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Spellbound 1: Return to Hogwarts

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Green fields, brown telephone poles, and farmhouses passed in a blur. Draco's compartment on the Hogwarts Express remained empty; most students took one look at his angry scowl and found another place to sit. Draco's relief at escaping his summer prison did not alleviate the small bundle of nerves twisting in his stomach and Draco did not want to speak with any of his friends or Slytherin followers. Never in Draco's wildest dreams did he imagine he would look forward to another school year at Hogwarts.

None of the doors on Hogwarts Express had locks, but the closed door offered some measure of the privacy Draco had lacked all summer. For the first time in three months, he was alone and no one could touch him or tell him what to do. Freedom was an intoxicating chemical, he decided while stroking the smooth wood of his wand, admiring its polished surface.

"Come on, Harry, hurry up! We're almost there and you need to get your robe on! Honestly, what were you thinking this morning?" Hermione's voice was loud outside in the hallway.

Draco slouched lower in his seat, hoping no one peeked in and saw him by himself, especially Potter, Weasel, and Granger.

"Hermione, don't worry: my robe is in our compartment. Ron changed its color and I need your help to fix it..." Their voices dwindled down the hall of the swaying train.

Draco sat straight again once the voices completely faded. He looked out the window, staring at the reflection in the glass more than the passing countryside. The bruise on his cheek was impossible to hide without resorting to magic, which he could not perform himself without owls fthe the Ministry descending upon him. His newest bruise was a spectacular shade of purple, blue, and black. Tinges of yellow spread towards his ear and down his jaw.

His summer homework sat undone in the baggage compartment with his owl Starfire, whom he had not seen since he left Hogwarts in June. This morning his father had the house elves stow his luggage on Hogwarts Express while Draco waited in the car. His mind shied away from the memory into a safer area, such as his summer schoolwork that lay unfinished in his trunk.

Finding an acceptable excuse for his uncompleted homework assignments would be no easy task, he realized, when a loud bang thudded at his compartment door.

Draco jerked his head in the direction of the loud noise. He scowled at Vincent's and Gregory's ugly smiling faces. Heart racing, blood vessels throbbing with fury, Draco said in his coldest voice: "Go away."

"But we just spent all this time looking for you," Vincent complained, coming further into the small compartment to make room for Gregory.

Panic eroded Draco's thin control and he stood up, not able to stand having anyone looming over him. "Vincent, Gregory, I'll hex you if you don't leave right this minute." He raised his wand praying they wouldn't call his bluff.

"We don't need this," Gregory said, grabbing Vincent's arm. "Draco, we will find you when we arrive at Hogwarts. Looks like you aren't up for some sport after all. I thought you loved tormenting the first years." Gregory left dragging Vincent after him.

Unsettled, Draco closed the door praying he'd feel normal again by the time he reached Hogwarts. His stomacill ill rumbled from stretched nerves. He sat back down and continued to stare out the window, not at all interested in finding Potter and tormenting him or the first year students.

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The sky was darkening as they pulled into the train stop and unloaded. Fifth years had their own separate carriages waiting for them. He saw Pansy Parkinson at about the same time she saw him. She let out a squeal and ran towards him. "DRACO! I couldn't find you on the train -- I was worried that you weren't coming to school this year," Pansy simpered, her eyelashes fluttering.

Her voice grated on his nerves at the best of times. This time was not the best of anything, but instead of saying anything scathing or anything designed to incite her into trying to flatter him, Draco turned and found the nearest available carriage. He climbed inside and slammed the door. Ignoring Pansy's pouting face, he closed the curtain.

"Draco! I'll never forgive you for this!" he heard Pansy scream, then the titters of fellow students as they laughed at her.

He stumbled over someone's outstretched leg. "Sorry," he mumbled before finding a blessedly empty seat by the other window. The curtain on that side was open, and as he breathed in the fresh air, the darkness of the coach made his chest tighten. The small breeze shifted his longer hair right into his face, which he pushed back with an impatient hand; it stayed behind his ear this time.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ron Weasley demanded, managing to sound both offended and pissed off at sitting next to him. Granger stared at him, her face much more attractive now that she had her teeth fixed, and her thick bushy brown hair was tied back. Potter opened his mouth, closed it, and finally let it hang open without saying anything. Draco ignored Weasley and continued to stare out his window. He really did not want to talk to anyone at all.

"Draco! Draco!" Two voices were calling for him; it was Vincent and Gregory. "Come on, stop hiding -- we saved you a seat!"

Draco quickly closed his curtain in case they decided to come to this side of the carriages. His shiny blonde hair stood out like a beacon. An automatic glow light came on in the carriage, to Draco's relief. Some of the fading light from outside also seeped through the cracks in the curtain.

