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Double Bind
WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depiction of rape!
Chapter Number/Total: 34/36
Chapter Title: Double Bind
Words: 2735 Words
Harry moved, getting onto his hands and knees as he crawled over to where Draco lay. When he slipped in the blood, he stopped and raised his hand so he could see, the spell still active. Draco was tied face down at the end of the narrow table. He was bent over it with his legs tied to the legs of the table and his hands to its sides. "Draco," Harry moaned, crawling the rest of the way. He could hardly see Draco's face through all the blood. "This is all my fault," he whispered, gently running his hand over his cheek.
Draco opened his one eye and looked up at Harry. "Shouldn't have come," he rasped.
"I shouldn't have made you go to the ceremony with me," he replied softly, lying down in front of him. It was strange to talk like this in front of all the Death Eaters, but when he was with Draco, he felt like he was in another world. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault," Draco croaked. "Let my guard down. Get out of here."
"I'm not leaving without you," Harry promised, moving to kiss his lover's cheek.
Bellatrix laughed again. "He really isn't very bright, is he, nephew?"
Harry ignored her. "Just ... have some hope with me, Draco," he whispered quietly, leaning over more so that he was talking directly into his ear. "Like last time."
Draco sighed, but didn't respond.
"So the blind beauty loves the beast, does he?" Lucius drawled.
"I love you," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, completely blocking out everyone else. "I do."
A man's voice spoke up. "So, it's my turn with him, Lucius."
"I have been enjoying the show, Rodolphus," Lucius complained, "but I suppose that's true."
"No," growled Draco, "leave him alone. Use me."
Rodolphus laughed. "You are nearly used up, dog."
"No, Draco, I'm fine," Harry said, looking at him. "I don't want them to hurt you anymore."
"Mine!" Draco growled.
"Yours, always yours," Harry whispered, trying to soothe him.
"No one else," Draco sobbed, a tear slipping from his eye.
Bellatrix laughed again. "He made the beast cry! Even you couldn't do that, Lucius."
"I know," Harry said quietly, laying his head next to Draco's. "I know ... it'll be fine, Draco."
"No, don't let them," Draco begged.
"I don't have a choice," Harry replied quietly.
"Fight them, get away!" Draco pleaded.
"Not without you," Harry said firmly.
"Fucking Gryffindor," Draco snapped.
"Fucking Slytherin," Harry countered, leaning in close to quickly press his lips against Draco's.
A hand closed on Harry's hair again, dragging him back and off the table until he fell to the floor, held by his hair. Harry cried out in surprise, his legs kicking out as he began to struggle.
"Struggle all you want," Rodolphus sneered. "I like it rough." He dragged Harry up backward by his hair so that he was now lying on his back.
Harry reached up to try and make the man let go, feeling like his hair was being ripped out. The man dropped Harry's head, and it hit the floor. Harry heard the crack against the floor before he felt the pain, a small moan coming from him.
Draco was growling again, struggling and banging his head against the table. Hermione started yelling, "Stop!"
Rodolphus straddled Harry's body and pinned his hands down. "Macnair," he said, "give me a hand here."
"No," Harry whimpered slowly, the pain in his head making it seem like things were going in slow motion around him.
Another pair of hands grabbed Harry's wrists and pulled them over his head, holding them tight against the hard floor. Bellatrix was laughing again. Her husband pushed a knee between Harry's legs forcing them apart. Harry couldn't struggle as much as he wanted to in this position. "It hurts," he mumbled quietly, knowing it wouldn't help.
"Good," the man between his legs said, and Harry could feel Rodolphus fumbling with his trousers.
Draco was struggling so hard the table creaked. He was muttering obscenities and promising to disembowel the other men.
Harry turned his head to the side, hearing Draco's voice as his thoughts drifted away.
Rodolphus pushed himself into Harry, the pain worse than before.
Harry shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut again. He bit his lip hard, trying to close his legs somehow.
Fingers closed around Harry's cock. "He needs some encouragement," Bellatrix cooed.
Harry's eyes widened. "No!" he yelled, bucking his hips. Harry could feel her fingers pumping his flesh. "No, stop," he cried out, shaking his head violently.
