Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Reunion
Chapter Number/Total: 41/44
Chapter Title: Reunion
Words: 3431 Words
Harry was curled around Draco's back, holding him close to his body. A loud click and then footsteps woke him and his eyes flew open to see a witch bearing a dinner tray. He blinked a few times and then reached down quickly to make sure that he and Draco were covered.
The middle-aged witch's eyes grew wide and she flushed a bit as she settled the tray. "Um, do you need two dinner trays?" she asked.
"No, that's fine," Harry told her in a voice thick from sleep.
"Well, there is plenty here," she said. "You just let me know if you want more." She smirked a bit as she left.
Draco shifted in his sleep, his body moving to stay close to Harry as the other man moved.
Harry eyed the woman's back with a raised eyebrow as she left. He shook his head and then smiled down at Draco as he sat up. "Draco," he said quietly, not really trying very hard to wake him up.
Draco's face turned toward him, grey eyes blinking sleepily and a small smile on his face. "Harry," he whispered.
"Hey," Harry said, bending down to kiss Draco gently. "Hungry? They just brought some food in."
"Did you fuck me?" Draco smirked. "Then, of course, I'm hungry."
Harry snorted. "Of course," he said, smiling. He picked the tray up and set it on his lap so that Draco could reach it.
Draco turned, using his hand to help push himself up to a sitting position. He was surprised that he seemed to be in less pain than before. He reached for the juice on the tray, hoping it wasn't pumpkin.
Harry leaned back on his hands, still smiling at Draco. "Feel better?" he asked.
Draco sipped the drink, smiling, "Yes, actually." He held the drink out to Harry. "It's cranberry-something."
"Eh, I don't like cranberry juice," Harry said, refusing the drink. He yawned and looked over at the window. The shade was still pulled, but he could see dim light leaking from the sides. "You think they'll let us out of here today?"
"It probably depends on the state of my wounds," Draco said, beginning to eat . "Aren't you hungry?" he asked.
Harry shrugged and took a bit of bread from the tray. He sighed. "Glad you feel b'er," he said through his mouthful.
Draco ate quickly, realising it had been at least a day since he had eaten.
Harry ate half the food, finding that he was pretty hungry as well. When he was finished, he leaned back against the pillow. He ran a finger across the skin of Draco's back, drawing patterns.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch and smiled, finishing the last of the food and drink on the tray. He stretched and then gingerly touched his chest through the bandages, wondering what it looked like underneath.
The staff witch came back in, followed by a male staff member. "I see you have eaten good." She smiled at Draco. "Did you share with your ... friend?" She used her wand to float the tray off the bed.
Harry raised his eyebrow again and sat up.
Draco blinked slowly, then shuddered, falling back on the bed, his eyes open but unmoving.
Harry gasped and stared down at Draco, very, very confused. "Draco?" he asked, voice a bit higher than it had been before.
Before Harry could react, the staff nurse flicked her wand and put a Body-Bind on him. He fell beside Draco.
The witch laughed. "Two in one I would say. You Apparate Potter. I'll take young Malfoy." The man who had come in with her used his wand to lift Harry and then slung him over his shoulder with a grunt. The woman picked up Draco in her arms. Then they Apparated away from St Mungo's.
Harry couldn't move and he couldn't talk. Terrible fear and dread filled him as he heard the woman tell the man to Apparate and he tried to push against the magic binding him as he was lifted. What scared him even more was that the woman had Draco and he couldn't do anything about it. It was the only thing he could think of. His heart pounded as he stared at the door of the room, slung over the man's shoulder, because he couldn't turn his head to look at anything else.
The room they appeared in was stone -- old looking and dirty. The man dumped Harry's naked body on the cold floor and smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.
Still unable to move, Harry saw the man's features shift and stretch until they took the more familiar, more menacing countenance of Crabbe Sr. His heart sped up and he began breathing erratically. Something was very, very wrong and he was terrified.
"Don't worry, Potter," the big man said, leering. "You'll get yours - after that Malfoy brat is taught his lessons."
Harry would have screamed in rage if he were able, but he could only stare, terrified. Oh, God, please no, he thought. Please, please don't let it be this. But he knew it was.
