As I run through the back streets towards London and the leaky cauldron I think back to the night before locked up in the Malfoys dungeon. Just under 24 hours ago whilst running away from snatchers Ron Hermione and I had ended up splitting and so I disappeared to the forest of dean only to apparate right in front of Rodolphus Lestrange who immediately bond me and returned me to the Malfoy mansion.
As I was escorted through the main doors I caught out of the corner of my eye Draco lying on the floor, curled up in a ball clearly crippled with pain but no one went to help him instead they stood around whilst Lucius began shouting at him.
"True Malfoys do not squirm under any sort of pressure especially not the cruciatus curse you weak boy! I swear you are mine, you are such a disgrace to the name. We didn't rise to fame and glory by crying every time someone poked us or cursed us. AND YOU WILL LEARN THIS TOO BOY! The more you scream and cry and show that this effects you the more you will be inflicted by it! NOW GROW SOME BALLS AND MAN UP! CRUCIO!"
Less than 2 seconds later I heard the worst sound I could ever imagine hearing. I heard Draco scream out in true agony his body writhing on the floor. It was at that moment I truly knew how I felt towards him, I knew I could no longer live me life seeing him suffer and be tortured. I so desperately wanted to brake free of my bonds attack those animalistic members of what should be called society and throw myself over Draco and comfort him and make sure no harm ever fell on him ever again.
Unfortunately my plan wasn't going to happen as I was pushed off my guard falling to the floor smacking my shoulder against a marble fireplace. It wasn't until I saw blood rushing through my clothing that I realised I'd been injured, I was too focused on that poor boy in the room meters from where I'd fallen. As I was yanked to my feet and dragged through the house towards the basement all I heard were relentless screams ringing through the house sending chills reverberating within my bones, slowly tearing me apart as the torture continued for at least 2 hours when the whole house went silent. However this state of being was even more terrifying, what if they'd killed him. His poor fragile body lying there helpless on the floor whilst his father stands over and laughs at him denying any relation too him because he cares more about his image more than his fucking son. The longer the silence went on the more I wanted to rip out the bastards intestines and hang him from the banister with them.
"Now where is that useless piece of life that you claim is Harry Potter! WELL" Lucius' voice carried through the building like a gunshot. But, to my surprise rather than feel my whole insides fall 50 feet, I felt invigorated. This man who was hurting or may have even killed someone I truly cared for was giving me an audience with him; all I had to do when I got up there was to find a object harmful enough to severely harm a person. Sure a wand would have been helpful but that I hadn't had since I ran into Rodolphus and I wasn't going to see it anytime soon.
Whilst I scanned my memory for any objects with such a value that I'd seen whilst dragged through their so called home I heard heavy footsteps and hushed voices coming down the stairs towards me. As hard as I tried to remember what I'd seen on my way in all I could remember was Draco on the floor screaming and once that image was in the front of my head I couldn't do anything about it.
"Bind him up and take him to Lucius. QUICKLY" a snarly voice hollered and 10 seconds later I was once again bond and being dragged by two death eaters through the house again. My senses became distorted as I was dragged up into bright natural light again into the room I earlier saw Malfoy writhing in pain in. As the two death eaters kicked me two my knees sending a searing pain through my shoulder as they push there whole weight down on my damaged shoulder. I had totally forgotten about my shoulder but by the looks of it had been bleeding for several hours with fresh blood coming through again after the two death eaters lent on it. By the time my eyes adjusted themselves I was knelt in front of Lucius in what would be a living room. In any other home but here it was just a dreary grey room with sunbeams shining through the 4 windows lining the room with one chair in the whole room. An old fashioned chair with a detailed mahogany backboard decorated with a red velvet cushion seat, which Lucius was sitting on.
"Well well Mr Potter has nice of you to grace us with your presence" Spat Lucius viscously spraying saliva across my face but his foul breath was the last thing on my mind. I desperately searched the room for Draco but there was no trace of him not a single hair from his head seemed apparent.
"OI YOU FILTHY MONGRAL! LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!"
My eyes whipped back to Lucius as his face began showing a tint of red in his face the anger slowly rising in him from the lack of attention. And to be honest I could not tell you a word of what he said to me whilst I searched for Draco because I simply didn't care.
"You are a true disgrace to the word wizard Potter but I have more sense than to hand you over to the Dark Lord. Without you he can't return to power and so you'll be kept here till the Malfoys finally have control over the whole world! BUT, until then I'll have to just… entertain myself" a sly smile crossed Lucius' face as he spoke the last words but I didn't care anymore not now Draco was no longer here.
Or so I thought.