"Aww, that's better," Bellatrix crooned. Rodolphus kept thrusting, laughing now as well.
Harry was sobbing, hating his body for reacting to her touches. Only Draco was supposed to make him feel like that. He felt her bend over him, and her mouth closed around the head of his cock.
"Please, stop," Harry sobbed loudly, his hips thrusting up suddenly.
Rodolphus laughed again. "Your boyfriend is enjoying himself, Draco," Macnair yelled over his sobs.
"No! No ...." Harry tried to pull his arms away from Macnair, so that he could push away Bellatrix.
Macnair held his hands and Rodolphus his hips, while Bellatrix sucked and bobbed her head on Harry's cock. Her husband was panting now as he thrust harder.
Harry rocked with the thrusts, feeling himself get closer with each one. It made him feel sick.
"So Potter is a slut after all," Lucius sneered, laughing. Draco started howling again, thrashing on the table.
Harry trembled, the words hitting too close to home. That is what he was now. Draco would never touch him again. The thought made him cry harder.
"Bella sucks cock very well," Lucius said, as if he was talking about something mundane, "and Potter certainly seems to appreciate the talent." Malfoy senior kept up the banter, especially seeming to enjoy the howls of his own son.
Ron had taken over Draco's litany of threats, and Hermione had fallen silent.
Rodolphus thrust hard and then was groaning as he came hard into Harry's body.
Harry came a moment later with a tortured cry, his body arching off the ground before he went still, his chest heaving.
Bellatrix pulled back, letting him shoot all over himself and laughing as he did. "What a mess you have made, little Potter!"
"Not that little, once motivated," her husband said, laughing.
Harry didn't say anything, but his face flushed in embarrassment. He weakly tried to pull out of Macnair's grip.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix stood, but Macnair still held Harry's wrists.
"So, Potter," Lucius said, "you accused me of raping you. Something only my son had done to you."
"He didn't," Harry whispered, voice hoarse.
"Ah," Lucius smirked, "because you enjoyed it?"
"Because it wasn't real," Harry corrected.
"His cock and seed in your arse was real enough," the man sneered, "as was your blood."
"It wasn't real," Harry repeated.
"Are you suggesting we imagined it?" Lucius asked.
"You ... you had your own view of it," Harry said, coughing a bit.
"Such denial from the slut," Lucius sneered and laughed. The others joined in. "So what shall we do with him now?"
"Let us go," Harry mumbled, feeling out of it.
"I will make you an offer, Potter," Lucius said. "I will let you go if ...."
"NO!" screamed Bellatrix. "He must die! They all must die!"
Harry heard a smack and a sob. "Never interrupt me, Bella," Lucius snapped.
"Twisted family," Harry muttered to himself, falling in and out of consciousness.
"Where was I?" Lucius said. "Oh, yes, the offer. I will allow you and the other two to leave this place, if you do me a favour."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Kill my traitorous son," Lucius said.
"No, never," Harry said.
"Then I will disembowel him and strangle him with his own intestines. After I have killed your two friends," Lucius said.
"No, just let us all go, please," Harry begged, biting his lip.
"Crucio," Lucius said, and Hermione began screaming.
"Stop!" Harry screamed, beginning to struggle again. "We had a bargain!"
"Finite," Lucius said. "And that bargain was kept. She is unmolested -- for now -- but we must be going soon. The Ministry is truly inept, but they will find a way through the wards eventually. We have a Portkey to take us from here. My son dies. He has betrayed his family. That is not negotiable."
"He isn't dying!" Harry yelled, his anger escalating.
"You are hardly in a place to make such decisions, Potter," Lucius said. "You have to the count of ten and then I kill the Mudblood. One ... two ...."
Harry shook his head, thinking. This was his only chance to get out alive.
"Three ... four ... five ...."
"All right, I'll do it!" Harry snapped.
"Very good," Lucius purred, "wise decision."
Harry heard a gasp from Hermione.
"Yes," Draco's hoarse voice agreed.
"Are you going to make me do it from the floor?" Harry asked sarcastically, fighting off the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Macnair released Harry's wrists.
