The Fealty of Draco Malfoy | By : KaliSword Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4353 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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It was during Draco’s 7th year Hogwarts was under the tutelage of Severus Snape and his fellow death eaters, Alecto and Amycus Carrow. It was… stressful. Draco had kept quiet and stayed away from other students during his time back at Hogwarts. The Carrows were horrible, punishing students with the cruciatus spell and forcing students to hurt each other during a “class” they called the Dark Arts.
These were dark times and Draco felt completely helpless. He couldn’t stop the Carrows from torturing students, but he did his best to help students without getting himself involved. One day he saw the Carrows hanging a student in the air upside down in a hallway. He hid behind a suit of armor and cast a notice me not spell.
“Thought you could skip class, eh?” Alecto sneered at the third year Hufflepuff.
“I’m sorry, sir,” they whimpered, face turning red with the blood rush. Alecto let the student drop to the ground abruptly. There was a loud crack of breaking bone. Crying the student stumbled upright.
“Go to the hospital wing you useless brat!” Amycus roughly pushed the student down the hallway looking like they were about to cast crucio, Draco sent a spell down the hallway at one of the other suits of armor to make a commotion. The Carrows turned quickly and ran down the hallway to investigate the noise. Draco took the moment to slip out from his hiding spot and stood beside the Hufflepuff, who stood in shock and pain.
“Get out of my way,” Draco secretly cast a small healing spell on the kid’s arm. The kid hurried down the hallway towards the stairs. The arm was still broken just not bleeding any more. At least he won’t pass out on the way there.
Later that week students returned home for Easter holiday. It wasn’t a relief for Draco. The Dark Lord had been residing at Malfoy Manor all year. The only reason he had begged to attend Hogwarts for his last year was so he could put off being assigned more gruesome tasks as a Death Eater.
His mark was covered at all times. He did not want to be reminded of it, though he had a continuous itch right where it was. Sometimes he found himself absentmindedly scratching it through his shirt. It’s not like it was much of a secret that he was a Death Eater, but he didn’t feel a sense of pride over it.
The one thing his father had been genuinely proud of him for brought him great shame. If I could have done something to avoid this… If I could just remove it... Do I really need my left hand? His thoughts chased each other for what seeme the millionth time since he’d received the mark. He stared unseeing out the window to the Hogwarts Express as they traveled back to King’s Cross. The quiet compartment was the only break he would be able to get for a while. Stretching he changed into his casual robes and slacks. Dread filled him as he thought of the break. Students hurried by whispering something but all Draco heard was, “... They say Potter is still on the run… What is he doing running?”
Potter. Draco mentally scoffed. Running because there is nothing he can do. It’s hopeless. The Dark Lord has won. He shook himself from these thoughts and prepared to leave the train.
The table was set for three and the rest of the long table remained empty of people but full of memories. Draco Malfoy entered the dining hall with downcast eyes; his face a bit pinched and thin. Narcissa Malfoy followed in behind him. They both averted their eyes from the head of the table near the fireplace. That was his seat. They took their seats at the other end of the table where the place settings were. They barely glanced at each other as they waited for Lucius Malfoy to enter.
Draco’s thoughts were clouded as he fought the urge to fidget or flee the room. His thoughts drifted to the last Death Eater meeting that was held last night. Voldemort had given a few tasks and punishments, nothing out of the normal. Draco thought he’d be able to leave unremarked upon until the last few minutes. Voldemort turned his red eyes on Draco with a vicious smile.
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“Draco,” Voldemort crooned. Was this his pathetic attempt at being endearing? “Why, you look so thin. Have you not been eating?”
“I have, my lord,” Draco repressed a shudder and replied meekly.
Voldemort looked to Narcissa, “You must do better at making sure he eats well. I have a task for him soon. He must look... presentable,” Narcissa mumbled her understanding and gave Draco a furtive glance across the table before dropping her gaze again.
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Nothing had happened but they were both unnerved by the prospect of him being assigned a task. They had remained out of favor with the Dark Lord and Lucius was acting as submissive to him as possible. Lucius had perked up after that announcement, hopeful to make amends.
