Whisper

Warning: implied rape scene



Chapter 15: Where Will You Go?-Evanescence



After resting the three started off to Gryffindor Tower again. They were more on guard now. The Dementors seemed determined to get to there before them, they had to hide twice and evade the Dementors three times before they could continue. Kid would sometimes go into fits because of the bad memories so either Draco or James would carry him. The child would calm down as soon as one of the two picked him up



They were hiding a third time when James gasped and grabbed his head.



“Headache again,” asked Draco. James nodded.



“Yeah, but this one’s worse. Feels like my skull is slit in two.”



“James sick,” asked Kid. “Is James gonna die?”



“No, Kid,” said Draco. “James isn’t going to die.”



But something still bothered him. Harry was getting better, yet James was having headaches. James was a part of Harry. Someone Harry created to deal with a situation Harry couldn’t. for the former to have headaches would mean that Harry had one.



Draco pressed his hand against the wall and concentrated. The pulse was still there, but it was faint, almost distant. He felt the old decay of Hogwarts more then the pulse.



“Harry’s getting sicker,” he said. “Really sick. I think he may be dying.”



“Dying?!” yelled James in surprised disbelief, then clutched his head.



“We dying,” asked Kid, tears falling form his eyes.



“Not if I can help it,” said Draco, standing up. “We can’t wait. We have to force Harry to view the rest of his memories.”



“We can’t! The rest are the worse then the last,” said James. “That man, and what he did, it’ll kill Harry!”



Draco eyes flashed. “If we don’t Harry will die! Including you and Kid! Do you want that to happen? Do you want Harry to die? Or Kid?”



“At least when we’re dead we won’t have these horrible memories!”



“James, what are you talking about,” asked Draco walking up to the teenager and sat next to him. “These memories make up who you guys are, you, Harry and Kid. It’s made you grow up into a wonderful person. A person I care deeply for. A person I may have come to love.” He touched James cheek gently and the teenager looked at him. “Do you really want to let Harry die? What about the Weasleys? You’re like a brother to them, and an uncle to Harriet. What about Evangeline?”



“Eva,” said James in a sad smile. “A good thing from a bad one.”



Draco looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”



“You’ve heard the story of Eva, right?”



Draco nodded. “It was said that she was adopted, but she looks too much like Harry for that to be true.”



James took Draco’s hands with a sad smile. “I think you’re ready to know the truth.”



“What are you talking about?”



“The truth that Harry, Ron and Hermione has kept for the last five years. Carry Kid, please. I’m too weak.”



Nodding Draco picked up Kid and followed James out the door. Again they dodged Dementors as James lead Draco down the corridor. The detours didn’t seem to hinder the teenager. He just chose new routes. James knew Hogwarts almost as well as Draco knew Malfoy Manor.



Soon, Draco recognized the route they were taking, even without the portraits hanging on the walls. He wasn’t surprised when James stepped in front of the stone gargoyle that was the entrance of the Headmaster’s office.



“Sad that one of Harry’s favorite places houses one of his most hated memories,” said James.



“Why have you brought me here,” asked Draco.



“To learn the truth,” said James taking Kid form him.



“The truth about what?”



“Do you remember the memory of Ginny’s death?” Draco nodded. “This is right afterwards. This will tell you the real reason why Lucius was placed in Azkaban.”



“What will I learn,” ask Draco, looking at the gargoyle.



“The truth,” said Kid, now looking as old, or older, as James. Draco looked at him. Kid just rested his head on James’ shoulder. James didn’t seem to notice the change in Kid’s voice or simply ignored it.



“Shouldn’t one of you be with me?”



James shook his head. “Harry will see it, through you.” James turned to the gargoyle. “Chocolate Frogs.” The gargoyle sprung from the entrance. “He always was easy.”



Draco started toward the winding staircase. He glanced one last time and James and Kid before continuing. Finally reaching the door leading into the office he opened the door without a second thought.



(The cellar was familiar to him as he rested on the stone floor. His body was bare, his lips cut and cracked, a bruise so big on one eye he could hardly see out of it, not that he could see anything at all, and numerous bruises and cuts all over his body. He wasn’t allowed out except to the bathroom and only at whenever his host let him out and the only time thing he ate was whatever was given to him, which was mostly stale. Right then he was nursing a bruised hand his host “accidentally” stepped on, or rather stomped on.