Harry got up on his knees first, feeling the blood and come run down his legs. It made him shiver, but he guessed he deserved it now.
"No stalling, Potter," Macnair sneered.
Harry got up to his feet slowly. "What am I supposed to kill him with?"
"Give him that knife," Lucius ordered. "Cut his throat, Potter."
Harry held his hand out for the knife, trying to keep his hand from shaking. Before he was given it, Harry thought of the Vision Spell, non-verbally casting it. He pretended he couldn't see, but now he had a visual of where everyone was.
"Do it," Draco growled, his one eye looking at Harry.
Harry looked at him for a long moment, showing him that he could see him perfectly fine. He glanced away a second later, not wanting anyone else to know. "I don't want to kill him while he's still tied to the table."
"That's not part of the agreement," Lucius said. "He is an animal; he has to be tied up."
Harry ran his finger over the edge of the knife, the blood welling up quickly. "Untie him, Malfoy."
"Get on with it," Lucius snapped.
Harry could see that Hermione and Ron were tied to chairs just on the other side of the table from where Draco lay. Harry sucked on his finger as he looked to where Hermione and Ron were. He began to walk over, silently and unnoticeably using wandless magic to release them from the ropes that tied them to the chairs. A quick glance at both of them told them not to move yet. He stopped in front of Draco.
Draco turned his head to watch Harry and lifted his chin, offering his neck to him. Harry moved back behind him and bent down, pressing himself against Draco's back. Harry slipped his hand under his lover's chin and made him tilt his head back more, then Harry gently pressed the knife against Draco's throat as he began to quietly whisper into his ear. "I'm going to untie you."
"Gonna fuck him or kill him?" Macnair sneered, eliciting laughter from the rest.
"Oh, both would be fun," Bellatrix quipped.
"I've got Macnair and Bellatrix," Harry continued to whisper, running the dull edge of the knife up and down the skin as he silently released the bindings on Draco's legs. "Can you handle Lucius and Rodolphus?" he asked, making a show of licking the shell of Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped. "Yess," he hissed between his teeth.
"Good." Harry turned the knife again, pressing the sharp edge against Draco's throat. Harry's other hand ran over his lover's arms, quietly undoing the ropes there. He distracted everyone by gently moving the knife over the skin, making a small shallow cut. "Count to five, then throw me off ...."
Draco counted in his head and then bucked upward, hoping to startle the others so they didn't fire immediately.
Hermione and Ron moved too, Summoning their wands at the same time.
Harry got up quickly and went after Macnair first, stabbing him in the chest without a second thought. As he felt the man's body fall under him, Harry grinned.
Draco jumped onto the table and then leapt at Rodolphus, taking the man to the ground under him. Curses were flying around the room as Hermione and Ron battled Lucius and Bellatrix. Draco sunk his claws and teeth into Rodolphus, ripping into his throat, blood gushing into his mouth.
Harry pulled the knife out of Macnair, making a face at the blood that followed. He snuck up behind Bellatrix just as she fired a spell, pulling her hair back and exposing her neck. "This is for Sirius, too," he whispered, pressing the knife against her throat.
"No!" she yelled, grabbing Harry's wrist and trying to stop him.
Draco had ripped the throat from his uncle and dropped his body to the floor. He now turned his attention to Lucius who was diving for one of the doors. Draco was singed by a near miss from Hermione as he ran down his father, knocking the man face down to the ground. Lucius kept his grip on his wand even as the breath was knocked out of him.
Harry laughed, pulling the knife over Bellatrix's throat evenly. "Did you stop when I said no?" he said, dropping her to the floor. It felt strange to kill someone like this, but Harry felt he didn't have any other choice.
Draco landed on his father's back, grabbing the wrist of the man's wand hand and slamming it into the floor. He felt it snap and Lucius screamed in pain.
Harry turned and watched what was happening, slowly walking over just in case Draco needed helped.
Draco flipped his father over, looking down into his eyes.
"Draco," Lucius ordered, "release me."
Harry stopped, just watching. He hoped Draco wouldn't let his father take over him again.