Lucius entered the room and quickly took his seat, “Eat up, Draco. You heard the Dark Lord,” Lucius glanced apprehensively towards the other end of the table, “You have an opportunity to improve our standing,”
“Yes, Father,” Draco replied in monotone before picking up his fork and starting in on his plate. Narcissa and Lucius followed his lead and watched him making sure he at all his food. The silent dinner was tense and Draco was hyper aware of his father’s gaze.
They weren’t talking about anything of consequence. Safe topics were the only thing Narcissa would talk about in front of Lucius. She hardly spoke to him in general now that the Dark Lord made Malfoy Manor his headquarters. It was her form of silent disapproval.
“Draco?” Lucius asked with a raised eyebrow. Draco was startled out of thought and looked up at his father, “Are you feeling well?” Draco didn’t answer for a long moment.
“I apologize… was lost in thought,” Draco put his fork down after realizing he was just pushing his food around on the plate. Lucius hummed but carried on his conversation with Narcissa.
A house elf appeared before Lucius and informed him a group of snatchers had entered saying they had Harry Potter. Draco’s stomach lurched. No! His mind screamed. Horrified he followed as everyone hurried out of the dining room.
There were several men holding a group of people prisoner. They all reeked and trod mud across the rugs.
“What is this?” Narcissa demanded coldly.
“We’re here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” rasped Greyback.
“Who are you?” Narcissa asked. Everyone knew it was Greyback. She was pulling a power trip. Monsters like him weren’t worth acknowledging.
“You know me!” there was resentment in the werewolf’s voice. “Fenrir Greyback! We’ve caught Harry Potter!” Greyback seized Potter and dragged him around to face the light, forcing the other prisoners to shuffle around too.
“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im!”piped up the other snatcher. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see ‘is scar. And this ‘ere, see the girl? The mudblood who’s been traveling around with ‘im, ma’am. There’s no doubt it’s ‘im, and we’ve got ‘is wand as well! ‘Ere, ma’am-”
Narcissa leaned forward examining Potter. She raised her eyebrows when the snatcher thrust the wand in her face.
“Bring them in,” she said, guiding everyone into the drawing room, “My son, Draco,” she nodded to him, “Is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know.”
“Draco, come here.” Draco Malfoy tentatively took a step forward and tried not to look at any of the captives.
“Well, boy?” rasped the werewolf. Potter’s eyes shifted past him as he examined him. After 6 years of watching Potter there was no denying it was him, just with longer hair and skinnier than Draco had ever seen him.
“Well, Draco?” Lucius asked avidly, “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”
“I can’t - I can’t be sure,” Draco answered not wanting to look too hard at any of them. He of course immediately recognized the Golden Trio. Granger’s hair was bushier than usual and they all looked too thin in tattered clothing. They’d been on the run for a long time. Potter’s green eyes were undeniably recognizable even through the puffy skin. He kept away from Greyback.
“But look at him carefully, look!” Lucius was excited, “Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-”
“Now, we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?” said Greyback menacingly.
Lucius remarked on the puffy face and horribly stretched scar. How often had Draco watched that stupid git flatten his fringe down whenever any one mentioned his name with awe. Draco wanted nothing more than for everyone to just let the issue drop and let them go.
“Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” he said and he walked away towards the fireplace where his mother stood watching.
His heart racing. They’d call the Dark Lord any minute and the Boy Who Lived would die. It felt so wrong but he felt so powerless. The last year had made life so much harder for him. He didn’t want to kill Dumbledore and had failed. He hated that horrible people had desecrated his family’s home. He had been forced on several occasions to torture people with the cruciatus spell and hated every moment of it. Harry Potter, once Draco’s nemesis, was now his only hope to escape this nightmare, but he was powerless to free Potter from this mess.
“We had better be certain Lucius,” Narcissa warned. She examined the wand Potter had on him at capture. Not his wand. They can’t verify it’s Potter!
“What about the mudblood?” growled Greyback. They swiveled the prisoners around so the light was on Granger and her wild hair. His mother confirmed Granger’s identity. He had to comply now.
“Look, Draco, isn’t it the Granger girl?”
“I… maybe… yeah.”
His father excitedly confirmed Weasley's identity too. Draco turned away and agreed it might be him.
The drawing room door opened and Bellatrix asked, “What is this? What’s happened Cissy?” She circled the prisoners before stopping a Granger. They confirmed her identity yet again. Bellatrix pulled her sleeve up revealing the ugly dark mark, “Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!”