The man laughed at the look in Harry's eyes and backed up a few steps before releasing the Body-Bind spell and keeping his eyes trained on Harry.
Harry scrambled to his feet and flew at Crabbe immediately, wanting to hurt him, wanting to do whatever he could. He knew he didn't have his wand, and physically was the only way he had to defend himself or attack.
The man Apparated away and Harry crashed into the stone wall.
Harry roared and clawed the wall. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he screamed. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He looked around himself at the room. No windows, no doors, no way to escape. "DRACO!" he screamed desperately. His chest heaved as he continued to look frantically around him. "DRACO!"
***
Feeling returned slowly to Draco’s body, in that same tingling sensation that had signalled its loss. He recognised the Paralysis Potion’s effects and was silently cursing himself for not having caught the hint of it in the cranberry juice. His eyes were closed now and he could feel he was lying on something cold. His heart was beating frantically but he forced himself to keep his breathing even and not allow his face to react. He listened for the sounds in the room. There was a rustle of fabric and then he felt soft fingers caressing his face. Softer than Harry’s fingers. He shivered, knowing that touch.
“You can’t hide from me, my child,” Lucius crooned in a voice that had always held the promise of love and pain in equal parts.
Draco opened his eyes and looked up at his sire’s equally grey eyes. Although he had feeling now, Draco found he still couldn’t move his limbs. He felt some type of bindings on them. He was naked, no hospital gown or bandages.
Lucius leaned forward, caressing his son’s lips with his own.
Draco held still but his breathing had sped up.
A slight smile on his face, Lucius licked gently at his son’s lips, sliding his tongue into the young man’s unresisting but unresponsive mouth. He licked and sucked and still Draco held still, refusing to give his father a response. Finally, the older man drew back and raised an eyebrow. “No greeting for your father?” he asked in a pseudo-pleasant voice.
“Where is Harry?” Draco asked as calmly as he could.
A hard stinging slap across his face was his father’s reply. There was a deep chuckle from somewhere behind him. Lucius frowned and stood up, glancing back over his shoulder.
Draco found he could move his head now and was able to see a room he knew. Walden Macnair was the man who had laughed. Beside him stood Goyle Sr. They were in part of the underground of Malfoy Manor. Draco was tied to the stone altar in the place called “The Offering Room.” He trembled at the realisation and wondered, again, just how far his father was willing to take this. But more than anything, he wanted to know that Harry was safe.
Lucius turned his attention back to his son, laying his hand on him and tracing the wounds on Draco’s chest and stomach. They hurt, but not as much as Draco expected and he gritted his teeth to keep from responding. “Who marked you, my son?” Lucius asked with a tone that implied retribution would be coming for the perpetrator. “Did Potter do this to you?”
“No, I did,” Draco answered, “with a spell when I heard you were free.”
Goyle and the rest of the Death Eaters watched as Lucius dealt with his son. It had to be done. He had to know his place and be set straight. Goyle let out a quiet snort of amusement at Draco's words. So the brat had nerve. He cleared his throat. "Potter's feeling good," he said, chuckling in his low growl of a voice.
Draco’s eyes widened and he tried to control the fear. His worst fear. No, they could be baiting you, he thought.
Lucius was still frowning down at his son while he explored the angry red marks on his child. “You were so perfect,” he mused, as if talking to himself. He reached for Draco’s left arm and touched the smooth skin that ended just below his son’s elbow. His scowl deepened. “HE did this. He cut you rather than let you go to our Lord.”
“I would not have gone to Him. I would rather have died,” Draco said simply.
Another slap, from the other direction, answered this response. “That still would have been better than what you have done.”
Crabbe Sr appeared with a crack and nodded to Lucius. “He’s secured.”
Goyle chuckled again and seemed to be watching Draco's face for signs of fear, but he showed all of that Malfoy indifference.
"Such a waste," Lucius said in disgust.
Draco raised an eyebrow at his father. "I assure you, it is not wasted."
Lucius's eyes narrowed and he made a sharp hissing noise. "Macnair," he said, waving a hand and gesturing.
The tall, dark man drew his wand and cast Cruciatus on the bound man. Draco's screams echoed through the chamber.
