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Broken Wings	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter - 32
As you sow
Draco took her to Florean Fortesque instead of the candy shop because he knew that children prefer ice creams. He wanted her to loosen up a bit so that she would tell him everything. He entered the ice cream parlour, her small hands in his as he searched for a table which was not surrounded by many people. They ordered their ice creams and sat down. She seemed happy with her choice and told him that he ice cream was absolutely delicious. Her excitement delighted him.
As soon as she was finished, Draco asked "So, Tessa, tell me about your grandfather."
She looked up at him at that and shook her head, her eyes wide and watery and tortured all of a sudden.
"Tell me. You don't have to scared of anyone. We will punish him and take you away. But if you keep quiet, then we won't be able to punish him."
She looked into his eyes, as if trying to decide something and he looked back at her with kind and soft eyes.
"He used to come when I was sleeping."
Draco stared and a bead of sweat gathered on his forehead "Did he-"
She shook her head and continued "No, magic helped me. Sometimes when I bathed, he would try to enter, attempting to catch me off-guard. I lived in constant fear that once day I won't be able to protect myself and that he would-"
She was breathing hard and he was not faring well himself. On the one hand, he was angry at Vernon Dursley and on the other hand, his own past was haunting him. So many times, he had been caught off guard. Some of his regular clients used to just barge inside his room sometimes and he had no other option other than entertaining them. He couldn't throw them out and risk losing his clients.
"Uncle Draco." Tessa's soft voice brought him out of his tortured musings and his eyes shot wide open. Belatedly, he realized that his hands were trembling and were clenched hard enough to bruise his palms. His teeth were gritting and Tessa continued "I did not let him. Magic always helped. Pansy used to encourage him and I hated her so much. She wanted to bind my magic and hurt me. I never understood why."
He stared at her and blinked hard and stared some more, trying to understand why his long lost best friend would try to harm anyone in this manner.
"Will you take us away?" She asked and extended her small hand towards him.
He nodded and took it in his "Yes. We will punish him and take you somewhere you would have exposure to magic. Next year you would be able to go to Hogwarts. It is a school where you learn magic."
Her eyes lit at that and he told her everything he remembered about Hogwarts, leaving the details about war and only when she looked happy enough, he started "Now. we will go back Tessa. You will have to be brave and I will have the policemen capture him. Everything depends on you now."
She shook her head and her eyes welled at that "I am sacred of him."
"We will be there for you. Please. We have to put him behind the bars."
"Okay." she said and tears slipped down her cheeks as she traced random patterns on the table with her first finger. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed and Draco's heart went out to her. He got up and gathered her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he stroked her hair. He sighed deeply to control his fury before he apparated in front of the Dursley house.
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A couple of minutes later he found himself in front of there door, practically shaking with anger. Tessa was crying now. She was not a loud child. She was sobbing soundlessly and Draco wondered if she had been compelled to be quiet to keep all this shit a bloody secret from her father.
This thought just increased his rage.
He slammed open the door to find Harry talking politely to his cousin and aunt and his blood boiled. Tessa's crying had been reduced to sobs and he closed the door before placing her on the floor. She ran and sat on the sofa beside her father, not quiet touching him.
Then he stalked towards Harry. He was looking at him cautiously, perhaps trying to understand his anger and he glared at the man.
Only when he was standing directly in front of his useless relatives, did he cross his arms and start speaking "You pathetic excuse for a father. You do not deserve to have a daughter or a cousin. You do not deserve anything. Yet your daughter is sitting beside you. She is disgusted with you because you didn't do a thing to save Harry and then you did not even notice that your daughter was being tortured. She has bloody lived in a constant terror. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IS IT TO LIVE IN FEAR THAT ONE DAY SOMEONE MIGHT-" Draco stopped over here and started breathing heard. His chest was heaving and his hands were trembling slightly.
He had buried his past somewhere deep inside his mind and had not wanted to relive it ever again. But now the memories were escaping bit by bit. He should never have returned to Britain. It was a wrong decision. There was no need to find the culprits. He had lived for the past decade and could live for the next as well. Why had he returned to the place which tortured him?
There had been several nights when he had not been able to sleep in the fear that the moment he closed his eyes, someone would barge inside or that someone might knock him unconscious just because they knew that he was a whore and they were his clients.
He remembered the fear, the agony he went through each time someone looked at him with disgust in his eyes and still proceeded to fuck him and then left him bloody and torn somewhere in a dirty alley or near garbage.
He would never forget the fear.
No matter how much he tried, he had never been able to escape it, never, because it was the only way to earn his bread and butter.
It was weird, he had often thought. They would ask him for his consent and he would nod with utter pain in his eyes. Why did they never notice his helplessness? Is pleasuring yourself so important that you do not even think about the other person's sanity, of his dignity?
Were they blind that they never saw the denial in eyes or deaf that they never heard his cries of pain and pleas of mercy?
Why did none of his clients stop to think that he was a human being, that he needed help, that he did not want to sell his body. Why did they never see that he was not submitting himself because it was his work. He was surrendering because he did not have any other option.