As before the room was completely black and his glasses had been taken away. He had two hallucinate attacks since his arrival and his host had ignored his screams. Instead his host had tried to get him to scream with even more. He knew pain, but not the kind of pain given to him by a sadist. Not even Voldemort was that cruel. He only knew Bellatrix Lestrange took pleasure in the pain of others, and he was spared from her ministration. But his host took pain and turned it into something even more foul. Something he gave up trying to fight long ago.



The hatch opened and the ladder dropped. He didn’t cringe or crawl away. He knew it was pointless. He had no where to run and his magic was weaker then it was when he was a child. Somehow his host had gotten the recipe from the new Magic Repression Potion that they were using for Azkaban prisoners. His magic was now so low it would be rendered harmless to others.



His host walked down and he stared up at the face of Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t afraid of the man before him. He hated the man. He had killed Ginny and nearly killed him. That man had kidnapped him and tortured him for nearly a month. He hated the man more then he had hated Voldemort.



“Hello, Lucius,” he said. He may be a prisoner but that doesn’t mean he’d let his capture see him broken. “How was your day?”



Lucius growled at him. He knew Lucius hated the polite yet defiant way he treated the head of the Malfoy family.



“I’ve gotten a letter from Draco today,” he said. “He’s dong exceedingly well with his profession.”



“You don’t like him being a Mind Healer, do you,” he asked.



“He should have gone into politics like I told him to. He was somewhat adept at Potions, and I was willing to overlook that, but to go into healing. It’s absurd!”



“I think it’s a good idea,” he said still looking at Lucius in defiance. “He’s trying to build a better future. Like everyone else.”



“I don’t care about the future,” spat Lucius. “Draco has been a failure. He’s not fit to be an heir.”



“Well, let me know how that discussion goes with Narcissa.”



“Oh, I don’t plan to talk to Narcissa. The potion should be through your system by now.”



That caught his attention. “Potion? What potion?”



“Oh, you’ll figure it out in a few months, if I have my way. The son of Harry Potter would be very powerful, and very famous, more then enough to earn back our title.”



“No,” he cried shaking his head. “No!”



“Oh, come now, Potter. You know it isn’t that bad.”



He got up and ran to the other side of the cell. “Stay away from me!” he yelled but Lucius still drew near. In a desperate attempt at defense he Levitated a pebble awkwardly and threw it at Lucius. The bit of wandless magic barely made a bruise as it hit Lucius’ head.



“Now, now, Potter. If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was say so.”



“Leave me alone!” he yelled. “I tried to help you. Tried to bring respect back to your family!”



“Insolent brat,” yelled Lucius and backhanded him with a clenched fist. He fell sprawling on the floor as a bruise appeared on his cheek. “You know nothing about pure-blood respect! Pure-blood honor! You and your little Mudblood and blood traitor will never know what it means to be a real wizard!”



“You’re right, Lucius,” he sad with a cough. “My friends don’t know about being a pure-blood, but they earned their respect and earned their honor. And you will never be half the wizard they are.” He cough again, his chest hurting so much he could hardly breathe.



“Worthless boy,” yelled Lucius. “Lucky brat! Your victory was nothing but a fluke. A stroke of dumb luck. How you revived from the dead is a mystery to me. But I’ll figure it out. You’ll see. I will. Till then, you’ll be my honored guest.”



With a smirk Lucius reached into a pocket and took out a small knife. The blade was as long as his forefinger. His eyes widened and the all too familiar tool, always present in every session. He tried desperately to grab his magic, and knew that it was futile. His magic was suppressed by his daily potion.



“Please,” he said. “Please don’t.”



“Don’t worry, Harry,” said Lucius. “This won’t hurt a bit.”



He cried and was thrown against the far wall, shackled by his wrist and held there. Lucius, with a wide grin, sliced down his chest, the blade barely piercing the skin, but deep enough for him to bleed. He screamed and sobbed as blood ran down his chest. He knew Lucius would heal it afterward, but it still didn’t make it hurt less. Lucius collected some on his finger and painted it on his victim’s lips.