Crabbe and Goyle watched silently as Draco screamed. It seemed like there was nothing more entertaining than watching Cruciatus.
With a simple cutting gesture from Lucius, Macnair stopped the spell.
Draco laid panting and shuddering, his naked body covered in a sheen of sweat now.
Lucius was tired of this game. He had never seen his child behave like this and it unnerved him. "Who do you belong to?" he asked in a cold voice.
Draco's attention snapped to his father, his eyes openly defiant. "I belong to Harry James Potter."
Lucius brought his cane up, shaking with rage, but held his blow. "Crabbe, get him. Macnair ...."
The screams resumed as Macnair cast the spell again.
***
Harry had given up screaming, but his voice was hoarse now. He was out of his mind with rage and had punched and kicked the wall a few times. His hand was bleeding and his foot hurt, but he hardly noticed. Where was Draco? He let out a dry sob at that thought.
Crabbe Apparated into the chamber, his wand already drawn. He immediately cast a Body-Bind on Harry. He then slung the man's body over his shoulder again.
It was strange, but instead of feeling afraid that Crabbe was back, Harry was glad, relieved almost. It meant that he was taking him somewhere else. To Draco, please let it be to Draco, he thought.
Crabbe returned to the chamber just as Macnair released the spell again. Draco's screams turned into a groan and hoarse breathing.
The room was a large, circular stone chamber with Gothic style arches and gargoyles. It was decorated with rich tapestries. There were stone benches ringing the walls. In the centre was a fire pit and a stone altar. Draco was laying with both legs tied to two corners. His right arm was tied above his head and his left lay unbound at his side. He was naked and covered in sweat.
Near him stood the robed figure of Lucius Malfoy. A few feet behind him, in contrast, was the dark-haired and half clothed figure of Macnair.
Harry would have gasped and screamed and kicked, but he was unable. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of Draco and then they fell upon Lucius Malfoy and hatred coursed though him, so strong he could almost literally feel it as if it were some kind of force. He wanted to claw the man's eyes out and would have tried if he could have.
Crabbe walked to a pillar not far from the altar. "Goyle, hold him up."
At the words, Draco tried to open his eyes and look at what was happening. He gasped when he saw Harry. "No," he tried to say, but he was unsure of whether or not his throat made any intelligible sound.
Harry's eyes shot to Draco as he made a noise and he tried to tell him with his eyes that everything would be all right, but he didn't know if everything would be all right. Things looked hopeless with Harry and Draco both wandless and naked and both bound and unable to escape, or even to talk it seemed. He was more afraid then he had ever been, but none of the fear was for his own life.
Goyle gave one nod to Crabbe and took Harry's shoulders. He held him to the pillar far more firmly than was needed. There would be bruises. "Oh, you'll have fun, Boy-Who-Lived," he said, chuckling.
Crabbe pulled his wand again and cast the spell that brought out ropes, tying Harry's hands and feet in a standing position to the pillar. Once Harry was secured, he released the Body-Bind.
Harry immediately pushed with all his might against the ropes. "Let me out of this!" he shouted to Lucius rather than Crabbe and Goyle. "Let me out of this, now!"
All of the Death Eaters seem to find Harry's words amusing. "You are here at my pleasure, Potter," Lucius said, walking over and running the head of his cane down Harry's body, his smile cruel.
"No," Draco said more forcefully this time, able to breathe again. He knew better than to struggle against the magical restraints. Instead, he tried to relax his body so they pulled less tightly.
Harry's breath sped up at the sound of Draco's voice and he spat at Lucius. "You fucking disgusting bastard," he said, glaring.
The cane movement was swift, landing in the centre of Harry's belly, pain blossoming as his breath knocked out with the impact.
Harry grunted, squeezed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth. He gasped for breath and went limp against the ropes for a second.
Goyle laughed from somewhere near him.
"I am the Master of this house," Lucius explained. "You will not speak to me like that."
"Father," Draco said, his face turned toward the others. "Let him go, please," he begged. He knew it was futile, but couldn't think of anything else.
Harry's eyes opened again and he tried to look at Draco from where he was. "No," he gasped, and he turned back to Lucius. "You will do this to your own son?" he asked, his voice pleading now.
