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"Let go of me!" Draco snarled angrily as his father held him tightly while he forced him to walk into the living room of his old home. It was rather cold in the house, and Draco shivered slightly since he hadn't had the chance to get a shirt on before he had been taken by his father from Grimmauld place.

"Quiet Draco." was Lucius' simple reply as they entered the room where the Dark Lord was sitting in a chair with Death Eaters standing before him as he spoke to them.

When Lucius entered with his son they all stared for a second before parting a pathway between them so that the older blond could get through.

"Lucius, I see you've returned. And young Draco...how wonderful it is to see you again." Voldemort said in his bone chilling voice as he got up out of his chair he had been sitting in and made his way over to Draco and his father.

"Merlin, I swear father if you don't let go of me I'm going to-" Draco's threat was cut off by a sickening cracking sound as Voldemort slapped him across the face.

"YOU, have no right to threaten him, let alone anyone here." the pale creature snarled as he grabbed hold of Draco's chin.

Draco jerked his face away from the icy monster and scowled at him as he resisted the urge to cry. "I won't work for you...you killed Pansy, you murderer."

Voldemort's lip-less mouth formed something that resembled a grin and it made the young blond want to retch.

"Oh? You won't...what's wrong Draco? Did you love her?" Voldemort mocked.

Draco didn't answer he just sent icy daggers at him with his eyes, this earned him yet another slap from the dark wizard, the force of the blow so strong it made his head snap painfully to the side.

"Don't you look at me like that! You ungrateful brat!" he roared.

Draco didn't turn his head back to the vile creature he kept it turned to the side, he didn't want to look into those ugly red eyes, his eyes wandered the room until he set his glance to the zombie corpse of his mother which greatly confused him as to why on earth she was standing there.

He then hung his head as tears started to spring to his eyes, he knew it wasn't his mother...it was some sort of dark magic being used on his mother's body and he couldn't stand seeing her body being manipulated like this, it seemed to be a violation to the 'rest in peace' statement, and it made him want to vomit.

To think that this Dark Lord was this heartless as to disrespect the dead of one of his followers, he didn't want to end up like this and that was another reason as to why he refused to join Lord Voldemort in his quest to take over the Wizarding World.

Draco knew saying this would likely get him into even deeper trouble but he wasn't going to submit to this pathetic excuse for a lord.

"What I see before me...is not lord, all I see is a monster! One that doesn't care who he hurts unless he gets his way..." he said quietly, his voice dripping with venomous anger.

While Draco said this he had been looking at his dear mother's standing corpse and once he was done speaking he looked the monster strait in the eye, before adding. "You're cruel and heartless."

Voldemrot's eyes flashed with anger and he clenched his left hand into a fist and punched Draco as hard as he could in the face.

Draco let out a small grunt of pain but didn't cry.

Voldemort aimed his wand at the boy and Lucius let go of his son and dropped him onto the floor harshly where Draco propped himself up on his elbows.

"Crucio!" Voldemort snarled and a red flash sparked from his wand and Draco instantly fell flat on his back screaming in pain as the familar sensation of hot knives being driven deep into his body fell upon him.

After several minutes of the Cruciatus Curse Draco felt the pain subside and he coughed violently before rolling over onto his stomach and letting out a loud groan of pain.

"Lucius take your son to the cellar. I'll try and figure out what to do with him later." the dark wizard said coldly.

Lucius nodded and grabbed his son by the wrist and pulled him to his feet and was about to leave for the door when Voldemort spoke softly.

"Wait Lucius. Turn him around." the pale man said.

Lucius did as he was told and the Dark Lord aimed his wand at Draco.

"I think I've thought of a proper punishment for you young Draco...Modica Caecus!" Voldemort said and an orange spark came flying out of his wand and hit Draco square in between the eyes.

Draco didn't feel anything at first but then a burning hot pain screamed through his eyes. Draco screamed as loud as he could and noticed his vision started to become blurry and then black spots started to cloud up his vision until he couldn't see anything but black, he tried to fall to his knees but his father held him upright.

"There we go. Much better." the monstrous creature said. "What did you do to me?" Draco asked quietly, his voice etched with pain.

"Don't worry Draco...it shouldn't last long, just a day at the most. But next time I won't be so merciful." Voldemort said with a smirk on his face even though he knew Draco couldn't see it.

"Lucius, take him to the cellar and make sure he won't be able to escape this time. I also don't want him interrupting my thoughts...keep him quiet if you would." the dark wizard ordered firmly.

"Yes my lord." Lucius said bowing his head loyally before forcing Draco to walk out of the room and down the hall to the cellar, he shoved his son to the ground roughly and pinned him to the ground by pressing a knee into the spot between the young man's shoulder blades, keeping him down so he couldn't get up.