"I was yours," Draco growled. "You could hurt me, but you shouldn't have hurt Harry or let them touch him. He is mine."
Lucius was trembling. "I am still your father," he sneered. "Release me."
Draco ripped his claws downward, slicing open his father's robes and grazing the skin underneath.
Hermione and Ron came up behind Harry. "Harry," Hermione asked, "shouldn't we do something?"
"No," Harry whispered, feeling himself smile a bit. "He needs to do this." He held out the knife for Hermione to take before he could fall over, his magic drained along with feeling physically and emotionally exhausted.
"No," Ron had said with Harry and smiled, catching Harry around the waist and holding him up. "Lean on me," he said. "Can you still see?"
"No," Harry murmured, leaning on Ron. "I think I'm going to pass out," he added.
Lucius's eyes widened. "Draco, no." He sounded frightened now. "What are you doing?"
Draco held his father pinned with his left claws around both wrists and straddling the man's body. He used his right hand to peel back the layers of fabric, exposing Lucius's chest and stomach.
Hermione and Ron helped Harry to a chair and she cast Ennervate on him.
Draco drew his claws down the centre of his father's body, blood welling in their wake. Lucius cried out and began to beg. "Draco, my son, please stop," he pleaded.
"A Malfoy doesn't beg," Draco sneered. "That's what you told me. Or cry. Even when they kill his mother." Draco sliced across that pale stomach, opening him.
"Not a chair," Harry murmured, slipping off the chair and laying down on the floor. He could hear Lucius begging Draco to stop and he was glad things happened the way they did. "We win," he whispered, pressing his cheek against the cold floor.
Draco was so focused on his father, he didn't see what was going on behind him. He reached into the man's belly and drew out his intestines, showing them to his father. The man screamed in pain and horror. "For Mother," Draco said.
"Bloody hell!" Ron yelled, not sure which was more upsetting, Harry passing out or Draco disemboweling his own father.
Hermione pulled Harry's head into her lap and refused to watch anymore.
Ron watched as Draco looped the intestines around Lucius's neck and strangled him. The wards fell when the man died and the room was suddenly filled with Aurors with their wands drawn.
Chapter Number/Total: 34/36
Chapter Title: Double Bind
Words: 2735 Words
Harry moved, getting onto his hands and knees as he crawled over to where Draco lay. When he slipped in the blood, he stopped and raised his hand so he could see, the spell still active. Draco was tied face down at the end of the narrow table. He was bent over it with his legs tied to the legs of the table and his hands to its sides. "Draco," Harry moaned, crawling the rest of the way. He could hardly see Draco's face through all the blood. "This is all my fault," he whispered, gently running his hand over his cheek.
Draco opened his one eye and looked up at Harry. "Shouldn't have come," he rasped.
"I shouldn't have made you go to the ceremony with me," he replied softly, lying down in front of him. It was strange to talk like this in front of all the Death Eaters, but when he was with Draco, he felt like he was in another world. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault," Draco croaked. "Let my guard down. Get out of here."
"I'm not leaving without you," Harry promised, moving to kiss his lover's cheek.
Bellatrix laughed again. "He really isn't very bright, is he, nephew?"
Harry ignored her. "Just ... have some hope with me, Draco," he whispered quietly, leaning over more so that he was talking directly into his ear. "Like last time."
Draco sighed, but didn't respond.
"So the blind beauty loves the beast, does he?" Lucius drawled.
"I love you," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, completely blocking out everyone else. "I do."
A man's voice spoke up. "So, it's my turn with him, Lucius."
"I have been enjoying the show, Rodolphus," Lucius complained, "but I suppose that's true."
"No," growled Draco, "leave him alone. Use me."
Rodolphus laughed. "You are nearly used up, dog."
"No, Draco, I'm fine," Harry said, looking at him. "I don't want them to hurt you anymore."
"Mine!" Draco growled.
"Yours, always yours," Harry whispered, trying to soothe him.
"No one else," Draco sobbed, a tear slipping from his eye.
Bellatrix laughed again. "He made the beast cry! Even you couldn't do that, Lucius."
"I know," Harry said quietly, laying his head next to Draco's. "I know ... it'll be fine, Draco."