"That is the point," Lucius said. "He is my son. I made him. And I choose what becomes of him." He fingered the head of the cane as he did. "He knew the consequences of defying me."
"Let him go," Harry pleaded. "Disown him, that way he won't be your son anymore. Just let him go, please. I'll do anything." Harry was trying to think of a way to get out of this, but his mind was coming up blank. He could think of no way to release the ropes.
"You really don't understand, do you?" Lucius tsked. Macnair snorted. "He is the blood of my blood, the flesh of my flesh, and there is only one way to end that connection."
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest at Lucius's words. "Don't touch him," he said, angry again. "Don't you dare."
"I could let him live," Lucius said, leaning closer with one eyebrow raised, his cane laying against Harry's chest. "But that is up to you. Did you say anything?"
"No, don't listen to him, Harry!" Draco yelled. Lucius shot a look over at his son, and gestured to Macnair. The dark man laughed and flicked his wand. Draco screamed again, his body writhing on the altar.
"NO!" Harry screamed, Draco's own screams surrounding him and ringing in his ears. "No, please, no. Anything, yes, I'll do anything." If he agreed to do what Lucius wanted, perhaps it would provide them with some means of escape.
Lucius smiled, seemingly unaffected by his son's screams, but pleased with Harry's reaction. He gestured again and Macnair released the curse. Draco slumped back, panting and sobbing.
"Give me back what belongs to me," Lucius said. "Give me back my son."
Harry stared, panting, at Lucius Malfoy, his mind racing. What was he to say? He couldn't agree to that. Draco would suffer with Lucius. Harry wanted him away from his father forever. "He never belonged to you," he said angrily.
The cane struck his solar-plexus this time, expelling the breath from Harry and sending blinding pain coursing through his chest. He cried out, his muscles tensing as he clenched his teeth again. "You ... fucking ... coward," he panted when he could speak again. "You ... can hit me tied to this ... pillar, but not in a ... fair battle. You can try to ... control your son but can't take it when ... he slips from your grasp. You sicken me. Scum like you shouldn't be allowed to live."
Crabbe scowled, taking a step toward Harry, but Macnair held a hand up, waiting for Lucius.
Lucius laughed. He stepped back and nodded to Macnair, who grinned and cast Cruciatus on Harry this time.
White-hot pain pierced every inch of Harry's body, blinding and deafening him with it's intensity. He screamed and writhed, still held tightly by the ropes. He found himself wishing he would die, the pain was so excruciating.
As soon as Harry started screaming, so did Draco. Intrigued, Lucius walked over to his son and looked between the two. At a signal, Macnair released the spell again and both young men stopped screaming. Draco caught his breath quicker though. "Please, Father, please let him go," he begged, sincere in his fear and his need. "Kill me any way you like, but let him go."
Harry still could hardly breathe as he listened to Draco's words. "No," he gasped weakly. "No, don't ... touch him."
Lucius stood looking at his son. The stomach wound had reopened and blood trickled over that smooth, white skin to drip on the white marble of the altar.
"Anything," Draco repeated, his eyes pleading with his father.
Lucius turned with wand drawn, pointing at Harry. "Silencio," he said, and turned back to his son.
Harry tried to shout, but nothing came out. "No!" he tried to yell. He struggled against the ropes to no avail.
"Shut up, you," Goyle said stupidly, and laughed.
Lucius looked down fondly at his only child. He reached a hand out and smoothed damp hair from the young man's face. "Would you do whatever I asked, my beautiful boy?" he purred.
Draco shuddered, looking at his father. "I would do whatever is in my power if you release him," he said quietly, looking his father directly in the eyes.
"Don't touch him!" Harry screamed silently, his eyes filling with tears again. He shook and gasped, unable to do anything. "No, please!"
Goyle laughed at him again.
Lucius smiled, leaning in to kiss his son, his hand cupping the man's face.
Draco's heart was racing and he could feel Harry watching them, but he opened his mouth to the kiss, allowing his father the response he wanted.
His son's kisses were always the sweetest, Lucius thought as he sucked on the younger man's tongue. He lingered, having missed this. Then he pulled back and smiled at his son. "You know you are not bargaining for your release, only his," he said.