“Now kiss me,” ordered Lucius, grabbing his chin. He had no choice but to obey as Lucius attached hip lips. He gasped when Lucius pressed his hand on a bruise on his ribs. This allowed Lucius to deepen the kiss and he groaned from the force of it. Lucius ran his hands down his body and dug his nails down his skin. He gasped again when Lucius bit one of his nipples. It wasn’t long before Lucius was naked and on top of him. He wished for Lucius to hurry, even through Lucius liked to take his time. It seemed Lucius had thought the same and he cried out when Lucius entered him unprepared. He held back the tears that threatened to escape as Lucius thrust inside him. It wasn’t long after when Lucius groaned and he felt Lucius’ seed fill him.



Lucius got off him, cleaned himself with his wand, dressed and healed him. All the cuts were healed, but the pain and the bruises remained. He curled into a ball as Lucius petted his cheek. Like a favorite pet.



“A pleasure as always,” said Lucius and walked out of the cell. He cried as the trap door shut and he was encased in darkness again.



“Somebody help me,” he cried.)



Draco fell to the ground as the vision left him and he looked around the headmaster’s office, bare except for the desk and a few tables. It was then he realized he was shaking and sweating. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve.



He couldn’t believe it. His father had committed the most heinous, vilest of acts. His father had raped Harry Potter. And Lucius said something about a potion. He’d have to ask James.



Draco stood, but double over again and heaved. Since he wasn’t really in a body it was a dry heave. He coughed till his throat was harsh and he was gasping for breathe. He fell to his knees and clutched his stomach as he hacked and gagged. He was sure that if he was real he would have been very sick. His whole body spasmed and retched. Finally he was able to get it under control and he walked down the stairs.



James and Kid sat on the floor against the wall as Draco walked down, James holding Kid in his lap. The child seemed to have fainted in fear and the teenager just looked at the floor with a blank face.



“My father…”



“Is Eva’s father,” finished James. “She’s your sister.”



Draco backed up against the wall and slid down. Evangeline Potter was his sister. How could he not have seen it? The eyes, the chin, the forehead, it was there but he didn’t see it.



“The Pregnancy Potion,” he said. James nodded.



“Allows both males and females to become pregnant immediately after sexual intercourse,” said James. “Invented by Wolfgang Romano in 1992 so he and his partner could have children. Lucius believed you weren’t a worthy heir and that Narcissa was responsible he used the most powerful wizard he knew to bear him his next heir.” James looked up at Draco. “He did love you, that much he proven at the Last Battle. He just wasn’t sure you were able to be the next leader of the Malfoy family.”



“But a woman can’t lead a family,” said Draco. “Not unless the child was old enough to lead himself.”



James chuckled. “Which is ironic. He wanted another son, and instead got a daughter.” With a sigh he laid his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling. “Ron found us with an object he gotten during the war. He said because of the wards, he couldn’t get to us right away.” He looked at Draco with very serious eyes. “We didn’t charge him with rape. We couldn’t. It didn’t feel right, but he was charged with the murder of a pure-blood witch and the torture of an unidentified wizard.”



“You didn’t want the pure-bloods to hate you,” said Draco.



“We were trying to make peace with the pure-bloods and Muggle-borns, with the half-bloods stuck in the middle.” James sighed. “Harry’s tired of fighting, of the fame, the stares, of everything. At first he saw this curse as a way to end it. He didn’t even care about Ron, Hermione, Harriet, and Eva. They could go one without him.” He looked at Draco with a smirk. “You showed Harry how to live again, Draco. And he wants to live. I know it. You can help him do that.”



Draco stood up, walked over to James and sat next to him.



“I don’t know how I can help Harry, and I can’t promise anything,” he said. “But I will do everything I can to help Harry.”



“You don’t hate us?”



Draco leaned forward and kissed his forehead where the scar would be. “No,” he said “I don’t hate you. Or the Weasley’s. In fact, I would very much like to know about my sister.”



James smiled and laid his head on Draco’s shoulder.



TBC