Claimed
Chapter 22
Mithrilandtj - It's an Alternative Universe, its going to be different it's just the way I want it. Tbh I just guessed how long I didn't stop to think it through so either way I'm making that how long he's been in there since he was thirty years old.
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Revenge the family way
Draco knew what was happening; Luna and Neville had come to see him. Neville and Luna weren't taking part in it; they didn't have the stomach for that kind of …action. Draco though, had seen enough to know it was his speciality. Not that he was dark, but he wasn't above getting revenge, especially for his little brother. In all but name Harry was exactly that, he had looked for Harry until his magic began getting weird on him. He wasn't able to apparate where he wanted, his entire spine flared up in agony at weird times. He wasn't able to get back into the wizarding world, and ended up living in alleyways, in a world unfamiliar to him. The entire time, he cried and prayed to Merlin that he'd get home again. That he would recover and get to help Harry again, see any wizard and witch again. He had just given up, his magic completely drained when the two people he had become good friends with showed up. To say he was grateful to see Neville and Luna was putting it mildly. He had been so thankful to see his own world again, and to still have him magic and be recovering.
With the full information, he wanted revenge on Dumbledore more than anything in the world. He couldn't believe it, how could Dumbledore have gotten away with it? Taking someone's magic was the greatest sin in their world. Not even Tom Riddle had resorted to that kind of thing. With the new information it was glaringly obvious why, Riddle wasn't the biggest evil out there. In fact everyone wasn't sure if Riddle had been evil at all. What proof was there that Tom Riddle had killed all those Muggles? There wasn't. It was actually the Death Eaters that had killed innocents, maybe Riddle had put up with it as a necessary evil to get the power and security he needed to protect others. Or maybe he had become messed up and blamed everything and everyone including Muggles, for what had happened to him. Draco shook his thoughts off; as he swallowed the Potions Madam Pomfrey had left at the bedside for him. He didn't swallow the purple potion though; he didn't need a dreamless sleep thank you very much.
Once he was on his feet, he wobbled dangerously, grabbing onto the bedside cabinet he sighed in relief once his legs stopped shaking. Slipping his wand in in Pyjama pants he made his way to the Dungeon's. He wasn't going to miss out in at least seeing the torture of those who had messed with his brother. He leaned against the walls, until he was half way there by then; the Potion had rejuvenated him completely.
"What are you doing down here?" asked Tray curiously, it was rare to see Draco up and about.
"You don't think I'm going to miss this did you?" scoffed Draco "Are they in there?"
"Yes," smirked the vampire wryly.
As soon as Trey opened the door, the screams were deafening, and Draco wasn't even a vampire. Draco winced, before it was quickly replaced with a feral smirk of satisfaction. It seemed they weren't ones for beating around the bush anyway. He shouldn't have been surprised to see Fred and George there. Although he was, they were Weasley's as light as could be. The door was closed behind him, cutting out any noise that was escaping. Severus obviously didn't want Harry hearing, which Draco knew was a good thing. Despite what Harry had been through, he wasn't one to hurt others, if given the choice Harry would just kill them. They deserved so much more than that, and it seems as though he and Severus thought alike. He knew there and then they were going to get on really well. It was just a good thing Severus knew there would never be anything between Harry and Draco. Otherwise they wouldn't have gotten on at all, and would have probably eventually been asked to leave.
"Hey Malfoy, feeling more at home?" smirked George wickedly.
Draco stared at the Weasley twins, he wasn't sure what to make of them, he was sure this sight would have made his father have a heart attack. That sight would have been funny itself, he hated his father. He had ended up killing his mother, well not directly but it was his fault. Then he himself had been killed, he still wasn't sure who had done it the Aurors or Death Eaters. For all he knew it could have been Dumbledore, he just wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
"Actually I do," smirked Draco, getting himself back under control, he wasn't about to let the twins get the better of him. He hadn't let them at school; he wasn't going to let them now.
