A Good Boy

A/U: Oooh, I’m fast for once! ;) Hope you like it!

Chapter Sixteen – Interrogation


Harry was terrified when he opened the Marauder’s Map to see the spot that was Draco in Snape's chambers. He had known he would go there, but somehow it felt much worse seeing it. The feeling that Draco was not going to be okay this time grew until Harry could not take it anymore. Harry cursed their reckless behaviour. They had not given enough thought to how Snape would react. Or, at least, Harry had not.

Within a second, he had made his decision. He scanned the map looking for Dumbledore, and when he found him (in the other end of the castle, of course) he rushed out the door. He was running as fast as he could, praying he would not be too late. He looked at the map and saw Dumbledore moving towards him. A minute later, he saw him at the other end of the hallway he was currently running through.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore looked worried, as though he knew something was amiss. "What's the matter Harry?"

Harry stopped in front of him, trying to catch his breath. "Please… You have to come with me! I think Draco – I mean Mr. Malfoy – is in danger!"

Dumbledore did not argue as any normal headmaster might have done, just started half-running along with Harry. "Where are we going?"

"To Snape's chambers."

Dumbledore did not ask anything more, just looked at Harry as though trying to ask with his eyes if he knew what he was doing. When they arrived at the dungeons and were heading towards Snape's door, Harry stopped.

"Listen, Professor, I need you to trust me on this one. We can't knock." Harry did not want Snape to be able to hide anything. He was not sure if Dumbledore would agree, but luckily for Harry he just nodded. He thanked his lucky star for Dumbledore being who he was. No one else would have trusted him like this.

When they reached the door, Dumbledore drew out his wand, unlocked the door, and they rushed in together.

Harry knew he would never forget what he saw. Draco was chained to the ceiling by manacles around his wrists. He was covered in gashes, the blood seeping from them painting him scarlet from top to toe. The chains were long enough to leave him standing, but Harry suspected he would be hanging like a puppet if it were not for Snape’s firm grip on his hips as he fucked him. It was not even a quarter of a second before Dumbledore had sent Snape flying into the opposite wall, released Draco, caught him in his arms, and covered him in a blanket, but Harry knew that image would be imprinted in his memory forever. The only thing he wanted to do now was kill Snape in the worst way possible.

But Dumbledore cut his thoughts short. "Don't touch Snape. I will contact the Ministry so they can deal with him." Dumbledore put Draco down in an armchair nearby, and then went to Snape's fireplace.

Harry immediately rushed to Draco's side, stroked his hair, and whispered soothing words in his ear.

He did not respond though. He was not unconscious, but he might as well have been. He just looked at his hands, totally apathetic. Soon, Dumbledore came back, lifted Draco up, and began carrying him out the door. Snape was floating in the air after him.

"Where are we going?"

"To the main hall. Mr. Scrimgeour will meet us there."

Harry did not answer. He did not know what to say. All he wanted was for this to be over and for Draco to be safe. When they got to the main hall, Dumbledore conjured up a very comfortable-looking armchair for Draco and put him in it. The chair he conjured up for Snape was not nearly as comfortable, if it could even be called a chair. Dumbledore chained him to it, and then sent his Patronus towards the stairs. Harry did not have to ask for what.

"I'm sending it to fetch Madame Pomfrey."

Harry did not need to tell Dumbledore he had understood that. He knew that Dumbledore knew. Maybe he just had to break the silence, or convince himself that he was doing any good. Harry took a chair from the nearest table, sat next to Draco, and continued his comforting. He tried desperately to get any kind of contact with him, but it was impossible.

Dumbledore did not sit down. He just looked up at the cloudy ceiling above him, apparently lost in thoughts. Harry did not know how long it was before Scrimgeour burst through the doors with Percy close behind. It felt like hours, but Madame Pomfrey arrived at the same time so it could not have been more than minutes. Dumbledore addressed Madame Pomfrey first.

"I want you to give the boy something to stop the bleeding. But nothing else, not until we're done with this."

Madame Pomfrey looked at him as though she thought he was crazy. Harry wanted to do the same, but he knew Dumbledore had everything under control. As Madame Pomfrey stopped Draco’s bleeding, Dumbledore turned to the Minister, and showed him something from his pocket. It was a tiny bottle.


"Mr. Scrimgeour, you know what this is, right?"

Scrimgeour nodded. "Veritaserum."

"That's correct. I will give it to them both and then you can hear what happened directly from them."

Scrimgeour nodded again.

“Mr. Weasley, take notes. Don't miss anything."

Dumbledore did not waste time, just shoved the bottle down Snape's throat. He poured the few drops in Draco's mouth in a much gentler manner. Harry wanted to cry from how helpless he looked as he just let Dumbledore do what he wanted. His only reaction was that he looked up at them all, and then bowed his head in defeat. Then Dumbledore awoke Snape. He immediately tried to get loose, but soon realized it was pointless. Harry turned his eyes to Dumbledore when he cleared his throat.

