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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Draco led Miranda
and Caesar a little way off with not even a backwards glance towards his father
and the death eaters. He was used to such things now, it seemed recently his
father�s activities with the death eaters had only increased as had his fathers
temper. He was sure Voldemort was putting more pressures on his death eaters
about something.

�� Draco was enjoying
the holiday vacation from Hogwarts, it was the only time he felt he did not
have to constantly put on a show for his father, his Slytherin cronies and
everyone else.

� Snow began to fall,
and Draco glanced up at the grey overcast sky as both horses breath hung like a
misty fog in the air. He briefly closed his eyes a moment and wondered what it
would be like to live someone else�s life.

� He felt a soft warm
breath on his neck and opened his eyes. The white Arabian had thrust her muzzle
near his neck and was snorting softly against him. He absent-mindedly stroked
her sleek fur and breathed deeply of the sweet smell of her equine breath. He
ran his elegantly manicured finger around her lips and when he pulled them away
he saw them dripping with blood. �What the?� he peered at the horses mouth and
saw the deep cuts in her tongue and the bars of her mouth. �Oh bloody hell.� He
softly said.

He remembered his father�s stern warning about not removing
the bridle, but Draco felt his own stomach lurch at the cruelty he had seen his
father inflict on this horse.

�� He loosened the girth around her and pulled
off the saddle from her back. It was raw and bruised where she had been ridden
without a pad. �Damn.� He muttered as his hand reached up and gently, softly
rubbed the wounds. His whole soul for a moment felt as cold and icy as the now
snowy day. What had this horse done to deserve such cruel treatment at the
hands of his father?

� ��Did you get on his bad side too?� Draco
soothingly patted her neck a moment. �Not hard to do with father is it?� He weakly
smiled a bleak grin at her. �Seems any little thing sets him off lately.�� He lay the saddle on the ground next to her
and let her reins dangle down in front of her. �I still say your not vicious.�
He stroked her long white mane a moment then with a soft sigh turned to his own
horse and took off the Caesar�s saddle.�
Steam was rising from both steeds sweaty backs, and the cool air was
soothing and reviving to them.

�� Miranda was glad to
have that stiff saddle not rubbing into her. �Draco slid the reins off from around Miranda�s
neck so he could lead her properly and then leapt back onto his own horse�s
bareback, leading them to the nearby stream to drink. Once they arrived at the
bank of the stream both Miranda and Caesar thrust their muzzles into the icy
water and drank deeply.� Draco glanced
around and then scooping up some icy cold water went to trickle it over the
rubs and blisters on her back.

�� The cold water felt
heavenly on Miranda�s raw back, and she was touched that Draco would even be
kind enough to do such a thing for her. She turned her head and blinked at him
twice hoping he could sense the gratitude in her large brown eyes. �Wish you
were lower, I could get more water on that back of yours right proper.� He
pondered.

� And then the white
Arab looked at him and with an understanding flick of her ear simply kneeled
down on her front knees and lowered the back end down so she was laying down
her long legs folded under her.

� �Oh shit.� Draco
stood stock still for a moment. �You understand me don�t you?�

�� She just resumed
her drinking, as Draco used his wand to begin to douse her back in the cool
water soothing the fresh blisters.� �You
know.� He drawled thoughtfully a moment after he had finished. �This is rightly
yours.� Draco took the foxtail from his pocket that his father had dumped on
the ground. �I saw you turn down that ravine, Father was trying to fight you,
pull you back. But you kept going.� Slowly Draco came around to her right side
and carefully tied the fox�s tail into her long elegant mane. She looked so
wild and intelligent; he could almost picture her running free in some distant
land on desert sands. �I wouldn�t fight you.� He said briefly, �I bet your no
ordinary horse, and if I was riding you, I certainly wouldn�t be cruel like
father is to you.� His hand abruptly stopped rubbing her neck then, as he
glanced at her well muscled neck seeing the Dark Mark upon her, up near her
ear.

�� Then Miranda saw
something she hoped she would never have seen in Draco�s eyes, fear. Total and
utter fear of her. �You�re his,
aren�t you?� He nearly gulped.

�� Miranda knew then that Draco understood that
she belonged to Voldemort and it terrified him. He seemed to grow even paler
for a moment then backed up and gathered Caesar�s reins. �We need to go back,
father will be angry if we are at the stream too long.� Miranda pulled herself
to her feet and tried briefly to nuzzle Draco, to let him know she had
appreciated his kindness he had shown her, but he seemed to stay clear of her
now as if she really was vicious and unpredictable.