"Where do I find the complaint files? Whether they have been dealt with or not?" asked Severus calmly ignoring the teenagers.
"Screw you," spat Dawlish, his entire form twitching and bleeding from various wounds.
"Oh no…I'm afraid its going to be the other way around, after I've got the information I need…I'm going to play some more, you Dawlish are going to die a horrible painful death." stated Severus his voice going low and silky, danger practically seeped from every pore of Severus as he spoke. He was going to kill these Auror's and the longer they took to break the better.
Another three spells were fired Dawlish's way, Fred and George decided on cutting curses, in two very painful places. Fred chose the knee caps, and George chose the thing that hurt Harry the most. Needless to say Dawlish was curled up in agony cupping his groin in agony. Not that he had the chance to concentrate on it long, as Severus fired a nerve ending pain curse, worse than the Cruciatus curse at him. One that Dawlish had never come across all his time in the Auror academy.
"Stop it!" shouted Shacklebolt from where he lay slumped on the wall, bound to it. Wishing with all his might that he had his second wand, unfortunately the Vampire had removed both. Leaving bruises behind, they hadn't exactly been gentle. His wrists and ankles, as well as his side were killing him. He couldn't believe what was happening, everyone was supposed to be safe now.
"Tell us what we want to know," said Fred grimly.
"You're parents would be so disappointed in you, they stopped Voldemort now you are following another? Hasn't the wizarding world suffered enough?" snarled Shacklebolt furiously. That was worse! He couldn't have been more shocked to see the twins if he had tried. He had originally thought they had been captured too, until they started asking questions and threatening Dawlish.
"Even if they knew what kind of man you are?" sneered Draco in disgust.
Shacklebolt went dangerously silent, his mind was going overdrive, wondering if they meant what he thought they meant. He knew the vampire was the one who had Harry; he was unsure of what they were doing with him. If they were here because of what they did, Potter had obviously told on them. It made him feel very worried, Dumbledore had been right they were trying to start another war. He suddenly felt very, very afraid, but they weren't paying attention to him anymore. They were tearing into Dawlish once again.
Dawlish lasted five hours, before he finally broke, and began begging for them to stop. For an Auror he didn't last as long as they thought he would, that was for sure. Draco was disappointed, he had hoped he would last longer; it was kind of pathetic when they began begging really.
"Where are the records kept?" said Severus.
"Even if I did tell you, you'd just kill me anyway," said Dawlish tears rolling down his face. Every part of him ached, even right down deep in his bones and there was nothing to be done. He was bleeding slowly, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer before passing out again. He wanted it to be over, but he wasn't ready to die, he knew they would kill him.
"Perhaps," said Severus, no point in lying - the Auror had some brains. Like he was about to let the arsehole who had dare hurt his mate live.
"Well I want more fun so I'm glad he's not giving in," said Fred loudly, looking as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He couldn't get his revenge on Dumbledore for what he had done, to his baby sister. So he was just getting revenge on the disgusting Wizards that had hurt his baby brother.
"You are sick." said Podmore, speaking for the first time since he had been brought there.
"Are you aren't? What you did to Harry isn't?" sneered Draco, his fist tightening in fury.
"What do you know?" sneered Podmore.
"Enough to know you will die here, in pain, alone, ill make sure you regret laying one hand on Harry." snarled Draco furiously; grabbing his wand he cast the Cruciatus curse on him. Enjoying every second of writhing and screaming coming from the Auror.
Shacklebolt and the other Aurors in the room became more and more alarmed the longer Draco Malfoy kept the curse on. They knew how long it took for someone to loose their mind under the curse. "STOP IT!" shrieked Amvery when it became obvious they weren't going to stop. Amvery knew Podmore better than the others, as he was his partner and had been since they joined. Podmore had saved his life too many times to count, just like he in turn had saved his life.
