Harry gained consciousness in a room he could not recognize; it was a large room in an old house, as he noted from the dated construction and the aging structure layers of paint could note hide.

He was sitting in a chair, his hands tied behind him with rope and his legs secured by chains to metal loops fastened to the floor. No one else was in the room and the only door leading in was shut.

Harry tried to cry for help, but he could not make a sound. His voice was completely gone; not even a squeal or a rasp left.

His son Albus entered the room quietly, not making eye contact with his father. He was carrying a bottle of water, offering some to Harry. He accepted the offer, struggling to lean his head back to take several gulps.

Harry looked at his son and wondered how this could have happened.

Albus had been a good child through his early childhood. He embodied the values his mother and father had taught him. It wasn't until he had gotten older that things seemed to change.

When he arrived at Hogwarts, he was immediately sorted into Slytherin. Harry had tried to accept that; he really had. But his son's behavior was troubling.

His professors noted the boy was charismatic, ambitious and highly talented. Harry wasn't surprised. He quickly rose to the top of the academic and social ladders, befriending students in each of the houses. But it was noted that the boy was often manipulative with students and professors alike. He would do whatever it took to get what he wanted…

He connected with few of his professors, save Draco Malfoy, who became the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Albus' fifth year. Likewise, he began to become distant with Harry at around the same time, occasionally showing extreme hostility to his father for no clear reason. He had stopped speaking with him entirely since graduating several weeks ago…

Harry had been worried for some time about the path his son was headed down, but he'd had no idea this was what it was.

The door opened again, and Malfoy and Ginny entered. Closing the door behind him, Malfoy looked at Harry with a satisfied smile.

"Comfortable, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a smirk, his wand in his hand as he looked Harry over.

Harry stared back at him blankly, unable to speak.

"No?" Malfoy flicked his wand; the bottle that Albus had set down, still full of water, lifted up to splash its contents all over Harry's face and his robes.

"How about now?" Malfoy asked, flicking his wand again. Harry could speak now…

"Wh-what do you want…" he asked Malfoy, knowing he was unable to hide the fear in his eyes. He looked back at Malfoy's, which were so blank, so guarded.

"You: broken," said Malfoy. "The Ministry: gone."

Harry was silent for a few moments, looking at his wife and then his son.

"What have you done to them?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged.

"Nothing, really," said Draco. "Your wife took a quick enchantment years ago, but her loyalty to me is quite true now. Your son…. Well, all that took was the truth, frankly."

Harry's mouth was half open and his brow strained.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I'll demonstrate what I… did to your wife… soon enough," said Draco. "As for your son, I could explain it… but wouldn't showing you be so much easier?"

Draco pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry found himself falling, separated from his body, through a stream of images.

He saw Malfoy's hand on a 15 year old Albus' shoulder, the boy looking up at the man with admiration.

He saw them in another place… slightly older now. A view outside the window indicated it was a room at Hogwarts, near summer time.

Albus was nodding; accepting something. Agreeing.

Another set of scenes, flowing past Harry, showed something like torture. Draco was training Albus; it was borderline torture. He was showing Albus the dark arts… teaching him.

By the last scene Harry found himself floating through, Albus was holding his own, blocking curses, casting them powerfully.

He was formidable…

Through all of this there was no sound, until the very end. Harry heard words flow through his mind, Malfoy's voice echoing.

"Good job, my son…"

Harry felt himself appear in his body again, in that room with Malfoy, Ginny and Albus. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as he looked over at his son, whose face was changing before his eyes…

His wife's features remained in there somewhere, but what was before him looked quite a lot like the handsome, pointed face of a younger Draco Malfoy.

Harry felt tears in his eyes, though they disappeared quickly as rage overcame all other emotions. He struggled against the ropes and chains, but only managed to nearly knock over his chair in the process.

Harry screamed; no words, just a howl of anger as Draco looked back at him calmly, entirely collected.

"Leave Albus," said Malfoy.

Albus looked at the man who had raised him, a trace of regret in his words; but he obeyed.

"Yes sir," he replied, leaving Harry alone with Malfoy and Ginny.

"What did you do to him…." Harry growled. "What have you done to him, to my wife…"

Malfoy grabbed a fistful of Ginny's hair, tugging hard as she let out a whimper. Draco kissed at her neck as he stood behind her, looking right at Harry.

"Let me show you."