Lucius seized his son's wrists in one hand and held them tightly before placing the tip of his wand to the slender hands.

"Incarcerous." he said and roped came out of his wand and wrapped around Draco's wrists binding them together tightly in front of him.

Draco let out a small hiss and reached up with his left leg to try and aim a kick to his father's head only because he couldn't see his aim was off and he hit him in the chest knocking the man off of him for a moment or two.

Lucius growled in anger and got back up and kneeled beside his son and grabbed both feet and tucked them underneath an arm before placing his ebony wand to his ankles and used the same spell he had previously used to bind his son's hands to bind his ankles together.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Draco growled in defiance.

Lucius pulled a cloth out of his pocket and held it up to his son's mouth.

"Open your mouth, now." Lucius ordered strictly. Draco, fearing that his father might have a potion or something in his hand kept his mouth tightly closed.

Lucius having become quite annoyed with his son's attitude towards him grabbed hold of some short blond locks and gave a violent tug making Draco cry out, thus giving him the chance to shove the object into Draco's mouth where he tied it tightly behind his head, efficiently gagging him.

With that done Lucius stood and left his shirtless son alone, bound, and helpless on the stone floor.

~Grimmauld Place (Dinning Room)~

"Snape, do you know what you-know-who wants with the boy?" Arthur Weasley asked the black haired wizard, they were all sitting at the table waiting for Snape to explain what was going on.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Fred, George, Ginny, Severus, Remus, Nymphadora, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius all sat there discussing the situation, even though Molly Weasley had objected to the 'children' being there, they were anyways.

"Yes. He wants to try and con Draco over to his side. Since he is in need of another minion upon loosing Greyback, Dolohov, and Narcissa. Even though that was Narcissa's body he can only use the body for a week at the most until the body wears out and becomes useless. I imagine he just summoned her to torment Draco further, to scare him." Severus explained as Molly Weasley helped him take off his shirt so she could tend to his badly injured arm, which was all cut up along the forearm with deep gashes, and had dark black and blue bruises along the shoulder socket.

"The Dark Lord is not a patient man...he will likely kill mister Malfoy within a week if he doesn't comply to his wishes." Severus added and cringed slightly as Mrs. Weasley applied a disinfectant to the deep gouges in his arm.

"You sure had quite a run in didn't you? Who did this to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Lucius Malfoy." Snape replied.

Harry looked at Sirius who exchanged glances with him. "As much as I hate to say this, and as much as I think Malfoy may be a little prat, I don't think that he will give into Voldemort after what he's seen him do to Pansy and his mother." Harry said quietly.

"What do you mean Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, feeling a bit confused by Harry's statement.

"Well, I don't know if Malfoy would feel the same way as I do. But using a dead body for the use of tormenting someone else...I think anyway is disrespectful to the person. I don't know if he feels the same way but...I do know for a fact that Malfoy did care for his mum a lot." Harry answered, hoping that what he said made some sort of sense to the rest of them.

"Yes. He did seem quite distraught after she died. He told me about how he felt it was his fault and that he could have helped her." Luna said in her quite voice.

"But didn't you say that Draco wasn't even there when his mum died?" Fred asked a bit confused.

"Yes that is true Fred, he was not there. But if he still blames himself perhaps someone should talk to him when we next see him. Or if we next see him." Remus said.

Snape looked away from them for a second he appeared to be in deep thought. "Lucius is a violent man. Narcissa was the only one who could care for Draco when Lucius would take his frustrations out on him. She would never hurt Draco, but she didn't have the strength to say no to her husband. Whether it be from fear for herself or fear for Draco's safety I do not know."

Snape then looked at Harry with a cold angry glance.

"Potter, you think you had it rough living with the people you grew up with before you moved in with Black, Draco's life was much worse than what you had. Even though Draco never completely told me what would happen and would sometimes try to lie to get around the thought that his father was being so cruel and abusing to him...I knew what was going on in that house, and I didn't even have to be there." Snape said, his voice filled with malice.

"I admit, I never did like Lucius that much, not only because the fact that he is a Death Eater but because of his beliefs in pure-bloods are superior to muggle-borns, but I always was quite found of my cousin." Tonks said in a sad voice.

Snape gave her a simple nod before looking around the table.

"Draco...has just had it hard. I shouldn't say this, he wouldn't want me to mention it. But I remember one time, right after summer break and everyone had come back to the school...Draco was thirteen, he had missed the train but he got here somehow, he never told me how though. But the point is around 12: 45 at night he came into my personal chambers in the castle. I was asleep and I woke up when I felt him touch my shoulder. I turned on the lamp to see him shirtless and covered in blood and bruises covering his face...when I saw him after turning on the lamp...I felt my body go cold."

