained composed so as not to give off to the slimy bastard in the chair in front of him what was going on inside his head.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about?" Lucius replied in a quaint insincere voice.
"Like hell you don't! Where is she! Where have you taken Narcissa! Where have you taken my mother!?" Draco screamed he edged closer once again to shake Lucius when Harry yanked him back. Draco stood there panting staring intently into Lucius's eyes.
"She's not just your Mother Draco she's my wife! She does what I demand of her! It's her duty! She serves me and me only!" Lucius snarled.
"You are a twisted and demented man Lucius! It makes me sick!" Harry yelled at him.
Lucius simply snorted and dropped his head to his chest again. His chest rising and falling with every breath.
Cold silence once again filled the chamber.
"So tell me son, how is… Hermione, is it? I never really cared for her name. All filthy mud bloods are the same, their names make no difference."
"Shut your foul mouth you bastard!" Draco screamed at him. Lucius carried on as if he hadn't said anything.
"Does she still have the scars? She was one of my favourite torture victims." Lucius chuckled. Draco screamed in anger and paced in front of Lucius. Hermione had never talked to Draco about what happened to her in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor and he never wanted to know. He heard her blood curdling screams those nights she had been imprisoned down there and Draco had simply blocked it.
"Stop it you sick fuck!" Harry screamed at Lucius. "What is going on!? How are you communicating with people outside you cell!?"
"Well if I told you that I'd have to kill you." Lucius grinned. "I love that line. I heard it in some muggle movie once. The only good thing that non-magical scum ever did for us." He chuckled. "Supply us with fantastic lines to use."
Harry and Draco were fuming. They were getting nowhere with this questioning and Lucius was revelling in the attention.
"Although Draco… If I remember rightly your mudblood was good for something else." Lucius seethed and let out another demented cackle.
"Malfoy ignore it he's only baiting you!" Harry said stepping in front of Draco holding him back from touching Lucius.
"You disgusting excuse for a wizard!" Draco seethed as he spat on Lucius. "You will never touch again! You will never cause her pain again you hear me! You will rot away in here for eternity! Eternity Lucius!"
Lucius riled in his chair. "You dare spit on me! Your spit has been poisoned with mudblood germs and you spit on me, Lucius Malfoy! You have brought shame to our family Draco! Thank god I saved your Mother before she stuck around the mudbloods for too long and was poisoned like you." He snarled. The anger on Lucius face disappeared as quickly as it had come and was replaced with a vicious smirk. "And as for never causing your pathetic whore harm again… I'm afraid your too late son."
Draco and Harry's expression was priceless to Lucius. They anger was replaced with a stunned faced, shock and fear surrounding there every feature.
"I am not your son Lucius! I am not your son! Draco screamed. He ran hard at the man and released his anger and frustration in one powerful punch. Lucius chair flew backwards leaving him sprawling on the floor, blood seeping from his cheek. Harry couldn't have stopped Draco even if he wanted to… which he didn't. Hearing that Hermione could be in danger inflicted by the pale dirty man on the floor at Draco's feet angered him enough to have thrown that punch himself. But left that honour to the man who had waited his whole life to do it.
"What have you done to her!? What have you done to Hermione!?" Draco screamed.
It was a cold place in Azkaban yet sweat dripped off the handsome blonde haired man who kneeled in front of his father shaking him.
"What have you done old man!?" Draco screamed. Lucius simply laughed and wiped blood that was trickling from his mouth away with the back of his hand.
In a split second Draco stood up and rammed his knee into Lucius's face knocking him out cold. Draco stood over him breathing heavily.
"Malfoy we have to check on Hermione. Lucius isn't going to give us any answers." Harry said. His head was racing with images of Hermione limp on the ground with blood oozing from her head.
Draco turned and looked at Harry. Draco had felt pain before. He had felt fear before. But all the pain and fear he had ever felt combined didn't surmount to what he was feeling now. Draco nodded and without looking back at his father Harry and Draco began to head towards to door.
Within moments Lucius had jerked Draco to the ground and ripped his wand from his grasp.
"You disgust me Draco." Lucius spat on him and pointed his want at his sons head. Harry turned around and saw Lucius standing over Draco, wand pointed towards his head.
"Avada Kedavra!" Lucius shouted and a flash of green light bursted from the tip of Draco's wand which Lucius gripped tightly in his hand.
"Draco! NO!" Harry screamed.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted and Lucius froze. His evil grin plastered across his face at the sight of his son lying deadly still on the ground.
Harry ran to Draco who was motionless on the ground. "Draco please, No! Don't let him win!" Harry said crouching over Draco. "You can't be dead you bastard! You can't leave Hermione alone! You just can't." Harry said panicking. His voice cracked at the idea of Hermione's face when she heard Draco had died.
"Think of Hermione." Harry said quietly as he lent down next to Draco's lifeless body in the cold, dark torture room of Azkaban.
A/N: I truly am sorry my lovely readers. What do you think will happen next? Review...