�� Never was she more
acutely aware of that blasted Dark Mark as that moment and felt as though it
was branded into her very core and soul. Her dark eyes clouded and her head
drooped sadly, the fox tail tied to her mane blowing gently in the wind as
Draco led her and Caesar back to where he had untacked them. The snow was
falling heavier and thicker and it coated her in a deep chill, much like the
thought of Voldemort. Once back where the saddles were, Draco looked at her
apologetically for a moment as he picked up the huntseat saddle he had taken
off her. �Sorry, but if I don�t put it back father will skin me alive.� However
he was very gentle in putting it on her sore back and left the girth loose.

�� Miranda had no idea
how long the three of them waited for Lucius to come back out of that woods.
The snow was falling faster and thicker, and it was beginning to blanket her
and Caesar. Draco had pulled up his cloak and crawled under his own horses legs
to keep the majority of the snow off him. Caesar had begun to nibble on the
frozen brown grasses but since Miranda had no appetite she had no want of
chewing on dry, dead grasses. With a soft snort she closed her eyes and allowed
her mind to wander weeks and months ago when she had been a young woman in
Sicily going to the beach with her friends or even enduring the catcalls and
sexual pleadings of the young Italian males, what she wouldn�t give to hear one
of the local cugines pleading and
teasing with her.

�� It was Caesar�s
snorting and Draco�s scrambling up to his feet that bought her out of her
daydream. She saw Lucius Malfoy striding back towards him and he indeed looked
in an awful temper. �Damn.� Draco muttered and began quickly tightening
Caesar�s girth preparing for the ride back.

�� Lucius said
nothing to his son, but roughly grabbed Miranda�s bridle causing the bit to
slip and cut deeply into her. �Did I say to loosen her girth Draco?� he hissed
at his son.

�� You only said not
to take her bridle off.� Draco said sullenly as he tried to put strength into
his words.

�� Do not get
insolent with me Draco!� Malfoy glared at his son a moment, and then roughly
and cruelly retightened Miranda�s girth. �We need to make haste getting back.�
He growled.

�� Miranda chose to
forget as much as the uncomfortable ride back as she could. While Lucius did
not purposely seem to be torturing her she could sense he was visibly upset
about something. Whatever Mulciber and the other Death eater had talked to him
about had worried and angered him deeply and this transmitted through the reins
and his spurs as he and Draco rode at breakneck speed back to the stables.

�� Once they got to
the stables Lucius nimbly leaped off her back and told Draco, �I�ll put your
horse up; go to the house, now!�

�� Draco just hunched
his shoulders against the cold and obediently walked off into the darkening
evening back to Malfoy manner.

� Once he was sure his
son had left Lucius led Miranda into the stall and slipped off the magical
bridle, long strings of bloody saliva still clinging to the bit. �Transform
back and redress.� He darkly ordered her. He need not have even given the
order, no sooner was the bridle out of her mouth she already felt herself
transforming back into her human form, and began to get dressed as she shivered
in the cool air.

�� She heard the door
open and some snow blow in briefly and glanced warily up. It was Snape.

� �Severus.� Lucius
approached him; there was no snide or snotty look on Lucius Malfoy�s face now,
in fact the opposite. He was glancing worriedly at Snape as though Snape was a
true leader of the Death Eaters. �Did you hear the news?�

�� Snape narrowed his
eyes and allowed his legilimency to scan Lucius� mind. �Yes, I heard.� He
blandly answered crossing his arms over his chest. �And I suggest you follow
the Dark Lord�s orders exactly as specified. He has only been working for
months on this, getting a link to that Potter brat and setting things up for
him to retrieve the prophecy.� Snape blinked a moment and idly examined his
hand and then spoke down again at Malfoy almost contemptuously, �If our Master
doesn�t get the prophecy or if the assignment is screwed up, I certainly would
not want to be the one to suffer his displeasure, would you Malfoy?�

�� Miranda actually
saw Malfoy pale a slight bit like his son had done earlier. �No, and his orders
will be carried out as ordered.� He tried to put his usual arrogant drawl into
his voice.

�� I sincerely hope
so.� Snape said almost patronizingly, �For your sake I truly do.�

Snape�s eyes caught Miranda watching the two men warily
between the metal bars of the stall. �Release my student; it�s time for us to
leave Malfoy.�

�� Lucius just nodded
and unlatched the stall, Miranda walked back quietly to Snape�s side. She just
knew better than to speak or do anything that would be seen as either insolent
or weak.

� So absorbed was she
in Snape and Malfoy�s conversation that she had not even noticed the blood
dripping from her lips from that damn bridle. She merely grabbed her
Professor�s arm and felt the familiar squeezing sensation of apparating.
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