Severus stopped for a second as images of the memory flashed through his head, he took a deep breath and continued the story.

"That was the first time I had ever seen mister Malfoy cry so openly. I couldn't see what was wrong with him, I couldn't see the blood because it was on his back and he was facing me, but the bruises were clear as day. He was also quite skinny even for him, and the first thing he did when he saw the look on my face was grab onto me and cry harder. Over the years, mister Malfoy would come to me for comfort instead of his mother, I suppose it may have been a bit of fear that she might start hurting him as well just like his father...having known Lucius since me and him were in school and have been close friends with him. I known what kind of influences he has on people. He uses fear to try and manipulate them."

Snape's dark eyes wandered around the room for a little bit before he rested his eyes on Sirius and Lupin and looked them dead in the eye proving how serious he was.

"That night while he was crying on me I realized how bad it truly was at home. Me being his godfather...I felt that he should have someone to be able to turn to, someone who he could trust. It wasn't until I put my arms around him that I noticed the blood on my hands from his back. Everywhere it was bleeding. I asked him what had happened and he said his father had belted him. I used most of my best potions just to try and heal the gashes." Severus explained, his face was as cold as ice as he thought of his hatred towards the man.

"But...there's something I don't understand professor." Hermione suddenly spoke.

Severus looked at the brown haired girl and raised an eyebrow. "What's that miss Granger."

"If Draco's father was so cruel to him, why did Draco talk so highly of him. Why did he act like he looked up to him." She asked.

"Draco for some reason has a belief that his father is capable of change, he believes that his father can be a kind and loving man, but I do not think that will ever happen. He is going through some state of trauma, he fears his father so much that he thinks if he respects the man it'll make things better." Snape explained letting out another hiss as Molly Weasley continued to tend to his arm.

"The poor dear." Mrs. Weasley said quietly.

"Severus you won't be able to get him back alone, and another altered wolfsbane potion isn't a good idea to try to attempt to break him out." Lupin stated.

"I am very much aware of the situation. Lupin." Snape said coldly before continuing. "No. I have a different plan to get him out this time. And I'm going to need help from Potter and you." Severus said calmly.

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"Let go of me!" Draco snarled angrily as his father held him tightly while he forced him to walk into the living room of his old home. It was rather cold in the house, and Draco shivered slightly since he hadn't had the chance to get a shirt on before he had been taken by his father from Grimmauld place.

"Quiet Draco." was Lucius' simple reply as they entered the room where the Dark Lord was sitting in a chair with Death Eaters standing before him as he spoke to them.

When Lucius entered with his son they all stared for a second before parting a pathway between them so that the older blond could get through.

"Lucius, I see you've returned. And young Draco...how wonderful it is to see you again." Voldemort said in his bone chilling voice as he got up out of his chair he had been sitting in and made his way over to Draco and his father.

"Merlin, I swear father if you don't let go of me I'm going to-" Draco's threat was cut off by a sickening cracking sound as Voldemort slapped him across the face.

"YOU, have no right to threaten him, let alone anyone here." the pale creature snarled as he grabbed hold of Draco's chin.

Draco jerked his face away from the icy monster and scowled at him as he resisted the urge to cry. "I won't work for you...you killed Pansy, you murderer."

Voldemort's lip-less mouth formed something that resembled a grin and it made the young blond want to retch.

"Oh? You won't...what's wrong Draco? Did you love her?" Voldemort mocked.

Draco didn't answer he just sent icy daggers at him with his eyes, this earned him yet another slap from the dark wizard, the force of the blow so strong it made his head snap painfully to the side.

"Don't you look at me like that! You ungrateful brat!" he roared.

Draco didn't turn his head back to the vile creature he kept it turned to the side, he didn't want to look into those ugly red eyes, his eyes wandered the room until he set his glance to the zombie corpse of his mother which greatly confused him as to why on earth she was standing there.

He then hung his head as tears started to spring to his eyes, he knew it wasn't his mother...it was some sort of dark magic being used on his mother's body and he couldn't stand seeing her body being manipulated like this, it seemed to be a violation to the 'rest in peace' statement, and it made him want to vomit.

To think that this Dark Lord was this heartless as to disrespect the dead of one of his followers, he didn't want to end up like this and that was another reason as to why he refused to join Lord Voldemort in his quest to take over the Wizarding World.

Draco knew saying this would likely get him into even deeper trouble but he wasn't going to submit to this pathetic excuse for a lord.

