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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter 40

If it wasn’t for his father holding him back, Draco would have rushed over to his mate. Something was wrong, that fat muggle should have been nothing more than a zombie when he came to pick Harry up. But not only was the bastard able to yell, and belittle Harry, but had also grabbed his mate by the back of his neck, causing him to wince from the pain.

He watched Harry’s face go white, his limbs start trembling from the abuse that the muggle was inflicting. He didn’t even notice his father bend down to whisper in his ear, “Son you can’t run over there now, Dumbledore is watching. But watch there is another person who will not let the abuse continue.”

He looked to where his father was pointing; Hermione was also looking at the situation that Harry was in. The witch spoke quickly with her parents, before rushing over to Harry. He still couldn’t hear anything, but from the looks of things Hermione was arguing with the muggle. From past arguments with the witch, Draco almost felt sorry for the filth; but he deserved everything plus more of what Hermione could dish out.

After several minutes of arguing Hermione looked at him, mouthing the words, “I will protect him.” Draco watched the muggle let go of Harry storming out of the station with both Gryffindor’s following him. Looking back at his father, “We have to hurry something has happened. The muggle should not have been able to do that.”

His father giving him a cold look, “I agree we can beat them to the Dursley’s residence if we hurry.” They both made a quick stop at Malfoy Manor to be able to use the floo, which luckily had not been shut down, and also grabbing reinforcements. If anyone could drag the truth of what had happened out of the muggles it was the Lestrange’s and they were more than happy to help.

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Still shaking from his earlier treatment, Harry’s only reassurances he had was that his best friends who had managed to be able to ride along. This wasn’t what was planned, after Draco and his grandmother had picked him up from the Dursley’s; they were to head to the Granger’s picking up Hermione. Now Hermione was in the backseat with him and from the looks on his uncle’s face would; she would see firsthand the type of abuse he experienced.

When you are fearful of the unexpected ten minutes feels like an hour; and an hour feels like forever; anything longer is unbearable. They didn’t talk on the ride to the Dursley’s but Hermione did grab his hand squeezing it in comfort. Hopefully Draco and Lucius saw the interaction with his uncle and they would be waiting for him when they arrived. He shivered at the thought that they may not be there.

Pulling into 4 Privet Drive, everything looked peaceful; the appearance was deceiving of what truly happened behind the closed doors. Uncle Vernon turned around giving him a disgusted look before speaking, “I know what you did freak.” Pulling out a necklace he was wearing under his shirt. “Your Headmaster came and released my family of the enchantments your freakishness caused…This is to protect me from it.” His Uncle looked at Hermione the cold look changing into something else. “Boy get out of my sight, I will take care of you later…As for this friend of yours, she should be taught a lesson now.”

Harry didn’t like the look on his Uncles face; before he was fearful of what his Uncle would do to him; now the fear changed to what his Uncle could to Hermione. He had to get Hermione out of here; she should never have come to this house with him. There were two options; he and Hermione could run away from the house, hoping to find their way back to Malfoy Manor. Or hope the floo connection in the house was still working and make a run for it.

“Boy I thought I told you to leave.”

He made his decision; holding Hermione’s hand tighter, opened the car door pulling her through it. Knowing it wouldn’t take his uncle long to start chasing after him, so he had to get to the floo connection and the floo powder stored under the vase before his uncle caught up to them. It was a gamble, to head into that home, but if it worked it could save them days of making it too Malfoy Manor on their own.

“Listen Freak, you can’t hide from me…” Uncle Vernon bellowed slamming the car door. Reacting quicker than Harry thought he could, so he pulled Hermione faster behind him.

Skidding to a stop in front of the fireplace, still holding Hermione’s hand; with one hand he searched for the floo powder. Knocking over vases, pictures, and other knick-knack’s in his search for his way out of this nightmare. After several minutes he could his Uncle coming closer, he found the bag of floo powder at the last minute. Stepping back, throwing it in the fireplace; relief flowed through his body when the flames turned green.

Scrambling back, falling to the ground pulling Hermione with him; to give the Elves room that were coming through the connection. Draco was first coming forward scooping him up in his long hard arms. The arms trembled holding him closer as the blond buried his face into his hair. Lucius was next followed closely by the Rabastion and Bellatrix Lestrange, standing in front of Harry, Hermione, and Draco blocking them from his Uncles view as he came crashing into the room.

He watched as Rabastion dropped his glamour; he always thought Rabastion looked serene sending out waves of peace and calmness. This new Rabastion was the complete opposite; he looked almost insane as he gave his uncle a smile. It wasn’t cold, or mocking, more like sadistic pleasure that crossed the strange Elf; he shivered, grateful that he had never been on the receiving end of that smile.

With the entrance of Vernon, Draco moved swiftly, grabbing his uncle by the flabby neck; pushing him against the wall. The blond actually growled at Vernon, his rage keeping him from talking. He couldn’t believe the strength that Draco had; being able to push a 300 pound muggle into the wall was extraordinary. Lucius stepped forward placing his hand on his son’s shoulder.

“Draco you need to take both Harry and Hermione to the Manor.” Lucius said his tone cajoling.

“He needs to be punished…I need to punish the filth…” Draco said slamming Vernon into the wall with each word.