"No, don't let them," Draco begged.
"I don't have a choice," Harry replied quietly.
"Fight them, get away!" Draco pleaded.
"Not without you," Harry said firmly.
"Fucking Gryffindor," Draco snapped.
"Fucking Slytherin," Harry countered, leaning in close to quickly press his lips against Draco's.
A hand closed on Harry's hair again, dragging him back and off the table until he fell to the floor, held by his hair. Harry cried out in surprise, his legs kicking out as he began to struggle.
"Struggle all you want," Rodolphus sneered. "I like it rough." He dragged Harry up backward by his hair so that he was now lying on his back.
Harry reached up to try and make the man let go, feeling like his hair was being ripped out. The man dropped Harry's head, and it hit the floor. Harry heard the crack against the floor before he felt the pain, a small moan coming from him.
Draco was growling again, struggling and banging his head against the table. Hermione started yelling, "Stop!"
Rodolphus straddled Harry's body and pinned his hands down. "Macnair," he said, "give me a hand here."
"No," Harry whimpered slowly, the pain in his head making it seem like things were going in slow motion around him.
Another pair of hands grabbed Harry's wrists and pulled them over his head, holding them tight against the hard floor. Bellatrix was laughing again. Her husband pushed a knee between Harry's legs forcing them apart. Harry couldn't struggle as much as he wanted to in this position. "It hurts," he mumbled quietly, knowing it wouldn't help.
"Good," the man between his legs said, and Harry could feel Rodolphus fumbling with his trousers.
Draco was struggling so hard the table creaked. He was muttering obscenities and promising to disembowel the other men.
Harry turned his head to the side, hearing Draco's voice as his thoughts drifted away.
Rodolphus pushed himself into Harry, the pain worse than before.
Harry shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut again. He bit his lip hard, trying to close his legs somehow.
Fingers closed around Harry's cock. "He needs some encouragement," Bellatrix cooed.
Harry's eyes widened. "No!" he yelled, bucking his hips. Harry could feel her fingers pumping his flesh. "No, stop," he cried out, shaking his head violently.
"Aww, that's better," Bellatrix crooned. Rodolphus kept thrusting, laughing now as well.
Harry was sobbing, hating his body for reacting to her touches. Only Draco was supposed to make him feel like that. He felt her bend over him, and her mouth closed around the head of his cock.
"Please, stop," Harry sobbed loudly, his hips thrusting up suddenly.
Rodolphus laughed again. "Your boyfriend is enjoying himself, Draco," Macnair yelled over his sobs.
"No! No ...." Harry tried to pull his arms away from Macnair, so that he could push away Bellatrix.
Macnair held his hands and Rodolphus his hips, while Bellatrix sucked and bobbed her head on Harry's cock. Her husband was panting now as he thrust harder.
Harry rocked with the thrusts, feeling himself get closer with each one. It made him feel sick.
"So Potter is a slut after all," Lucius sneered, laughing. Draco started howling again, thrashing on the table.
Harry trembled, the words hitting too close to home. That is what he was now. Draco would never touch him again. The thought made him cry harder.
"Bella sucks cock very well," Lucius said, as if he was talking about something mundane, "and Potter certainly seems to appreciate the talent." Malfoy senior kept up the banter, especially seeming to enjoy the howls of his own son.
Ron had taken over Draco's litany of threats, and Hermione had fallen silent.
Rodolphus thrust hard and then was groaning as he came hard into Harry's body.
Harry came a moment later with a tortured cry, his body arching off the ground before he went still, his chest heaving.
Bellatrix pulled back, letting him shoot all over himself and laughing as he did. "What a mess you have made, little Potter!"
"Not that little, once motivated," her husband said, laughing.
Harry didn't say anything, but his face flushed in embarrassment. He weakly tried to pull out of Macnair's grip.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix stood, but Macnair still held Harry's wrists.
"So, Potter," Lucius said, "you accused me of raping you. Something only my son had done to you."
"He didn't," Harry whispered, voice hoarse.
"Ah," Lucius smirked, "because you enjoyed it?"
"Because it wasn't real," Harry corrected.