"What I see before me...is not lord, all I see is a monster! One that doesn't care who he hurts unless he gets his way..." he said quietly, his voice dripping with venomous anger.

While Draco said this he had been looking at his dear mother's standing corpse and once he was done speaking he looked the monster strait in the eye, before adding. "You're cruel and heartless."

Voldemrot's eyes flashed with anger and he clenched his left hand into a fist and punched Draco as hard as he could in the face.

Draco let out a small grunt of pain but didn't cry.

Voldemort aimed his wand at the boy and Lucius let go of his son and dropped him onto the floor harshly where Draco propped himself up on his elbows.

"Crucio!" Voldemort snarled and a red flash sparked from his wand and Draco instantly fell flat on his back screaming in pain as the familar sensation of hot knives being driven deep into his body fell upon him.

After several minutes of the Cruciatus Curse Draco felt the pain subside and he coughed violently before rolling over onto his stomach and letting out a loud groan of pain.

"Lucius take your son to the cellar. I'll try and figure out what to do with him later." the dark wizard said coldly.

Lucius nodded and grabbed his son by the wrist and pulled him to his feet and was about to leave for the door when Voldemort spoke softly.

"Wait Lucius. Turn him around." the pale man said.

Lucius did as he was told and the Dark Lord aimed his wand at Draco.

"I think I've thought of a proper punishment for you young Draco...Modica Caecus!" Voldemort said and an orange spark came flying out of his wand and hit Draco square in between the eyes.

Draco didn't feel anything at first but then a burning hot pain screamed through his eyes. Draco screamed as loud as he could and noticed his vision started to become blurry and then black spots started to cloud up his vision until he couldn't see anything but black, he tried to fall to his knees but his father held him upright.

"There we go. Much better." the monstrous creature said. "What did you do to me?" Draco asked quietly, his voice etched with pain.

"Don't worry Draco...it shouldn't last long, just a day at the most. But next time I won't be so merciful." Voldemort said with a smirk on his face even though he knew Draco couldn't see it.

"Lucius, take him to the cellar and make sure he won't be able to escape this time. I also don't want him interrupting my thoughts...keep him quiet if you would." the dark wizard ordered firmly.

"Yes my lord." Lucius said bowing his head loyally before forcing Draco to walk out of the room and down the hall to the cellar, he shoved his son to the ground roughly and pinned him to the ground by pressing a knee into the spot between the young man's shoulder blades, keeping him down so he couldn't get up.

Lucius seized his son's wrists in one hand and held them tightly before placing the tip of his wand to the slender hands.

"Incarcerous." he said and roped came out of his wand and wrapped around Draco's wrists binding them together tightly in front of him.

Draco let out a small hiss and reached up with his left leg to try and aim a kick to his father's head only because he couldn't see his aim was off and he hit him in the chest knocking the man off of him for a moment or two.

Lucius growled in anger and got back up and kneeled beside his son and grabbed both feet and tucked them underneath an arm before placing his ebony wand to his ankles and used the same spell he had previously used to bind his son's hands to bind his ankles together.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Draco growled in defiance.

Lucius pulled a cloth out of his pocket and held it up to his son's mouth.

"Open your mouth, now." Lucius ordered strictly. Draco, fearing that his father might have a potion or something in his hand kept his mouth tightly closed.

Lucius having become quite annoyed with his son's attitude towards him grabbed hold of some short blond locks and gave a violent tug making Draco cry out, thus giving him the chance to shove the object into Draco's mouth where he tied it tightly behind his head, efficiently gagging him.

With that done Lucius stood and left his shirtless son alone, bound, and helpless on the stone floor.

~Grimmauld Place (Dinning Room)~

"Snape, do you know what you-know-who wants with the boy?" Arthur Weasley asked the black haired wizard, they were all sitting at the table waiting for Snape to explain what was going on.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Fred, George, Ginny, Severus, Remus, Nymphadora, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius all sat there discussing the situation, even though Molly Weasley had objected to the 'children' being there, they were anyways.

"Yes. He wants to try and con Draco over to his side. Since he is in need of another minion upon loosing Greyback, Dolohov, and Narcissa. Even though that was Narcissa's body he can only use the body for a week at the most until the body wears out and becomes useless. I imagine he just summoned her to torment Draco further, to scare him." Severus explained as Molly Weasley helped him take off his shirt so she could tend to his badly injured arm, which was all cut up along the forearm with deep gashes, and had dark black and blue bruises along the shoulder socket.

"The Dark Lord is not a patient man...he will likely kill mister Malfoy within a week if he doesn't comply to his wishes." Severus added and cringed slightly as Mrs. Weasley applied a disinfectant to the deep gouges in his arm.