Lucius interrupted and had an argument with Bellatrix and Greyback about who was delivering Potter to the Dark Lord. Suddenly Bellatrix froze as her eyes landed on the elaborate sword in one of the snatchers hands.
“STOP!” shrieked Bellatrix. “Do not touch t, we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!” everyone froze. Bellatrix accosted the snatchers as to how they found it. Stunnning them quickly she dispatched all except Greyback who was forced to his knees where she held him in place.
“Where did you find the sword?” she asked, brandishing it in his face.
“It was in their tent,” rasped Greyback, “Release me, I say!” she did but he remained wary of her.
“Draco, move this scum outside. If you haven’t the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me.” said Bellatrix. Draco’s stomach curdled.
“Don’t you dare speak to Draco like-” said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix screamed,
“Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!”
Bellatrix ordered the prisoners be sent to the dungeon and that Granger be left behind for questioning. Draco wanted to vomit at the look Greyback gave Granger. Between Bellatrix and Greyback, Granger’s future was grim.
“How did you get it? Crucio!” Bellatrix shrieked. Hermione cried out in pain. “TELL ME YOU THIEF!” Granger shrieked as she was hit with another crucio spell. Wealey’s yells could be heard faintly as Granger’s screams stopped. Draco wanted to scream with her as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Bellatrix drew out her favorite dagger. Draco thought for a moment she’d lost her mind and was going to kill Granger. Dragging the blade against her face then licking the blade, Bellatrix looked the height of madness straddling the girl. Not just any madness, Black family mad. Draco suppressed a shiver as he watched Bellatrix drag the dagger across Granger’s cheek without drawing blood.
“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get the sword? Where?”” Bellatrix shrieked.
Tear soaked Granger answered, “We found it - we found it - PLEASE!”
“You are a lying, filthy mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!” she slapped Granger’s face with each word causing her to scream again.
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!” Bellatrix flung her arm back poised to stab her in the stomach
Bellatrix snarled and pinned Granger’s arm down and started to carve the word ‘mudblood’ into her forearm. Screaming Granger tried to push Bellatrix off but failed. Draco couldn’t watch it. Weasley’s shouts were horribly loud now. Narcissa and Lucius remained still, eyes fixed on the scene before them. Pureblood masks in place.
“We’ve never been inside your vault… It isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!” She sobbed out. No way. Draco thought to himself, There’s no way that’s a fake… she’s lying.
“Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!” Lucius ordered. Draco moved a slowly as he dared. Granger’s screams echoed in his head. Before he reached the door to the cellar he took a deep breath trying to steady himself.
“Stand back. Lineup against the back wall. Don’t try anything, or I’ll kill you!” cursing his shakey voice he opened the door prepared to be attacked. No one moved but he could see the goblin and dragged him by the arm, locking the door behind him. He brought the goblin to Bellatrix who wrinkled her nose.
Granger clutched her arm and sobbed softly as she lay on the floor. There was a loud crack towards the cellar and Lucius sent Wormtail down to check it out. He gave an all clear before they returned to the gobiln.
“Well?” Bellatrix asked never taking her eyes off the goblin, “Is it the true sword?”
“No,” said Griphook, “It is a fake,”
“Are you sure?” panted Bellatrix, “Quite sure?”
“Yes,” said the goblin. She relaxed as relief broke across her face.
“Good,” she said and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another cut into the goblin’s fac, and he dropped with a yell at her feet. She kicked him aside. “And now,” she said in a voice that burst with triumph, “we call the Dark Lord!” and she pushed back her sleeve and touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark.
“And I think,” Bellatrix said, “we can dispose of the mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.” Draco lunged forward as there was a shout.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” as an angry Ron Weasley flung himself into the drawing room. He disarmed Bellatrix causing everyone else to defend themselves.
Bellatrix moved quickly and held a knife to Granger's throat and shouted, “STOP OR SHE DIES!”
“Let her go!” Weasley shouted to her. She laughed pressing the knife until Granger gasped and a drop of blood trickled down her neck. Draco watched it’s path horrified. This was going to be the end of Hermione Granger. They dropped their wands and Draco collected them.