"His cock and seed in your arse was real enough," the man sneered, "as was your blood."
"It wasn't real," Harry repeated.
"Are you suggesting we imagined it?" Lucius asked.
"You ... you had your own view of it," Harry said, coughing a bit.
"Such denial from the slut," Lucius sneered and laughed. The others joined in. "So what shall we do with him now?"
"Let us go," Harry mumbled, feeling out of it.
"I will make you an offer, Potter," Lucius said. "I will let you go if ...."
"NO!" screamed Bellatrix. "He must die! They all must die!"
Harry heard a smack and a sob. "Never interrupt me, Bella," Lucius snapped.
"Twisted family," Harry muttered to himself, falling in and out of consciousness.
"Where was I?" Lucius said. "Oh, yes, the offer. I will allow you and the other two to leave this place, if you do me a favour."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Kill my traitorous son," Lucius said.
"No, never," Harry said.
"Then I will disembowel him and strangle him with his own intestines. After I have killed your two friends," Lucius said.
"No, just let us all go, please," Harry begged, biting his lip.
"Crucio," Lucius said, and Hermione began screaming.
"Stop!" Harry screamed, beginning to struggle again. "We had a bargain!"
"Finite," Lucius said. "And that bargain was kept. She is unmolested -- for now -- but we must be going soon. The Ministry is truly inept, but they will find a way through the wards eventually. We have a Portkey to take us from here. My son dies. He has betrayed his family. That is not negotiable."
"He isn't dying!" Harry yelled, his anger escalating.
"You are hardly in a place to make such decisions, Potter," Lucius said. "You have to the count of ten and then I kill the Mudblood. One ... two ...."
Harry shook his head, thinking. This was his only chance to get out alive.
"Three ... four ... five ...."
"All right, I'll do it!" Harry snapped.
"Very good," Lucius purred, "wise decision."
Harry heard a gasp from Hermione.
"Yes," Draco's hoarse voice agreed.
"Are you going to make me do it from the floor?" Harry asked sarcastically, fighting off the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Macnair released Harry's wrists.
Harry got up on his knees first, feeling the blood and come run down his legs. It made him shiver, but he guessed he deserved it now.
"No stalling, Potter," Macnair sneered.
Harry got up to his feet slowly. "What am I supposed to kill him with?"
"Give him that knife," Lucius ordered. "Cut his throat, Potter."
Harry held his hand out for the knife, trying to keep his hand from shaking. Before he was given it, Harry thought of the Vision Spell, non-verbally casting it. He pretended he couldn't see, but now he had a visual of where everyone was.
"Do it," Draco growled, his one eye looking at Harry.
Harry looked at him for a long moment, showing him that he could see him perfectly fine. He glanced away a second later, not wanting anyone else to know. "I don't want to kill him while he's still tied to the table."
"That's not part of the agreement," Lucius said. "He is an animal; he has to be tied up."
Harry ran his finger over the edge of the knife, the blood welling up quickly. "Untie him, Malfoy."
"Get on with it," Lucius snapped.
Harry could see that Hermione and Ron were tied to chairs just on the other side of the table from where Draco lay. Harry sucked on his finger as he looked to where Hermione and Ron were. He began to walk over, silently and unnoticeably using wandless magic to release them from the ropes that tied them to the chairs. A quick glance at both of them told them not to move yet. He stopped in front of Draco.
Draco turned his head to watch Harry and lifted his chin, offering his neck to him. Harry moved back behind him and bent down, pressing himself against Draco's back. Harry slipped his hand under his lover's chin and made him tilt his head back more, then Harry gently pressed the knife against Draco's throat as he began to quietly whisper into his ear. "I'm going to untie you."
"Gonna fuck him or kill him?" Macnair sneered, eliciting laughter from the rest.
"Oh, both would be fun," Bellatrix quipped.
"I've got Macnair and Bellatrix," Harry continued to whisper, running the dull edge of the knife up and down the skin as he silently released the bindings on Draco's legs. "Can you handle Lucius and Rodolphus?" he asked, making a show of licking the shell of Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped. "Yess," he hissed between his teeth.