Harry woke up disorientated, it didn't take him long to realize what had happened. He couldn't believe Severus had put him to sleep. Closing his eyes he delved into the bond, and then he realized what had happened. The Aurors were here, Severus was dealing with them. That thought left him both fearful and warmed at the same time, scared of the Aurors but extremely warmed that Severus cared so much about him. He didn't like the fact that Severus had put him to sleep though, especially in the same building as those creeps. There was one difference now, he had full control of his magic, all of it and if they tried anything he would kill them.
Getting up, deciding to avoid the dungeons, he went to the infirmary instead. He was desperate to see Sirius and Remus, and get some answers - like why had Dumbledore sent them to Azkaban for one. He just couldn't believe it, it would be even worse if he was responsible for their imprisonment. He was scared that Dumbledore had locked them up because he got too close to them.
"Hi Drippy, how is everyone?" asked Harry, looking down smiling at the house elf. Who wore a uniform and looked very happy indeed, it made him think of Dobby, and he hoped the little elf was safe and happy.
"Everyone is fine Master Harry sir," squeaked the house elf in response, looking up at Harry in admiration. Drippy loved Harry, he loved being treated as an equal. Harry had eaten with Drippy and Dizzy in the kitchen a few times. They loved it, it seemed all house elves that came in contact with Harry - seemed to adore the ground he walked on. Severus was no longer surprised, and it wasn't anything new to the others who had already known him for years.
"Has anyone woken up?" questioned Harry.
"No Master Harry," said Dizzy shaking his head.
Harry just sighed and nodded that he understood as he walked further into the room that was currently being used as a hospital wing. Although it was more comfortable than the Hospital wing at Hogwarts. He should know he had been in it enough to know that. They were in proper beds, not just the hard ones usually in Hospitals.
He sat down beside Sirius' bed, Remus was right next to him, and so he didn't have to decide between them. Both of them had been the only tie to his parents, they were his parent's best friend. Although he was upset they had never truly mentioned them, other than to say he was either like them or not like them.
Taking Sirius' hand in his he just stared at them, who had been flung behind the veil? Did he come back then arrested? He was so confused, and he knew he hadn't been Obliviated what he had seen had happened. He wanted answers so badly, but in the end of the day he was so relieved they were okay. A million other things were going through his mind, what if they blamed him for what had happened to him? What if they didn't want anything to do with him? He shook himself at those thoughts, Fred George and the others hadn't cared, so why would they? Still the niggling doubts remained.
Harry sat there talking to them for almost an hour, before something stopped him talking, Sirius' hand twitching. Suddenly more alert, he scooted his chair closer and waited with bated breath for him to wake up. Begging with everything he was, that he was okay after yet more time in Azkaban. If he had survived before, he hoped and prayed he would again.
"Sirius?" said Harry hopefully.
His eyes began blinking almost lazily.
"Sirius?" asked Harry standing up now his green eyes begging with Sirius' closed ones to open up - anything.
It took three more minutes for his eyes to open fully; he just stared at everything looking confused.
"Sirius?" whispered Harry swallowing the lump in his throat praying he was okay.
"Harry?" whispered Sirius, his face contorted in agony, as though his entire body was on fire.
"I'm here Sirius, are you okay?" asked Harry almost crying with relief, his godfather was okay.
Sirius was barely able to nod, even though every bone in his body was screaming with agony. He didn't want his godson to see him like this, where was he? And he wanted something for the pain now before he screamed. He certainly didn't want his godson to witness that.
Harry smelling the pain coming from his godfather quickly gathered up a pain reliever before going back to his side. Holding up his head, "Open up Sirius, it'll make you feel better."
Sirius was barely able to comply, he ached all over, but he knew that Potion would help him. He gobbled it down, not even caring about the taste, a glass of water was in front of him before he knew it. He gobbled that down quicker than the potion if possible, his entire body relaxing as the potion went to work on him. "Where am I?" he croaked and it wasn't due to his mouth being dry.