A grinding sound from above alerted everyone to Dobby's presence. Moving quickly Bellatrix pulled both herself and Granger out of the way of the falling chandelier. Draco covered his now bloody face. He didn’t notice Harry rushing to him until they struggled for the wands. Potter easily overpowered him. Dobby took Weasley and Potter out of the Malfoy Manor, without Granger. Potter is safe! He thought
“STOP THEM!” Bellatrix yelled as they disappeared before her eyes. Frantically she pushed Granger to the floor and rounded on Lucius. “How dare you let them get away!” He stood in shock.
“That isn't possible,” he muttered, “How…” Bellatrix clutched at her hair. Draco held as still as possible even though he wanted to jump for joy. Potter was safe. Narcissa took the moment to check on Draco, cleaning him up and healing him.
“The Dark Lord will punish us for letting Potter escape!” Let him. Potter has to finish this.
Granger took the opportunity of distraction to crawl away. Unfortunately that was about the same time Fenrir Greyback made his way towards her. Draco watched her, horrified as he realized would happen.
Granger, who was leaned up against the wall clutching at her bloodied arm. Greyback growled softly as he watched her. Shivering she pushed away. In two steps the werewolf was right in front of her crouched, “You weren't trying to escape were you?” She couldn't look away but did not reply. Fenrir grabbed her and pulled her close to him, giving a long sniff, “So sweet and young. A little older than I like,” he leered at her, nails ripping holes in her shirt. Granger pulled away in disgust but couldn’t fight him off.
Bile rose in Draco’s throat as he watched this. He didn’t think before he stepped forward and confronted the werewolf, “What are you doing here half-breed?” Draco asked stonily. Anger radiated from him. Breathe. Just breathe. He reminded himself.
“I can deal with her for you,” Greyback purred, licking Granger’s cheek slowly. Draco was disgusted with the implication. In no way would he let Greyback have her. No one deserved that fate.
“Bring her here, Draco,” Narcissa commanded. Draco grabbed Granger’s shirt collar and glared at Greyback to release her. Greyback quirked an eyebrow at him before letting Draco haul her over to his mother and aunt.
“Where did they go?” Bellatrix snarled at Hermione. She stood still and said nothing.
*SLAP* Bellatrix struck Granger across the face. Reeling she swayed and two firm hands gripped her in place. “Tell me where they went!” Bellatrix practically shrieked.
“Even if I knew where they went I wouldn't tell you.” Granger replied in a low but strong voice. Draco couldn’t help but admire her resilience, especially against his aunt.
“I know ways of making people talk,” she ran her wand down Granger's cheek, “CRUCIO!” She screamed in pain as she fell to the floor. Pain pricked every nerve of her body.
Draco was agitated at Greyback’s repeated offer to ‘deal’ with her. He made his decision. He would do whatever he could to ensure her safety even if that meant he risked his own life in the process.
“She is stubborn and smart. I have a better way to break her.” Draco said. Bellatrix cackled and hugged Draco.
“Oh you will make the Dark Lord so proud, Draco!” she stepped beside Granger and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her upright, “You're going to wish you had never been born Mudblood.” She thrust Granger to Draco who caught her, “Give us a taste, Draco dear,” Bellatrix grinned with a malicious glint in her eye. Draco swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and looked at Granger with disgust he did not feel. Her brown eyes were panicked and she could barely stand on her own.
“Kneel, mudblood,” she set her jaw defiantly.
“No,” she laced the word with hate. He let go of her and stepped away. She fell to the ground unable to support herself, “Good enough,” he waved his wand and vanished her clothes. She flinched and curled up into the fetal position on the floor.
“Finally something interesting,” Greyback chuckled as he eyed her naked form greedily. Draco glared at him before returning to Granger. Draco grabbed her uncut arm and dragged her arm behind her back forcing her to her knees.
“This is where you belong, mudblood,” Draco spoke loud enough for everyone to hear into her ear, “On your knees in servitude to your betters,”
He summoned a house elf to take Granger and put her in his study. She shuddered weakly and was whisked away to Draco's study. She’s safe for now.
Bellatrix and Lucius praised him for his show of strength. Narcissa gave him one angry glance before he excused himself from the room and made his way to his study. He braced himself for her attacks. He took a deep breath and composed himself before he entered.
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