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Shelter	By : obsidiara Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shelter 03

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‘Draco?!‘ Narcissa waited in the hall, her face full of concern and pity.

Draco didn‘t answer and continued to walk on. Refusing to look at his mother.

‘Draco, please! Talk to me! If there is something I can do for you...?‘

Draco whirled around anger burning in his eyes. ‘Haven‘t you done enough already? Stay away from me! I don‘t need your pity!‘

Narcissa looked hurt. ‘But I‘m your mother! I‘m worried about you!‘

‘You? You‘re not my mother! If you were, you would have done something to stop him! You are weak! You have no will of your own!‘

Intense pain flickered across Narcissas face but she said nothing as Draco retreated to his bedroom. There was only one thought on his mind. Today he would go back to Hogwarts. Nothing else mattered. He would escape this living hell once more.

He didn‘t hear the soft footsteps behind him until a cold hand touched his back and made him swirl around. With wide opened eyes he stared at his mother who hold a small box out to him.

‘This is something I bought for you!‘ Narcissa smiled insecurely and shoved the box in Draco‘s hands. ‘Please take it!‘

‘Why should I?‘ Narcissa‘s smile faded and Draco enjoyed it. Until he saw the tears in his mother eyes. His heart missed a beat but he refused to show his discomfort.

‘I know I‘ve done everything wrong, Draco. But please, take it. It might help you...I mean...‘ Narcissa turned around and fled.

Draco blinked in confusion. Suddenly curious he opened the box and froze in shock. With shaking hands he held the glass bottle into the light only to be sure.

A poison? His own mother gave him the means to end his life? Draco couldn’t believe it. He never claimed to understand his mother but this...this was too much.

‘Draco?!‘

Draco tried to hide the small bottle but it was too late. Lucius frowned and stretched out his hands. His son could do nothing else as to hand the bottle over to him. Lucius was no fool. He knew what it was and his face hardened.

‘Who gave it to you? Narcissa?‘ His voice was as cold as ice and Draco flinched in panic, knowing what was about to come. Lucius slapped him hard across the face making Draco stumble back. The next second he found himself on the floor his father standing over him.

‘Have you forgotten what I told you?‘

Draco didn‘t answer. He pressed one of his hands against his burning cheek and fought back the tears which suddenly formed in his eyes.

‘It seems I have to repeat the lesson, Draco. You will not go to Hogwarts today. I‘ll tell Dumbledore you feel not well.‘ Lucius threw the bottle in the air and cast a spell to destroy it. Then his eyes fixed on his son who desperately tried not to show any sign of fear. It would make everything worse. ‘It‘s time to teach you not to run away from me!‘

Lucius moved his wand and a whip formed in his hands. As the first lash burned in his skin Draco curled himself into a tight little ball and prayed he found the strength not to scream.

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‘Beautiful. Even now he is beautiful.‘ Lucius thought as he watched his unconscious son laying in a puddle of blood on the floor.

The man sighed and knelt beside the lifeless body of his son. From the beginning he had made mistake after mistake. He loved Draco so much that it hurts sometimes and actually all he wanted was to make his son happy.

But deep in his heart there was a small egoistic voice which told him to take what he wanted to. Deep in his heart there was a hunger he couldn‘t deny and when he looked at Draco there was a need to possess, a need to take him and this desire frightened him.

How would you call it? Lust, hunger, avidity? He couldn‘t name his unnatural desire to possess Draco every time he saw him and it made himself feeling sick and perverted.

Every day he told himself that it would be the last time, that there would be no further incident.

But when he saw his son, Draco‘s light blonde hair, those beautiful grey eyes—then he knew it would be futile and everything would begin again.

Sighing he lifted the unconscious boy in his arms and laid him back on his bed. There was enough time to heal Draco’s injuries before the boy went back to school.

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The next time Draco gained consciousness he found himself clutching his sheets desperately. Slowly the panic vanished and his breathing settled.

To his surprise he was laying on his bed. A soft sneering at his side made him turn around carefully and he ended up face to face with his sleeping father.

His eyes grew wide and with difficulty he suppressed a scream. Panic rose inside his heart as he silently got up and cautiously left the room.

Agony shot through his sore body. It wasn’t easy for him to walk but somehow he managed into his bathroom. For the second time this day he closed the door behind him. This time he didn’t look into the mirror. He doesn’t wanted to face what his father had done to him again.

Lost in his thoughts he traced one silvery scar at his wrists with his fingertips. Memories flooded into his mind. He was ten years old and his father had raped him for the first time. This day he had cut his wrists.

How often had he tried to kill himself? He couldn’t count the times he cut his wrists, using poison or potions and heaven knows what else to put his life to an end. But nothing worked. His father was always there to save him.

Draco took the knife he had hidden under the towels and weighted it in his hand. Maybe today he would succeed. Determined he moved the blade over his skin watching in odd fascination as his blood gushed out of the cut.

Smiling he watched his life slip away. There would be no more bruises after countless beatings, no more pain and hate, no more abuses. Time to end everything. Maybe there would be another chance. Maybe his next life would be happy...

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