Those people who fucked him ruthlessly and without preparation, who called him a cunt, a whore, a worthless, good for nothing slut went to there home, slept with there wives, played with there children.
How could they face there children and wives after destroying his soul, bit by bit. Bit by bit, they ruined him and left a shell of himself, the real Draco Malfoy buried somewhere unreachable.
They would go and give speeches in front of people to gain votes or appear in wizengamot and decide the fate of criminals. Did they have any right to all these things. How were they not criminals when Draco begged them to prepare him because he had already had two clients that day and they proceeded to fuck him dirty and bloody.
How were they innocent? Why did they not deserve to be thrown behind bars? Was it not - not- not-
He had not even realized when his eyes had closed and he had covered his head with both of his hands, whimpering as if he was in pain.
Harry's warm arms that wrapped around his body brought him out of his torture. It seemed that several hours had passed but actually it had just been a few minutes.
His eyes were wet and he hugged Harry desperately. Harry knew him and so he kept quiet. Draco did not need any false reassurances.
When he calmed down a bit, he looked up at Harry. His own eyes were burning because of the tears he had repressed and Harry was looking at him. His eyes were so pained that Draco could only stare. It was obvious that he could feel Draco's pain. There was a question in his eyes and Draco could read it clearly. They asked him that why had he never shared his pain with Harry. Why had he never told him that he was in so much pain and the answer was very simple.
Harry had never asked him. He had never expressed his desire to know about Draco's past. He had never wanted to understand the reason behind Draco's over possessiveness and insecurity. He averted his eyes bitterly from Harry's and backed away with a cough so as to clear his throat.
He turned around to find Petunia Dursley looking at him with horrified eyes and Dudley looking at the ceiling, ashamed. Tessa was simply sitting on the sofa, her eyes on her lap, her shoulders shaking a little. She was crying soundlessly again. This gesture infused a spark of cold fury inside him. A small girl should not have to hide her pain like this. She should not hide her fear just because others would feel that she is dirty or week.
She sat there, her legs crossed, looking small and lost. She was just ten year old and he wanted to kill Vernon Dursley but that would be a mercy. He would not give the bastard such and easy death. The man would pay.
"Mr Malfoy-Potter, you are right. I am so-" Dudley started, an apology in his eyes and Draco stopped his speech with his raised palm. He heard Harry sigh behind him. But the mans stayed silent. they were completely different in this aspect. Harry was too forgiving and Draco did not forgive anyone, not so easily atleast.
"I do not have anything say to you except perhaps that you must grow a spine. It's high time and I do not care if Harry has forgiven you. He is so bloody forgiving that I already knew that he would forgive you. I won't though and I do not trust you either. I will keep tabs on Tessa and she will know Harry and me. You will not keep her away from her family and she will attend Hogwarts. I am warning you. If you ever hurt her, you will regret it."
Draco had expected them to shout or scowl atleast but they did not utter a word, choosing to nod instead.
After a few minutes, Petunia spoke, "You are a very strong man Mr. Malfoy-Potter and I know that you would move on from whatever is torturing you right now."
Draco breathed and his throat clenched as he looked at the woman. For just a moment, he could see Lily Potter in the woman and he could simply stare as she spoke her next words "I- we are sinners. I should have ensured that Harry had a happy childhood and god is punishing me for it. Dudley tortured his cousin and now he has to live with the fact that his won father tortured his daughter for god knows how many years. So you see, Mr. Malfoy-Potter, it is circle. As you sow, so shall you reap. Those who tried to destroy you, those who hurt you will be punished, just like my husband will be, at your hands. I just hope that you would find a family in me and Dudley as well, with time. It seems that you have already accepted Tessa. We will wait for that day."
He felt Harry's arms wrap around him again and heard a murmur "Calm down Draco."
Draco huffed and pushed Harry away with gentle hands and continued, looking at Dudley now, "Now on with it. Where is Vernon Dursley? I have already sent a word to the muggle policemen. They will come and take Tessa's statement and take him away. We will take you to Hogsmeade. You can live on rent over there until you find a suitable place to live in. You can sell this house and convert the money into Galleons."
"Okay. Dad is in the basement. I had locked him down." Dudley spoke, his eyes gleaming with hatred for his father, "Whatever you do with him, do let Tessa and me witness it. She needs closure and I need to see him punished for what he did to both my cousin and daughter. He deserves nothing short of an agonising death.
Draco looked at him, trying to read him and he knew that his eyes were hard and usually, people flinched from his gaze. He expected Dudley to flinch as well but the man didn't. He looked at Draco with fury in the depths of his eyes and Draco nodded curtly.
"Let's go." It was Harry who said it. His eyes were determined and fierce though his fingers that were entwined with Draco's were trembling.
"I am with you." Draco whispered and pressed his forehead to Harry's "Breathe. I am with you."
Harry did just that. He breathed and replied softly, looking into his eyes, his green eyes a bit sad, "I know. So am I. Let's go."
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