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Chapter
13 – Needles

Draco
woke up in a dark cellar chained to one of the walls with a dark
figure sitting in front of him; as the cloaked shape raised his head
Draco recognised him as the Dark Lord and watched two red slits
glaring at him from the darkness that was his face. Funny how much
things can change in a couple of months, he guessed the sight of what
he was seeing would be enough to make him shit his pants a few months
ago, now; now it was nothing compared to what laid ahead him if he
didn’t discover a way of ridding Hermione of her curse.

“Tell
me, Draco; are you used to stick to your tasks until you render them
useless?” Voldemort said as he slashed a wound across Draco’s
chest with the movement of his finger, as if an invisible whip cut
his skin open and made him hiss in pain.

“Do
you think disobeying your Lord is the best way to go through with
them, young Malfoy?” he slashed his skin again making Draco
flinch in pain one more time.

“The
way I remember it, my lord, it was your idea” Draco whispered,
something about knowing the Dark Lord could no longer cause more
pain than the one looming ahead gave him a cocky stance, too cocky
perhaps...

“Assumptions,
Draco, will take you nowhere...” Voldemort said as he thrashed
his head against the hard wall behind Draco; “It was your
father’s plan from the start; I only received word of your
treacherous actions, young Malfoy, very recently” Voldemort
hissed before he continued; “and rest assured, that you and
your father will pay for the consequences of your actions” he
said throwing four needles towards Draco’s extremities “but
you, of course young Malfoy, You shall pay the most”

“So,
we did not please our lord after all?” Draco said tilting his
head to look at Voldemort in a painful but still daring way

“Don’t
tempt me, Draco, I could slaughter you in a matter of seconds”
this only made Draco smirk more.

“oh,
but of course, I have better self control than that, young man, I’ll
see you suffer long before you give your last breath” Voldemort
threatened twisting the needles inside his arms and making them crawl
like worms up his skin.

Draco
looked up to him again and flinching, he whispered “So what was
it, that I did that displeased My Lord so” Voldemort looked at
him with fury on his eyes as he answered “You rendered my
weapon useless, Malfoy” and the needles that were running
through his body exploded the way a hedgehog does and started
flogging his body with full force.

“Are
you enjoying the way I’m starting Young Malfoy?”

“Not
quite yet” Draco hissed in response as he glared Voldemort
right back; he was, after all, the one responsible for Hermione’s
state.

Voldemort
answered with a wave of the cruciatious curse thrown at Draco.

*

The
elder Malfoy was thrashing in his cell, apparently close to Draco’s
from where he could hear his son’s screams, the Dark Lord had
already finished with him and had also informed him in what way
exactly Draco had ruined his plans.

Of
all the irresponsible things his son could do, he had to get pregnant
not just any witch, but the witch the Dark Lord had chose as weapon,
and not just with one baby, but with twins!

At
least, he understood now why he had found him in his Library. He had
begged the Dark Lord for understanding, even if he knew from start
that it was a lost battle, he had begged him to spare his only son.
Hope was indeed the last in the box.

Hours
passed before the screams were finally silenced, but Lucius was old
enough to know that didn’t mean the torture was over, far from
it, he feared it had barely started, so he’s yells and beatings
on the door just became more frantic.

*

Draco
never heard any of it, in reality his cell was far away from his
father’s but after hearing the pleas of Lucius for his son, the
Dark Lord had seen it fit that he heard the way he was tortured from
his own cell, and just like his father had guessed the reason behind
his silenced screams didn’t mean his torture was over, far from
it, he had simply lost the strength to voice his pain, or voice
anything at all and it happened long after he had lost the strength
or will to move.

He
could still hear the Dark Lord talking, but had no interest
whatsoever in answering, even if he could have, he couldn’t
care less if Voldemort had sacrificed three of his best and most
loyal followers to procure the curse he had administered to Hermione,
a part of him was happy she was finally out of his clutches, that
part was largely overwhelmed by another part of him that clarified
that that only meant she was going to die and that she was going to
die because of him, it was precisely that part which sided with
Voldemort, and told him he deserved everything he was getting, and
more. This part of him was indeed thankful that he was going to die
before ever having to witness her inevitable demise.

His
hunted look called the attention of his torturer, and he saw him
stare at his eyes as he laid sprawled on the floor while he pulled
his wand out and neared it to his temple, even as he realised what he
was doing, Draco was too weak to even try to stop his advances as he
pulled out his last thoughts in the form of a platinum string of
liquid that he then, proceeded to near his temple until it passed
through his head, saw Voldemort close his eyes as he listened to his
thoughts and just closed his too, in surrender.

When
he opened them again it was to see the furious glare of the Dark Lord
piercing him again; “Glad, are you? Of me killing you”
Voldemort said slowly; “you are glad I’m torturing you to
death before you ever see her die! You fancy yourself in love with
the mudblood, little scum?! And you pretend to use me as the avenging
angel that delivers you from earth for your sins! ME, The Dark Lord,
The most Powerful Wizard of all times! You think I’ll be doing
you a favour! To you
– he stressed the word – after all you’ve done!”

Draco
felt himself thrown into the wall, felt some ribs brake as his back
burned from the suddenly flaming wall, before he was thrashed again
back into the floor at the feet of his tormentor.

“Not
so easy, treacherous scum, YOU WILL SEE HER DIE! You will witness the
consequences of your acts before you ever return to this cell, and
then, Young Malfoy, THEN, you’ll be here for a long time,
paying for your sins against me, before I ever set you free from this
world”

The
last thing he heard was how the lord cracked his knuckles before he
apparated away. The next time he opened his eyes he was laying in his
bed with his mother tending to his wounds.

**//**//**//**//**

A/N:
I apologize again for the mess in the chapters from a few days ago; I
was trying to update a chapter and then messed up the order of
everything; I tried to fix it back then but it took me longer than I
thought. Well here it is at last Chapter 13, I know it’s short
but Chapter 14 is on the way
too
along with a special cookie I have in mind. I hope you liked it,
again sorry for such a long wait.
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