"I know ... Father," Draco answered quietly.
Chapter Title: Reunion
Words: 3431 Words
Harry was curled around Draco's back, holding him close to his body. A loud click and then footsteps woke him and his eyes flew open to see a witch bearing a dinner tray. He blinked a few times and then reached down quickly to make sure that he and Draco were covered.
The middle-aged witch's eyes grew wide and she flushed a bit as she settled the tray. "Um, do you need two dinner trays?" she asked.
"No, that's fine," Harry told her in a voice thick from sleep.
"Well, there is plenty here," she said. "You just let me know if you want more." She smirked a bit as she left.
Draco shifted in his sleep, his body moving to stay close to Harry as the other man moved.
Harry eyed the woman's back with a raised eyebrow as she left. He shook his head and then smiled down at Draco as he sat up. "Draco," he said quietly, not really trying very hard to wake him up.
Draco's face turned toward him, grey eyes blinking sleepily and a small smile on his face. "Harry," he whispered.
"Hey," Harry said, bending down to kiss Draco gently. "Hungry? They just brought some food in."
"Did you fuck me?" Draco smirked. "Then, of course, I'm hungry."
Harry snorted. "Of course," he said, smiling. He picked the tray up and set it on his lap so that Draco could reach it.
Draco turned, using his hand to help push himself up to a sitting position. He was surprised that he seemed to be in less pain than before. He reached for the juice on the tray, hoping it wasn't pumpkin.
Harry leaned back on his hands, still smiling at Draco. "Feel better?" he asked.
Draco sipped the drink, smiling, "Yes, actually." He held the drink out to Harry. "It's cranberry-something."
"Eh, I don't like cranberry juice," Harry said, refusing the drink. He yawned and looked over at the window. The shade was still pulled, but he could see dim light leaking from the sides. "You think they'll let us out of here today?"
"It probably depends on the state of my wounds," Draco said, beginning to eat . "Aren't you hungry?" he asked.
Harry shrugged and took a bit of bread from the tray. He sighed. "Glad you feel b'er," he said through his mouthful.
Draco ate quickly, realising it had been at least a day since he had eaten.
Harry ate half the food, finding that he was pretty hungry as well. When he was finished, he leaned back against the pillow. He ran a finger across the skin of Draco's back, drawing patterns.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch and smiled, finishing the last of the food and drink on the tray. He stretched and then gingerly touched his chest through the bandages, wondering what it looked like underneath.
The staff witch came back in, followed by a male staff member. "I see you have eaten good." She smiled at Draco. "Did you share with your ... friend?" She used her wand to float the tray off the bed.
Harry raised his eyebrow again and sat up.
Draco blinked slowly, then shuddered, falling back on the bed, his eyes open but unmoving.
Harry gasped and stared down at Draco, very, very confused. "Draco?" he asked, voice a bit higher than it had been before.
Before Harry could react, the staff nurse flicked her wand and put a Body-Bind on him. He fell beside Draco.
The witch laughed. "Two in one I would say. You Apparate Potter. I'll take young Malfoy." The man who had come in with her used his wand to lift Harry and then slung him over his shoulder with a grunt. The woman picked up Draco in her arms. Then they Apparated away from St Mungo's.
Harry couldn't move and he couldn't talk. Terrible fear and dread filled him as he heard the woman tell the man to Apparate and he tried to push against the magic binding him as he was lifted. What scared him even more was that the woman had Draco and he couldn't do anything about it. It was the only thing he could think of. His heart pounded as he stared at the door of the room, slung over the man's shoulder, because he couldn't turn his head to look at anything else.
The room they appeared in was stone -- old looking and dirty. The man dumped Harry's naked body on the cold floor and smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.
Still unable to move, Harry saw the man's features shift and stretch until they took the more familiar, more menacing countenance of Crabbe Sr. His heart sped up and he began breathing erratically. Something was very, very wrong and he was terrified.
"Don't worry, Potter," the big man said, leering. "You'll get yours - after that Malfoy brat is taught his lessons."
Harry would have screamed in rage if he were able, but he could only stare, terrified. Oh, God, please no, he thought. Please, please don't let it be this. But he knew it was.