"Professor Snape, what were you doing in your chamber?" Harry could see how much he struggled not to tell the truth.

"Punishing Draco."

“And how were you punishing him?”

“By fucking him.” Scrimgeour gasped. Percy's chin dropped to his knees, but he did not stop taking notes.

"And before that?"

"Whipping him."

“Any more punishments?”

“I put a knife in his anus and burned his penis with a candle.”

Harry’s stomach clenched, and he had to fight hard not to think about what he was hearing. Dumbledore took a deep breath before continuing.

"And how did you get him to stay still during all this?"

"I chained him to the ceiling."

"And why did you do this to him?"

"Because I heard about him and Mr. Potter."

"Have you, as you say, fucked Mr. Malfoy before?"

Harry was glad he did not delve on the him-and-Draco part. He could see very well that Scrimgeour wanted him to though.

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"I don't know."

"More than five times?"

"Yes."

"More than ten times?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore tightened his lips. "More than twenty times?"

"Yes."

A hint of red appeared at the headmaster's cheeks. Other than that, he did not seem affected at all. Scrimgeour was very pale though. It looked as though he was struggling to understand that it was the truth. But he knew he had taken veritaserum, it had to be the truth.

"More than fifty?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore's cheeks got a little redder. "More than a hundred?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore swallowed hard. Harry could see that he had not expected this at all. "For exactly how long has this been going on?"

"Since he was five."

Dumbledore shot daggers with his eyes. Other than that, he did not seem angry, but Harry knew he wished for nothing more than to hurt Snape as much as possible. Scrimgeour was now paler than the parchment Percy was holding. Percy looked as though he was about to puke.

"How did you get to him when he was five?"

"I was his baby-sitter."

"Alright, I think that's enough for now. What do you say Mr. Scrimgeour?"

Scrimgeour made a barely audible sound, something that sounded like, "Hhrjeekg".

Dumbledore took it as a yes, and turned to Draco. Harry put his arm protectively around him. "Mr. Malfoy, what did you do this evening?"

"I walked down to Professor Snape's chambers, got chained to the ceiling, tortured, and fucked." He was talking to his knees. He did not even try to lie, even though Harry knew how much he wanted to. It was as though he had completely given up.

"Mr. Malfoy, look at me." Draco slowly lifted his eyes to look at Dumbledore. Harry was shocked at how much pain he radiated. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, but apparently this was too much. He looked so defeated. Dumbledore seemed to notice this too. He looked as though he wanted to hug Draco, and never allow him to be hurt like this again. He had to do it though, to make sure that Snape got the punishment he deserved. "Did you like it?"

"No."

"Have you ever liked it?"

"No."

"Why have you done it?"

"Because my father told me when I was five to do anything he says. I couldn't disobey my father."

Dumbledore looked sadder than Harry had ever seen him before. "Would you mind showing us your wounds?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I have to do this." He lifted Draco up and removed the blanket. Draco tried desperately to cover as much as he could of the wounds. It was pointless though. This time, Percy did puke, and Scrimgeour looked as though he wanted to do the same.

"That's all. Poppy, tend to the boy." Dumbledore covered him once again with the blanket, and then turned yet again to Snape. “Have you been aware of that Draco has been unwilling?”

“Yes.”

“And you know that what you’ve done is rape?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever raped any of the other students?”

“No.”

That noticeably relieved Dumbledore. He looked to be finished, but Harry was not satisfied yet. He knew Draco would probably hate him for this; they had a deal. But he was not really breaking it. After all, it would not be Draco telling them what happened to him. He forced his eyes away from Draco, and waved the headmaster to him. After whispering in his ear, Dumbledore returned to Snape.

“Have you ever let anyone else rape Mr. Malfoy?” The second it was asked, Draco looked up at Harry. He did not dare meet Draco’s eyes though, being too afraid for what they might express. Instead he focused on Snape.

“Yes.”

“Whom?”

“Michael Santino, William Lansford, Tobias Walch, Victor Franke, and Peter Mayer.” Harry did not recognize any of the names, but he could see by the look on Scrimgeour’s and Percy’s faces that at least some of them were known names. It did not matter to Harry. The only thing he cared about was that there had been five of them.

“More than once?”

“No.”

“All at the same time?”’

“Yes.”

Harry wanted to puke. He could not even imagine what Draco had been through. No wonder he wanted to kill himself.

After that, Dumbledore turned to Scrimgeour and Percy.

Without saying anything more, he turned and walked out the door, not waiting for his visitors who hurried after him. Harry wanted to talk to Draco, but Madame Pomfrey immediately put a stop to that by taking Draco up with her to the infirmary.