(A/N: this is my first fanfic so be as nice as possible?? All reviews are welcome even if their flames!)

Disclaimer: it's not mine its J.K. Rowling's ….

Copy write: but the plot is mine…

Comfortably Numb

Chapter 2

The staircase and walls leading down to the dungeons themselves were almost too intimidating. It looked as if their original color was gray, cement. But now, they were red. The walls had dry blood all over them. Ron saw Hermione shudder; He looked over at her and saw she had stopped dead in her tracks. She was transfixedley staring at something just before her.

He looked over to see what caught her gaze, and there, to his horror fresh blood (or at least fresh-ish). With wide eyes he gasped and he and Hermione turned to each other. Still wide-eyed and breathless, she touched the blood. "Odd, that's very irregular," She looked quizzically at the blood on her finger and on the floor. "What? What is it now?" Ron asked almost inaudibly. "Well, this blood is cold, meaning it is old, it should have dried up in a couple of hours. But, it's about a week old... this staircase must be enchanted somehow."

"That's sick, why would anyone want to keep blood hangin' 'round?" Ron then realized the person they were dealing with was about as demented as YouKnowwho, himself, and realized the stupidity of his question. He shook his head. "Right then, let's keep going."

The Dungeons were completely black until Hermione lit the torches "Incendio" she whispered. They found Harry on all fours searching for his wand by felling and it looked like he wasn't getting anywhere. "You're supposed to be on the second floor!" Harry hissed in a whisper. "Look Harry, I know you're worried about us and don't want us to be killed or hurt on your account, but we chose o come with you, to be mates with you, we chose to help you in this war, and we're NOT going on some wild goose hunt while you search helplessly in the dark!" Hermione was surprised at this outburst by Ron, but she knew that he was absolutely right.

"Alright fine, you can look over by the cells while I look by these crates."

The Dungeon wasn't a largo room by any means. It was cold, damp, and solemn. The wall adjacent to the staircase's entrance into the eerie room, were chains bolted to the wall with cuffs at the end. Next to the two sets of chains there were two cells, but Harry didn't have time to look over there, he wanted to find his wand and get out of there, which is why he told Ron and Mione to search over there.

After a couple of minutes of silent searching, Harry heard Hermione gasp and muffle her gasp from becoming any louder, behind him. "What is it Hermione?" he turned around to see Ron and Hermione gaping at the cell furthest to the right. "What is it?!" Harry asked again, alarmed, he feared what they might find in of these cells. "Someone is in here" Hermione responded almost completely inaudibly in awe. Harry's heart began to race, 'In HERE!?! what was that supposed to mean? Lucius? Someone possibly more dangerous?' Hermione spoke up again, "Some one in the cell".

Harry's mind screamed,' it could be Tonks!' He ran over there to find quite a disturbing sight.

A boy hanging from the wall from chains and had cuffs, the cuffs had spikes in them, piercing into the boys wrists all around, blood was still dripping down. Harry couldn't tell what color hair the boy had, for parts of it was freshly and unnaturally red, and other pars were old, dried brown.

"Bloody Hell" Ron breathed. Hermione went rummaging through her pocket and pulled out a set of keys, and opened the cell door. She took out the smaller key and unlocked the cuffs, and the unconscious boy fell to the floor. "Where'd you get those?" Ron asked, Harry was about to ask the very same question. "Let's just say the second floor wasn't completely useless," she then muttered "Mobilicorpio" and the boys' body levitated. "Right, lets move him to the table," Harry said. Ron quickly ran to the wooden table in the middle of the room and cleared off all of the "tools" used for torture. Hermione lowered his body onto the table, carefully. When they got him onto the table they saw he had so many more injuries than the puncture wounds on his wrists. His shirt wand pants were ripped in various places, and where there wasn't black and blue bruises, which were slowly turning yellow and green, there was gashes and blood. The largest gash was on the back of his head.

"Hermione, take out your water canteen," Harry said this and then realized she was ten steps ahead of him. hermione was pouring water from her canteen onto her shirt and began cleaning the dried blood from his face. "This makes me even more worried about Tonks," harry sighed.

"How can anyone treat another person like this?" Ron asked still amazed at the severity of torture this boy had gone through. From the looks of it, he was their age, Ron wondered if he was someone who went to Hogwarts. "That's easy Ron, Lucius Malfoy has no soul," Harry replied. "Don't be ridiculous Harry, everyone has a soul, even Voldemort himself, Malfoy probably doesn't have a heart," Ron retorted. "Do you-" Harry began to say but was cut off by another gasp from Hermione.

She looked stunned. 'What could be worse than the wounds he already has? Is it someone we know?' Harry began to wonder. "What is it Hermione?" They began to walk over to her and the boy from sitting of the crates. "It's-it's...Draco" She managed to stutter.

The Trio stared in awe t the mangled body before them. It was so odd for them to see him like this. Who would have known? Ron finally broke the silence that consumed them, "Well no wonder why he's such an arse," "Ronald!" hermione whipped her head around to look at Ron. "Actually Ron makes a good point... it's probably the only way he knows how to act I mean with Lucius being his father, seriously look how he treats his own son," All their heads turned to Draco. His breath began to quicken, the trio exchanged glances of worry, and moved towards him.

He began to moan in pain, quietly at first, and then it gradually became louder. He then tightened his eyes, clutched the edges of the table with his hands and began to scream. It was a blood curling scream. Harry, Ron and Hermione covered their ears. Then Hermione quickly covered his mouth "Shh! He might come down here!" she whispered. Draco's eyes popped open and saw the golden trio standing over him with wide eyes. His eyes were looking around wildly evaluating his surroundings, he was no longer in the cell, he was on the table...where the torture took place. Granger still held her hand over his mouth looking scared. He slowly controlled his breathing and she took it off.

No one knew what to say, so the trio stood in silence starring at the boy who made their lives a living hell, and Draco lay their starring at the three people he regretted ever torturing. But what was he supposed to do all those years? His father already gave him enough flogging for being to "nice" to them in the first place.

Harry looked on at his enemy. Draco looked as if he was trying to move, he then sharply sucked in a breath and clamped his eyes shut. He then rolled on to his side, his back facing the trio and vomited. He then slowly stood up, and reached into his pocket and handed Harry his wand, "Here, I found this on the floor when-" loud foot steps were starting to come down the stars accompanied by the sound of hells following close by.

The trio looked towards the staircase and turned to Draco, whose eyes were the widest they could have physically been, and he looked more scared than any person they ever saw in their lives.

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