The man laughed at the look in Harry's eyes and backed up a few steps before releasing the Body-Bind spell and keeping his eyes trained on Harry.
Harry scrambled to his feet and flew at Crabbe immediately, wanting to hurt him, wanting to do whatever he could. He knew he didn't have his wand, and physically was the only way he had to defend himself or attack.
The man Apparated away and Harry crashed into the stone wall.
Harry roared and clawed the wall. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he screamed. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He looked around himself at the room. No windows, no doors, no way to escape. "DRACO!" he screamed desperately. His chest heaved as he continued to look frantically around him. "DRACO!"
***
Feeling returned slowly to Draco’s body, in that same tingling sensation that had signalled its loss. He recognised the Paralysis Potion’s effects and was silently cursing himself for not having caught the hint of it in the cranberry juice. His eyes were closed now and he could feel he was lying on something cold. His heart was beating frantically but he forced himself to keep his breathing even and not allow his face to react. He listened for the sounds in the room. There was a rustle of fabric and then he felt soft fingers caressing his face. Softer than Harry’s fingers. He shivered, knowing that touch.
“You can’t hide from me, my child,” Lucius crooned in a voice that had always held the promise of love and pain in equal parts.
Draco opened his eyes and looked up at his sire’s equally grey eyes. Although he had feeling now, Draco found he still couldn’t move his limbs. He felt some type of bindings on them. He was naked, no hospital gown or bandages.
Lucius leaned forward, caressing his son’s lips with his own.
Draco held still but his breathing had sped up.
A slight smile on his face, Lucius licked gently at his son’s lips, sliding his tongue into the young man’s unresisting but unresponsive mouth. He licked and sucked and still Draco held still, refusing to give his father a response. Finally, the older man drew back and raised an eyebrow. “No greeting for your father?” he asked in a pseudo-pleasant voice.
“Where is Harry?” Draco asked as calmly as he could.
A hard stinging slap across his face was his father’s reply. There was a deep chuckle from somewhere behind him. Lucius frowned and stood up, glancing back over his shoulder.
Draco found he could move his head now and was able to see a room he knew. Walden Macnair was the man who had laughed. Beside him stood Goyle Sr. They were in part of the underground of Malfoy Manor. Draco was tied to the stone altar in the place called “The Offering Room.” He trembled at the realisation and wondered, again, just how far his father was willing to take this. But more than anything, he wanted to know that Harry was safe.
Lucius turned his attention back to his son, laying his hand on him and tracing the wounds on Draco’s chest and stomach. They hurt, but not as much as Draco expected and he gritted his teeth to keep from responding. “Who marked you, my son?” Lucius asked with a tone that implied retribution would be coming for the perpetrator. “Did Potter do this to you?”
“No, I did,” Draco answered, “with a spell when I heard you were free.”
Goyle and the rest of the Death Eaters watched as Lucius dealt with his son. It had to be done. He had to know his place and be set straight. Goyle let out a quiet snort of amusement at Draco's words. So the brat had nerve. He cleared his throat. "Potter's feeling good," he said, chuckling in his low growl of a voice.
Draco’s eyes widened and he tried to control the fear. His worst fear. No, they could be baiting you, he thought.
Lucius was still frowning down at his son while he explored the angry red marks on his child. “You were so perfect,” he mused, as if talking to himself. He reached for Draco’s left arm and touched the smooth skin that ended just below his son’s elbow. His scowl deepened. “HE did this. He cut you rather than let you go to our Lord.”
“I would not have gone to Him. I would rather have died,” Draco said simply.
Another slap, from the other direction, answered this response. “That still would have been better than what you have done.”
Crabbe Sr appeared with a crack and nodded to Lucius. “He’s secured.”
Goyle chuckled again and seemed to be watching Draco's face for signs of fear, but he showed all of that Malfoy indifference.
"Such a waste," Lucius said in disgust.
Draco raised an eyebrow at his father. "I assure you, it is not wasted."
Lucius's eyes narrowed and he made a sharp hissing noise. "Macnair," he said, waving a hand and gesturing.
The tall, dark man drew his wand and cast Cruciatus on the bound man. Draco's screams echoed through the chamber.