"I'm not standing for this! Malfoy, leave our carriage right now!" Weasley demanded, reaching over to open a curtain or the door. He didn't get that far.

"No, wait. I just want to sleep in peace until we get to the school." Draco said quickly, grabbing Weasley's hand.

"Gregory! Vincent! Get in this carriage right this instant!" Pansy yelled from another carriage. It sounded far away and Draco let out a sigh of relief.

There was just enough light in the carriage to see the hate in Weasley's eyes. Draco flipped his curtain open ignoring Potter sitting across from him. He didn't say another word as he stared outside, watching the stars slowly appear in the clear dark blue sky. No one spoke as the carriage rolled smoothly up the road to Hogwarts.

Draco watched the last bit of sun fade and started planning his escape from Hogwarts, his father, the Death Eaters, and the Dark Mark burning on his arm.

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"Should we ask Professor McGonagall to check Malfoy? I think there is something wrong with him," Hermione said as they entered their House dorm for the rest of the eve.
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"Is there anything you can do to help stop these panic attacks?" Draco asked hopefully.

The three adults fell silent, thinking. "The Sorting Hat can sort him into a new house. We can send someone to town to get books for Draco, and start him off on a clean slate. That should relieve most of the anxiety causing the attacks. And if they don't stop on their own, I have some calming pns ins in my workroom," Snape suggested.

"There is no need to go to town for books; I have a extra copy of all the books needed." Professor McGonagall offered.

Dumbledore was the last to speak. "I can work on breaking the spell-binding, Draco. If all of us keep on eye on Draco, we can protect him. Right now, Draco needs to get some rest and healing. Minerva, can you heal Draco's wounds?"

"Of course I can," she said primly.

"No, really, it's okay. My mom did a spell so I won't feel any pain and it's working for the most part." Draco complained. He did not want to spend a night in the creepy hospital.

"Come here, young man," Dumbledore ordered.

Draco stood up and followed Dumbledore to the end of the room. Dumbledore pulled a dark blue curtain open, revealing a silver-plated mirror. It dominated the far wall, reflecting back the entire hospital ward. Draco blinked, startled to see his image staring back at him.

Whip scars stood out white on his shoulder blades. Multiple burn marks on his thighs and chest, were an angry red. Bruises from the beating he took yesterday morning covered his arms, hips, and ribs. His shorts hung low on his hips and emphasized how much weight he had lost. Draco ran his hand over his ribs. Dumbledore's sad expression, humbling. Professor Snape and McGonagall were standing by the hospital bed, their faces also filled with pity.

Draco frowned and kept his head down, afraid to see his face and unable to stand the changes he might see. "Draco, you can't hide from yourself forever," Dumbledore said.

"I'm not hiding," Draco said and tossed his head, looking up at the mirror this time to face himself. His gray eyes had dark rings around them, his face was much thinner and paler than he remembered, his blonde hair was much longer -- never having gone three months without a cut, and the bruise on his face was a molted blue-black color with some purple shot through. He saw a stranger staring back. "This isn't me," Draco whispered, tracing the scars on his chest trying to remember who placed those particular ones there.

He saw Snape come up behind him in the mirror and realized that he was much taller now as well. He didn't quite believe it even when his clothes didn't fit. Draco reached over and pulled the rope to close the curtain. He didn't want to see himself in the mirror ever again. Thank God, the place he was held didn't have any mirrors. Could he have withstood watching his youth stripped away an inch at a time?

"Come on, Draco, let Minerva heal some of the damage." Snape led him back to the bed. Draco knew he should feel furious but was too numb to find that fury.

He climbed back into bed and lay down. Dumbledore was gone. "Draco, I need to know. Were you raped?" she asked gently.

Feeling another tear slid down the side of his face, Draco gave a small nod and wiped his cheek. He felt partially relieved when no one accused him of asking for it.

A hand brushed his forehead. "Draco, this may hurt for a minute because I have to take down the pain blocking spell to heal you," Professor McGonagall said, waving her wand over him.

Draco tried to prepare himself, but a thousand years couldn't have prepared him for all the pain rushing back in an instant. He whimpered and clutched the sheet under his hand, twisting it trying not to show any pain. Everything ached, felt hollow, raw, torn, and dirty. But as Professor McGonagall waved her wand over him, saying one healing spell after another, the aches dwindled, the burns stopped throbbing, and the aching and rawness between his legs went away. Tnly nly pain that remained was the brand on his arm.

Exhausted, Draco desperately wanted to sleep after Professor McGonagall finished healing him. The doors to the hospital wing opened again and Dumbledore strode in carrying the Sorting Hat. Without saying anything, Dumbledore placed the hat on top of Draco's head.