"Good." Harry turned the knife again, pressing the sharp edge against Draco's throat. Harry's other hand ran over his lover's arms, quietly undoing the ropes there. He distracted everyone by gently moving the knife over the skin, making a small shallow cut. "Count to five, then throw me off ...."
Draco counted in his head and then bucked upward, hoping to startle the others so they didn't fire immediately.
Hermione and Ron moved too, Summoning their wands at the same time.
Harry got up quickly and went after Macnair first, stabbing him in the chest without a second thought. As he felt the man's body fall under him, Harry grinned.
Draco jumped onto the table and then leapt at Rodolphus, taking the man to the ground under him. Curses were flying around the room as Hermione and Ron battled Lucius and Bellatrix. Draco sunk his claws and teeth into Rodolphus, ripping into his throat, blood gushing into his mouth.
Harry pulled the knife out of Macnair, making a face at the blood that followed. He snuck up behind Bellatrix just as she fired a spell, pulling her hair back and exposing her neck. "This is for Sirius, too," he whispered, pressing the knife against her throat.
"No!" she yelled, grabbing Harry's wrist and trying to stop him.
Draco had ripped the throat from his uncle and dropped his body to the floor. He now turned his attention to Lucius who was diving for one of the doors. Draco was singed by a near miss from Hermione as he ran down his father, knocking the man face down to the ground. Lucius kept his grip on his wand even as the breath was knocked out of him.
Harry laughed, pulling the knife over Bellatrix's throat evenly. "Did you stop when I said no?" he said, dropping her to the floor. It felt strange to kill someone like this, but Harry felt he didn't have any other choice.
Draco landed on his father's back, grabbing the wrist of the man's wand hand and slamming it into the floor. He felt it snap and Lucius screamed in pain.
Harry turned and watched what was happening, slowly walking over just in case Draco needed helped.
Draco flipped his father over, looking down into his eyes.
"Draco," Lucius ordered, "release me."
Harry stopped, just watching. He hoped Draco wouldn't let his father take over him again.
"I was yours," Draco growled. "You could hurt me, but you shouldn't have hurt Harry or let them touch him. He is mine."
Lucius was trembling. "I am still your father," he sneered. "Release me."
Draco ripped his claws downward, slicing open his father's robes and grazing the skin underneath.
Hermione and Ron came up behind Harry. "Harry," Hermione asked, "shouldn't we do something?"
"No," Harry whispered, feeling himself smile a bit. "He needs to do this." He held out the knife for Hermione to take before he could fall over, his magic drained along with feeling physically and emotionally exhausted.
"No," Ron had said with Harry and smiled, catching Harry around the waist and holding him up. "Lean on me," he said. "Can you still see?"
"No," Harry murmured, leaning on Ron. "I think I'm going to pass out," he added.
Lucius's eyes widened. "Draco, no." He sounded frightened now. "What are you doing?"
Draco held his father pinned with his left claws around both wrists and straddling the man's body. He used his right hand to peel back the layers of fabric, exposing Lucius's chest and stomach.
Hermione and Ron helped Harry to a chair and she cast Ennervate on him.
Draco drew his claws down the centre of his father's body, blood welling in their wake. Lucius cried out and began to beg. "Draco, my son, please stop," he pleaded.
"A Malfoy doesn't beg," Draco sneered. "That's what you told me. Or cry. Even when they kill his mother." Draco sliced across that pale stomach, opening him.
"Not a chair," Harry murmured, slipping off the chair and laying down on the floor. He could hear Lucius begging Draco to stop and he was glad things happened the way they did. "We win," he whispered, pressing his cheek against the cold floor.
Draco was so focused on his father, he didn't see what was going on behind him. He reached into the man's belly and drew out his intestines, showing them to his father. The man screamed in pain and horror. "For Mother," Draco said.
"Bloody hell!" Ron yelled, not sure which was more upsetting, Harry passing out or Draco disemboweling his own father.
Hermione pulled Harry's head into her lap and refused to watch anymore.
Ron watched as Draco looped the intestines around Lucius's neck and strangled him. The wards fell when the man died and the room was suddenly filled with Aurors with their wands drawn.