Crabbe and Goyle watched silently as Draco screamed. It seemed like there was nothing more entertaining than watching Cruciatus.
With a simple cutting gesture from Lucius, Macnair stopped the spell.
Draco laid panting and shuddering, his naked body covered in a sheen of sweat now.
Lucius was tired of this game. He had never seen his child behave like this and it unnerved him. "Who do you belong to?" he asked in a cold voice.
Draco's attention snapped to his father, his eyes openly defiant. "I belong to Harry James Potter."
Lucius brought his cane up, shaking with rage, but held his blow. "Crabbe, get him. Macnair ...."
The screams resumed as Macnair cast the spell again.
***
Harry had given up screaming, but his voice was hoarse now. He was out of his mind with rage and had punched and kicked the wall a few times. His hand was bleeding and his foot hurt, but he hardly noticed. Where was Draco? He let out a dry sob at that thought.
Crabbe Apparated into the chamber, his wand already drawn. He immediately cast a Body-Bind on Harry. He then slung the man's body over his shoulder again.
It was strange, but instead of feeling afraid that Crabbe was back, Harry was glad, relieved almost. It meant that he was taking him somewhere else. To Draco, please let it be to Draco, he thought.
Crabbe returned to the chamber just as Macnair released the spell again. Draco's screams turned into a groan and hoarse breathing.
The room was a large, circular stone chamber with Gothic style arches and gargoyles. It was decorated with rich tapestries. There were stone benches ringing the walls. In the centre was a fire pit and a stone altar. Draco was laying with both legs tied to two corners. His right arm was tied above his head and his left lay unbound at his side. He was naked and covered in sweat.
Near him stood the robed figure of Lucius Malfoy. A few feet behind him, in contrast, was the dark-haired and half clothed figure of Macnair.
Harry would have gasped and screamed and kicked, but he was unable. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of Draco and then they fell upon Lucius Malfoy and hatred coursed though him, so strong he could almost literally feel it as if it were some kind of force. He wanted to claw the man's eyes out and would have tried if he could have.
Crabbe walked to a pillar not far from the altar. "Goyle, hold him up."
At the words, Draco tried to open his eyes and look at what was happening. He gasped when he saw Harry. "No," he tried to say, but he was unsure of whether or not his throat made any intelligible sound.
Harry's eyes shot to Draco as he made a noise and he tried to tell him with his eyes that everything would be all right, but he didn't know if everything would be all right. Things looked hopeless with Harry and Draco both wandless and naked and both bound and unable to escape, or even to talk it seemed. He was more afraid then he had ever been, but none of the fear was for his own life.
Goyle gave one nod to Crabbe and took Harry's shoulders. He held him to the pillar far more firmly than was needed. There would be bruises. "Oh, you'll have fun, Boy-Who-Lived," he said, chuckling.
Crabbe pulled his wand again and cast the spell that brought out ropes, tying Harry's hands and feet in a standing position to the pillar. Once Harry was secured, he released the Body-Bind.
Harry immediately pushed with all his might against the ropes. "Let me out of this!" he shouted to Lucius rather than Crabbe and Goyle. "Let me out of this, now!"
All of the Death Eaters seem to find Harry's words amusing. "You are here at my pleasure, Potter," Lucius said, walking over and running the head of his cane down Harry's body, his smile cruel.
"No," Draco said more forcefully this time, able to breathe again. He knew better than to struggle against the magical restraints. Instead, he tried to relax his body so they pulled less tightly.
Harry's breath sped up at the sound of Draco's voice and he spat at Lucius. "You fucking disgusting bastard," he said, glaring.
The cane movement was swift, landing in the centre of Harry's belly, pain blossoming as his breath knocked out with the impact.
Harry grunted, squeezed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth. He gasped for breath and went limp against the ropes for a second.
Goyle laughed from somewhere near him.
"I am the Master of this house," Lucius explained. "You will not speak to me like that."
"Father," Draco said, his face turned toward the others. "Let him go, please," he begged. He knew it was futile, but couldn't think of anything else.
Harry's eyes opened again and he tried to look at Draco from where he was. "No," he gasped, and he turned back to Lucius. "You will do this to your own son?" he asked, his voice pleading now.