Draco couldn't see the hat's mouth open the words, but the voice was familiar and comforting. "Hmmm. Not a new student, but a much-changed student. Draco Malfoy, I remember you, the perfect Slytherin; however, not anymore. Too much change requires a new house. A more fitting house for you to fit your new self is Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor! You're joking! They hate me," Draco protested, horrified.

"Thank you, hat," Dumbledore said and plucked the black hat from Draco's head. He rotated the hat a few times in his hands before he spoke again, "Draco, the hat chose that house for a reason: yes, they may hate you, but of all the houses, you will be safest there."

"Tomorrow we'll see about moving you to your new house. Tonight you can sleep here safely. The hospital is protected by spells," Dumbledore said, matter-of-fact.

Professor Snape pulled back the blanket on the bed and covered him with it.
"Here, I grabbed an extra blanket in case you get cold, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said, coming back over to the bed carrying a folded comforter.

Draco rested his head back against the pillows and pulled the sheet and blanket up to his chin, watching the older woman gently place the extra blanket at the end of the bed while still holding Starfire in one arm. Draco resisted the urge to bury his head in the clean-smelling sheets. By the time, she finished pulling the extra blanket chest high, Draco was struggling to stay conscious, afraid to fall asleep.

"Dumbledore, may I stay and watch over Draco?" Professor Snape asked in a voicvoice. "I know the students in the Slytherin House -- they are clever and I don't want to take any chances."

Dumbledore nodded his head after a few minutes of thought. "Very well, Severus, it's not a bad idea at all. We'll dim the lights on our way out."

"Good night, Draco." Professor McGonagall said gently and smoothed his blonde hair away from his eyes. "I'll take care of Starfire for the night."

"We'll see you later, Draco. Sleep well."

With that, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked out of the hospital wing. At the door, Dumbledore said something and the lights dimmed. Draco could make out Professor Snape's body as the older man readied himself for bed in the hospital bed next to his.

Trusting Professor Snape with his life, Draco fell asleep.

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In his dream, Draco was riding home in his family's magic non-Muggle car. Draco told his father about the school year and about the Tri-Wizard tournament, not noticing his father's silence. They reached the mansion mid-afternoon just in time for afternoon tea with his mother. However, there was another car waiting in their driveway.

The car came to a slow stop and Draco reached for the door handle, but his father stopped him and said, "Draco, you're not coming home this summer. Instead, you are going to a friend's place to serve him. Try to think of it as a summer job." Lucius Malfoy opened his door and stepped outside into the bright afternoon sunshine.

Annoyed and disbelieving, Draco climbed out the car after his father. "But Dad, what about our vacation trip? I thought we were going to New York to see that coven of witches you raved about over Christmas break?"P>
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His father turned his cold glance towards him and Draco felt a chill go to his heart. Maybe his Divination professor was right in telling him he would not have a fun summer. "Draco, things have changed and contracts have been signed."

It was then that Draco noticed the tall dark-haired man standing next to the other vehicle in their driveway. "Lucius, he's even more handsome than I expected. Won't you introduce us?"

"Draco. Meet your new master and owner, Lord Voldemort," his father said without hesitation.

Voldemort raised his skeleton-like hand and beckoned Draco to come to his side.

"What?" Draco said in disbelief. "I don't understand? I'm my own person, Father, no one is going to own me." Draco took a step back from Voldemort's outstretched hand, shivering in fear at his daring, knowing Voldemort did not hesitate to use any of the three forbidden curses.

"Dad, I want to stay here, at home, with mom and you."

Voldemort laughed. "You can't, you foolish boy. Your father isn't going to sacrifice his life to spare your honor. It's been a long time since I've had companionship; your company is all that keeps me from killing both your parents for betraying me and not helping me these last fifteen years. Now slave, get in my car."

Draco shook his head in horror before he turned and ran, knowing that whatever Voldemort had planned was not going to turn out well for him. Five feet from the edge of the drive, his body locked up and he fell hard on the gravel, skidding to a stop. His arms got scraped and burned. The spell prevented him from cursing or screaming for help, or using his arms or legs to fight back.

"Lucius, get him in my car. I'll have someone return him before his train leaves for Hogwarts," Voldemort ordered, his red baleful eyes rich with derision.

Draco's father turned him over and yanked him to his feet, not caring that he grabbed his scratched arm and dug more gravel into the wound. Tears of pain filled Draco's eyes as his father picked him up and carried him to the black vehicle, not once showing an ounce of remorse. He was placed in the back seat next to the already-seated Voldemort. His head was placed on Voldemort's lap, while his feet were shoved in and bent so the door could be slammed shut.