Lucius chuckled then looked at the Lestrange’s; Rabastion still smiling and licking his lips, and Bellatrix bouncing in excitement. “I think it would be better to have the masters have the pleasure of this filths’ torture.”

Draco looked over his shoulder, shrugged his shoulder; letting his uncle side down the wall. The blond straightened his clothes brushing them off as if he touched something dirty and walked over to Harry and Hermione. He helped Harry stand up, and then also helped Hermione, “Come on you two.” Looking at Hermione, “I’ll give you a tour of the Manor while my father is busy.”

Draco threw in floo powder, yelling out Malfoy Manor and escorted them both through the green flames.

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Lucius walked back and forth in front of the disgusting filth that cowered at his feet. Hitting the muggle in the stomach with his snakehead cane, only produced a groan from his mouth, but it was enough to get his attention. “Where are your wife and delightful son?” He sneered down his nose.

“They…They are shop…Shopping…They should…should be back soon.” The muggle stuttered out.

“Ahh so we will have some time to play.” Lucius said then went and sat down in a wing backed chair; sitting back crossing his legs, placing the snakehead cane over his bent knee. “Let’s play a game…Which you have no choice but to play. I’ll ask a question, if you lie; or I don’t like the answer; Rabastion and Bellatrix will take a step closer.”

The muggle looked up at the two who were mentioned whimpering in fear, cowering again. The Lestrange’s laughed at this game, and he chuckled knowing that this was a game that the muggle had no chance of winning.

“Did you talk to Headmaster Dumbledore?” The muggle didn’t answer. Dropping his head down, shaking it no. He was astonished that the muggle was even trying to lie at this point. “That was a test, I know you have.” Waving his hand, having Rabastion and Bellatrix to move forward, were the muggles eyes widened with their approach.

“Hmmm…Did the Headmaster give you something?” This time the muggle did speak, mumbling the word, “No.” He raised his eyebrow, “You do like to live on the edge don’t you?” The Lestrange’s cackled coming closer to the Muggle.

“Were you planning on hurting Harry?” He drawled. This got a reaction from the muggle, his head shooting upwards looking him in the eye saying, “That freak deserves everything coming to him and more…”

He came out of his chair, quickly moving at the muggle before he could finish. He grabbed the chin, forcing the muggle to meet his eyes, “That was the wrong answer.” He removed his hand wiping it clean from touching such filth, sneered down at the muggle. “Since you don’t want to participate in my game, we can move to the end.” He went and sat back down in the same chair. Watching the Lestrange’s haul the muggle into a chair tying him down. Chuckling how the muggle was already screaming, when they hadn’t even started yet.

Bellatrix explained it once to him, about how a living body could retain memories. The very memories were imprinted into each cell, and if they were carefully harvested she could bring the memories to life. It was a bloody, painful procedure; but perfect for the muggle with the crimes he had and was going to commit. After this day, what his son did to these disgusting creatures would seem like child’s play.

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Even though Bellatrix was clearly enjoying herself, she was methodical in her telling, exactly where Rabastion would have to get the cells from; which Rabastion did with the same sadistic smile plastered on his face. First peeling the skin from each finger tip and knuckle, which Bellatrix would put in a bottle labeling. Next the same thing was done to his toes, knees and elbows, even on one occasion Rabastion cut too deeply. When the muggle screamed, Rabastion laughed harder saying, “opps.” The other cells that were harvested were one eye, which was extracted slowly and carefully as not to damage it; and a piece of the tongue was cut off, each going into their own container. By this time the muggle was moaning in constant pain.

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The last object that Bellatrix pulled out looked innocent compared to everything else they had done so far. Being curious he asked, “What is that?”

Bellatrix still working with the object answered, “This is going to pull the cells that came from his spinal cord, it won’t kill him.” She then gave the muggle an eerie smile, “I could have gotten all the information I needed from those cells.” She shrugged her shoulders, “But this way is more fun.”

Rabastion kicked the muggle in his back so he was leaning forward in his bonds. Bellatrix inserted the long sharp object in the muggles back, and he watched as the container filled with a colorless liquid. A shriek that came from the doorway made him wince, that must mean the family has come home.

“Bellatrix, is it possible to get the same information from these other two muggles?” Lucius asked binding the two new muggles to another chair. The only difference was he gagged the weed; her voice was sending needles into his skull.

“Of course, should we do it the easy way, or the hard way?” Bellatrix asked smiling that her fun wasn’t over yet.

Casting a quick tempus, realizing that they had been at the Dursley’s residence for two hours decided they didn’t have time to play anymore. “I am afraid you will have to do it the easy way, the Dark Lord will be awaiting our return.” Bellatrix frowned and Rabastion lost his smile, but both agreed and quickly collected the cells they spent so much time harvesting.

Rabastion having not talked through the whole process asked, “What should we do with them?”

Smiling as he looked over the muggles bound in front of him, getting up he went to walk towards the floo, “Well they will have to come with us. We were careless to leave them behind last time; and from what I hear Severus needs some test subjects for a potion of his.”

Casting three Wingardium Leviosa’s in quick succession, and went through the floo with the chair-bound muggles floating after him. A quick stop in the dungeons to show his new guests their living quarters, and then he would need to report to the Dark Lord. One good thing about this was he didn’t need to clean up the mess this time, he knew the Lestrange’s would take care of it.
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