"Snape Castle," said Harry quietly, he didn't want to disturb the others.
"Where?" asked Sirius confused as well, where was he? Why was his godson here? He couldn't say anything until he was sure Dumbledore wasn't there.
"Don't worry you're safe," repeated Harry quietly.
"Where's Dumbledore?" asked Sirius, it was harder than he thought to keep the anger out of his voice just speaking about him. It was the old bastard who had sent him back to Azkaban, after gloating that it was him that sent him there the first time! Then he had said a lot of things that had made him fear for his godson. The worst of it was them binding his powers; he couldn't use Padfoot to keep himself safe from the Dementors.
"He's dead," said Harry, concerned at why Sirius didn't seem angry, it was washed away when he saw the look of relief and satisfaction on his face. He had his confirmation that Dumbledore had done something to his godfather.
"It's right next door to the main Auror department, it stores everything," moaned Dawlish in agony, unable to take anymore. The others had all been cursed at one point or another, but Dawlish had been the main one getting tortured. Then again Podmore was in the corner, drool coming out of his mouth. Draco had held it on too long, it's what had truly broken the other Auror's. It seemed as though they realized just how serious they were.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" sneered Severus in satisfaction.
He only got a moan of agony in reply, and it was music to his ears. They were going to regret what they did to Harry, before they were killed for good. If they thought they were in for an easy death then they best think again.
"Let's go," smirked Severus in satisfaction.
Fred, George and Draco all left the room first, before the door was locked shut. Severus stared at Trey "Nobody goes in and nobody comes out, they do not get fed or watered unless I say? Am I clear?"
"Understood," agreed Trey not at all surprised with the orders.
"It seems Sirius Black is awake," said Severus listening into his mate's conversation with his godfather.
"Padfoot's awake? Really? Cool!" grinned Fred and George happily.
"Sleep first, let Harry see his godfather first," said Severus smoothly, plus he knew Harry wasn't going to be pleased - he already knew actually. It wasn't anything to do with brining them there, it was the fact he had put him to sleep. He really should have thought it through, but he also knew Harry couldn't stay mad at him. Hell it was the same way around with him, not that he had every truly been angry at Harry yet. He didn't think he could ever get angry at his mate, unless he risked himself.
"I agree," said Draco, sweat covering his brow.
"I'll get him back to bed," said Severus, lifting the protesting teen into his arms. Taking him back to the room he was using, it was near the infirmary, but unlike the others, Draco had privacy and his own room.
"I can make it myself!" protested Draco hotly; he wasn't used to people helping him. Other than Harry, and he certainly couldn't hoist him up, well Draco mused he would be able to now being a vampire and all.
"Sure you can," smirked Severus wryly, putting him on his bed, and helping him into it.
"Do you think Black will be okay about what Harry is?" asked Draco quietly, so quiet that even Harry had trouble hearing him.
"I do not see why not," said Severus, "Most people that are truly prejudiced have had bad experience with vampires. Since we are speaking of his godson, he had better be good about it or he will find himself out on his backside."
"Harry doesn't have many people in his life that he truly loves…Black is one of them. He was devastated when he lost him, if Black doesn't react kindly I'll kill him." stated Draco calmly.
Severus smirked in amusement, "Sleep, you need it." stated Severus, and he did. He shouldn't have used his magic, never mind as one as magic draining as the Cruciatus curse.
"Night," murmured Draco already nearly in the arms of Morpheus.
Well what do you think? will Voldemort even be responsible for all the deaths? or has it dumbledore been on killing sprees? killing the families of muggle borns making it easier for them to mould into his weapons? will James have known? and kept dumbledore's secret? i'm in the mood for dark evilish james lol but its up to you if you dont want it its cool ill make him light :) but i was thinking along the lines of that being why he attacked the potters not the so called prophecy :) and the prophecy one big fat fake completly ochrastated by dumbledore. R&R PLEASE!