"Lucius, take his wand," Voldemort said, grabbing Draco's wand from his belt and holding it out through the window. Draco tried to protest: not his wand. He needed his wand, but he couldn't move his lips.

His eyes turned to the driver of the car, hoping that maybe this person would help him but Voldemort had a zombie driving his vehicle for him. Rotting flesh stuck to the steering wheel as the zombie shifted gears in the car. The smell grew worse in the carh thh the windows rolled up.

Draco struggled to stay calm: after all, if Harry Potter could face Voldemort and come back alive and sane, so could he. But then he remembered seeing Potter's pale and bruised body falling flat on the ground, one hand holding onto the dead body of Cedric, the other holding the Tri-Wizard cup. Draco remembered Potter's green eyes that never quite lost their haunted gaze for the rest of the school year.

Draco tried to move his head and didn't succeed until Voldemort shifted his legs. He felt those long bony fingers caressing his neck, and couldn't help but stare up into the pale face, with red eyes and strange nostrils.

"I never knew Lucius would have such a beautiful son. Still so young; too bad I was not resurrected two years ago. Boys age so quickly and soon you won't be as attractive anymore. I knew I had to have you as soon as I saw your picture on the mantel." Voldemort's voice was silky and creepy.

Not knowing what horrible torture Voldemort planned for him, Draco moaned and tried not to pass out from hyperventilating.

"Of all my supporters, Lucius managed to breed true. You'll make a fine addition to my growing household. I'm sure with proper training you can be of good use." Voldemort's skeletal hands continued their exploration of his body and Draco moaned again, disgusted and afraid.

When those hands opened his robes and slid through to touch his chest, pinching his nipples, Draco whimpered, too scared to feel ashamed of the weak sounds were coming from him.

"Shhh ... Relax. Don't worry, Draco, I won't damage you, much. Besides, you might find you enjoy my games after all."

Draco doubted he would learn to enjoy anything Voldemort had to teach; everywhere Voldemort's hands touched felt dirty, like rotting flesh stuck to his skin, and nothing Draco did could break the spell holding him frozen. He wanted to scream, don't touch me.

Slowly, Voldemort stripped him of his clothing. First, hard shoes, socks, then Voldemort carefully unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back and down his arms, leaving his chest bare. His belt buckle did not slow the older man down at all. As each piece of clothing fell to the floor, Draco's heart pounded faster and Voldemort's breathing grew heavier in the stuffy car.

Fear began to overwhelm him as his last item of cover was taken off and he was laid bare for Voldemort. Draco thought he was going to die from humiliation and shame. He could not evade the bony fingers that were ... shaking him ... shaking him.

"Draco wake up. Wake up, you're having a nightmare." Draco flinched from the hand on his shoulder.

The hand withdrew, to Draco's relief. Draco's pillow was wet with tears, his nose was running, and his sheets were damp with sweat. Blinking his eyes open, he saw Professor Snape sitting on the edge of his bed. It was just a dream, Draco thought, with relief and some horror. He hadn't thought of that first day in such a long time. Molestation in the car was nothing in comparison to Voldemort's other idea of entertainment: torture.

"Are you all right? Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Snape asked sleepily.

Sniffing back fresh tears, Draco nodded his head, once. Snape patted his arm before standing and walking out of the room. After Professor Snape left, Draco let himself sob into his pillow, knowing that the burning fear in his heart would never go away.

The terror of his helplessness overwhelmed him. Draco forced himself to remember his vow to become the most powerful wizard in the world and destroy Voldemort once and for all.

Snape's footsteps returning calmed Draco. Snape was a powerful wizard; nothing bad could happen as long as Snape was there, Draco believed with all his heart. Draco sat up and wiped his eyes removing traces of his tears. The glass of chilled water felt good. Snape took the glass from him when he finished and set it on the stand next to the bed.

"Can you talk about your dream?" Snape asked, keeping a safe distance between them, much to Draco's relief.

"It was my first meeting with You-Know-Who, he ... he ... " Draco tried to speak past the block and almost sobbed in frustration when he couldn't say more.

"My dad gave me to him and he hurt me," Draco managed to say by thinking of someone else. It worked but it hurt his head.

Professor Snape shifted closer and put one hand on his shoulder. "You're strong, Draco, and you'll get past this, just give it time. You know if you ever need me, I'll be there to help you, even if I'm not the head of your house anymore. Try to get some more sleep. I'm here to protect you."

Draco lay back down and tried to return to sleep but he kept seeing Voldemort's red eyes in the dark corners of the room.

Eventually, too exhausted to stay awake any longer, Draco fell into a dreamless sleep.
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