"That is the point," Lucius said. "He is my son. I made him. And I choose what becomes of him." He fingered the head of the cane as he did. "He knew the consequences of defying me."
"Let him go," Harry pleaded. "Disown him, that way he won't be your son anymore. Just let him go, please. I'll do anything." Harry was trying to think of a way to get out of this, but his mind was coming up blank. He could think of no way to release the ropes.
"You really don't understand, do you?" Lucius tsked. Macnair snorted. "He is the blood of my blood, the flesh of my flesh, and there is only one way to end that connection."
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest at Lucius's words. "Don't touch him," he said, angry again. "Don't you dare."
"I could let him live," Lucius said, leaning closer with one eyebrow raised, his cane laying against Harry's chest. "But that is up to you. Did you say anything?"
"No, don't listen to him, Harry!" Draco yelled. Lucius shot a look over at his son, and gestured to Macnair. The dark man laughed and flicked his wand. Draco screamed again, his body writhing on the altar.
"NO!" Harry screamed, Draco's own screams surrounding him and ringing in his ears. "No, please, no. Anything, yes, I'll do anything." If he agreed to do what Lucius wanted, perhaps it would provide them with some means of escape.
Lucius smiled, seemingly unaffected by his son's screams, but pleased with Harry's reaction. He gestured again and Macnair released the curse. Draco slumped back, panting and sobbing.
"Give me back what belongs to me," Lucius said. "Give me back my son."
Harry stared, panting, at Lucius Malfoy, his mind racing. What was he to say? He couldn't agree to that. Draco would suffer with Lucius. Harry wanted him away from his father forever. "He never belonged to you," he said angrily.
The cane struck his solar-plexus this time, expelling the breath from Harry and sending blinding pain coursing through his chest. He cried out, his muscles tensing as he clenched his teeth again. "You ... fucking ... coward," he panted when he could speak again. "You ... can hit me tied to this ... pillar, but not in a ... fair battle. You can try to ... control your son but can't take it when ... he slips from your grasp. You sicken me. Scum like you shouldn't be allowed to live."
Crabbe scowled, taking a step toward Harry, but Macnair held a hand up, waiting for Lucius.
Lucius laughed. He stepped back and nodded to Macnair, who grinned and cast Cruciatus on Harry this time.
White-hot pain pierced every inch of Harry's body, blinding and deafening him with it's intensity. He screamed and writhed, still held tightly by the ropes. He found himself wishing he would die, the pain was so excruciating.
As soon as Harry started screaming, so did Draco. Intrigued, Lucius walked over to his son and looked between the two. At a signal, Macnair released the spell again and both young men stopped screaming. Draco caught his breath quicker though. "Please, Father, please let him go," he begged, sincere in his fear and his need. "Kill me any way you like, but let him go."
Harry still could hardly breathe as he listened to Draco's words. "No," he gasped weakly. "No, don't ... touch him."
Lucius stood looking at his son. The stomach wound had reopened and blood trickled over that smooth, white skin to drip on the white marble of the altar.
"Anything," Draco repeated, his eyes pleading with his father.
Lucius turned with wand drawn, pointing at Harry. "Silencio," he said, and turned back to his son.
Harry tried to shout, but nothing came out. "No!" he tried to yell. He struggled against the ropes to no avail.
"Shut up, you," Goyle said stupidly, and laughed.
Lucius looked down fondly at his only child. He reached a hand out and smoothed damp hair from the young man's face. "Would you do whatever I asked, my beautiful boy?" he purred.
Draco shuddered, looking at his father. "I would do whatever is in my power if you release him," he said quietly, looking his father directly in the eyes.
"Don't touch him!" Harry screamed silently, his eyes filling with tears again. He shook and gasped, unable to do anything. "No, please!"
Goyle laughed at him again.
Lucius smiled, leaning in to kiss his son, his hand cupping the man's face.
Draco's heart was racing and he could feel Harry watching them, but he opened his mouth to the kiss, allowing his father the response he wanted.
His son's kisses were always the sweetest, Lucius thought as he sucked on the younger man's tongue. He lingered, having missed this. Then he pulled back and smiled at his son. "You know you are not bargaining for your release, only his," he said.
"I know ... Father," Draco answered quietly.