"You sure had quite a run in didn't you? Who did this to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Lucius Malfoy." Snape replied.

Harry looked at Sirius who exchanged glances with him. "As much as I hate to say this, and as much as I think Malfoy may be a little prat, I don't think that he will give into Voldemort after what he's seen him do to Pansy and his mother." Harry said quietly.

"What do you mean Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, feeling a bit confused by Harry's statement.

"Well, I don't know if Malfoy would feel the same way as I do. But using a dead body for the use of tormenting someone else...I think anyway is disrespectful to the person. I don't know if he feels the same way but...I do know for a fact that Malfoy did care for his mum a lot." Harry answered, hoping that what he said made some sort of sense to the rest of them.

"Yes. He did seem quite distraught after she died. He told me about how he felt it was his fault and that he could have helped her." Luna said in her quite voice.

"But didn't you say that Draco wasn't even there when his mum died?" Fred asked a bit confused.

"Yes that is true Fred, he was not there. But if he still blames himself perhaps someone should talk to him when we next see him. Or if we next see him." Remus said.

Snape looked away from them for a second he appeared to be in deep thought. "Lucius is a violent man. Narcissa was the only one who could care for Draco when Lucius would take his frustrations out on him. She would never hurt Draco, but she didn't have the strength to say no to her husband. Whether it be from fear for herself or fear for Draco's safety I do not know."

Snape then looked at Harry with a cold angry glance.

"Potter, you think you had it rough living with the people you grew up with before you moved in with Black, Draco's life was much worse than what you had. Even though Draco never completely told me what would happen and would sometimes try to lie to get around the thought that his father was being so cruel and abusing to him...I knew what was going on in that house, and I didn't even have to be there." Snape said, his voice filled with malice.

"I admit, I never did like Lucius that much, not only because the fact that he is a Death Eater but because of his beliefs in pure-bloods are superior to muggle-borns, but I always was quite found of my cousin." Tonks said in a sad voice.

Snape gave her a simple nod before looking around the table.

"Draco...has just had it hard. I shouldn't say this, he wouldn't want me to mention it. But I remember one time, right after summer break and everyone had come back to the school...Draco was thirteen, he had missed the train but he got here somehow, he never told me how though. But the point is around 12: 45 at night he came into my personal chambers in the castle. I was asleep and I woke up when I felt him touch my shoulder. I turned on the lamp to see him shirtless and covered in blood and bruises covering his face...when I saw him after turning on the lamp...I felt my body go cold."

Severus stopped for a second as images of the memory flashed through his head, he took a deep breath and continued the story.

"That was the first time I had ever seen mister Malfoy cry so openly. I couldn't see what was wrong with him, I couldn't see the blood because it was on his back and he was facing me, but the bruises were clear as day. He was also quite skinny even for him, and the first thing he did when he saw the look on my face was grab onto me and cry harder. Over the years, mister Malfoy would come to me for comfort instead of his mother, I suppose it may have been a bit of fear that she might start hurting him as well just like his father...having known Lucius since me and him were in school and have been close friends with him. I known what kind of influences he has on people. He uses fear to try and manipulate them."

Snape's dark eyes wandered around the room for a little bit before he rested his eyes on Sirius and Lupin and looked them dead in the eye proving how serious he was.

"That night while he was crying on me I realized how bad it truly was at home. Me being his godfather...I felt that he should have someone to be able to turn to, someone who he could trust. It wasn't until I put my arms around him that I noticed the blood on my hands from his back. Everywhere it was bleeding. I asked him what had happened and he said his father had belted him. I used most of my best potions just to try and heal the gashes." Severus explained, his face was as cold as ice as he thought of his hatred towards the man.

"But...there's something I don't understand professor." Hermione suddenly spoke.

Severus looked at the brown haired girl and raised an eyebrow. "What's that miss Granger."

"If Draco's father was so cruel to him, why did Draco talk so highly of him. Why did he act like he looked up to him." She asked.

"Draco for some reason has a belief that his father is capable of change, he believes that his father can be a kind and loving man, but I do not think that will ever happen. He is going through some state of trauma, he fears his father so much that he thinks if he respects the man it'll make things better." Snape explained letting out another hiss as Molly Weasley continued to tend to his arm.

"The poor dear." Mrs. Weasley said quietly.

"Severus you won't be able to get him back alone, and another altered wolfsbane potion isn't a good idea to try to attempt to break him out." Lupin stated.

"I am very much aware of the situation. Lupin." Snape said coldly before continuing. "No. I have a different plan to get him out this time. And I'm going to need help from Potter and you." Severus said calmly.