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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I’m in a small room waiting to meet this person. It’s bright and it hurts my eyes.
                “Mr. Malfoy, I’m here to discuss your release. I will also assist you in your reacclimation into the world.”
                The man sweeps into the room, his long think traveling cloak billowing behind him. It must be cold outside, I wonder what season it is. He’s well groomed with dark slicked back hair that is graying at the temples. When he looks at me it’s with a look of distaste. This man who is looking down his nose at me is supposed to help me?
‘               “Room and board will be set up for you.”
                My head snaps up and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Yes?”
                “The Manor.” my voice is a rasp with no discernible sounds.
                “Pardon me?”
                I swallow convulsively, trying to moisten my very raw throat.
                “The Manor?” I ask again, my voice barely more than a whisper but the words were able to be understood.
                He checks his notes. “Yes, the manor and its contents are ministry property now, as well as 85% of the gold in the Malfoy vault at Gringotts.”
                I don’t react. It’s just another part of the nightmare.
                “As I was saying, you will have room and board and you are expected to get a job. The remaining money from your vault is in ministry control to help you reenter society. Your funds will be in our control for the next two years and you will meet monthly with me to discuss financial planning, job prospects, and living arrangements for after the two years that you’ll be under ministry watch. All part of the conditions of your release. I will be back in four days to collect you and take you back to your flat.”
                I sit there and stare, trying to process what I’m hearing.
                He stands to leave and I whisper, “Mother and Father?”
                “Still here in Azkaban and will be for a while. As you know veritaserum was used at all trials of known Death Eaters to determine the truth about their involvement with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The amount of involvement determined the length of the sentence. You being relatively young got a shorter sentence, 4 years. Your parents I dare say, have a much longer sentence.”
                He sweeps to the door, “I’ll be back the day of your release. Good day.”
                A human guard binds my arms and legs with magic and levitates me to my cell.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                ^^I slept for about an hour last night but I kept seeing Fred dead, Harry dead, Lavender, Lupin, Tonks, Collin.
                I wake up screaming. Drenched in sweat, like I always do. I wake up pissed off. As always. That fucking locket. It saw my heart, it spoke the words that I hear in my head every fucking day! Especially now. I’m the one that should have died. I have nothing to offer. Bill and Percy were Head boy, Charlie the Quidditch captain. All three have great jobs, jobs mum and dad are proud of. George is doing what he loves and doing it well. He and Fred made everyone happy, they are brilliant. Ginny is popular and plays professional Quidditch. Harry is the chosen one.
                I’m nothing. I do nothing special. The world would not lose anything without me. It should have been me, not Fred.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                He’s here. The man with the sleeked back hair. He looks at me in my thin rags, thin shoes, and covered in filth.
                “Yes” he says wrinkling his nose. “A shower I think.”
                I’m escorted to a shower. My first real shower in 4 years. The water is cold but I have soap. I want to scrub myself clean but I’m only given five minutes. It’s better than nothing. I’m given clean prison clothes and escorted back to that guy.
                “Very well. We will side along apperate to your flat.”
                “I have some questions.” my voice is still low and scratchy. He turns to look at me with that judgmental look.
                “And they are?”
                “What is your name?”
                He looks a little taken aback at this. “Uh… my name is Mr. Twilliger.”
                I nod
                “Will I get my wand back?”
                “Ah… no. Your wand has been snapped. However if you get through your two years probation you will be allowed a new wand.”
                I nod again.
                “Your flat is furnished and five changes of clothes are provided. Basic toiletries and food have also been stocked. You will make a list of things you feel you need. Need, Mr. Malfoy, not want. The list will be attended to with the use of your money. Are there any more questions?”
                “Will I be able to see any of my friends?”
                He gives a humorless laugh. “Many of your friends are in similar circumstances as yourself. You are to have no contact with known or suspected Death Eaters per your probation. After the two years you may reconnect if you should wish.”
                He offers his arm and I hold just above his elbow. We turn and are gone.
                I’m standing in the middle of a small, dingy, dark flat. Five years ago I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. It’s definitely not the manor, but it has more to offer than where I just came from.
                “Welcome back to society Mr. Malfoy.” then Mr. Twilliger is gone.
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                I sat on the threadbare couch and looked around. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. It was so quiet. No moaning, no screaming. It was warm. Turns out that it’s early spring. I should look at what types of food I have but food doesn’t sound good. I could take a hot shower. I could see what I need. Need, not want. I could walk outside. I could do a lot. Instead I lean back and drift to sleep.
                The screams. The screams wake me. I want to scream at them to stop! I open my eyes and I’m confused. It’s not stone that surrounds me. It takes me a minute to realize that I’ve been moved into a flat. But the screams are still there and it’s not me. I can’t get away from the screams. The tortured screams of other.
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                ^^It’s 2:30 in the morning. I fell asleep sometime after 1:45. I woke screaming. Again. Fred’s smiling face. Fred’s face in death. It should have been me.
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