A Maid in the Devil's Manor

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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WARNING: This chapter has non-consensual M/M sex.


Chapter 49 ~ Arriving at Azkaban

The two Aurors and Lucius reappeared in a small, gray room. Two rather shifty looking guards sat at a wooden desk and looked up at the Aurors and their new inmate.

“Lucius Malfoy. Cast an Unforgivable. Seven years. Single cell,” the Auror on Lucius’ left said to the guards.

One guard stood up and with his wand replaced the ropes on Lucius legs and arms with shackles. The Aurors stepped away from him.

“He’s all yours,” the other Auror said. Both touched the ball port key. In an instant, they were gone.

One guard got up, walked from behind the desk and walked around Lucius.

“Malfoy, eh?” he said to the blonde wizard.

“That’s Lord Malfoy,” Lucius spat at him.

The guard raised his eyebrows.

“’Lord’ Malfoy, is it? Hey Tray, looks like we got ourselves an aristocrat here. ‘Lord’ Malfoy,” the guard said with an ugly smirk.

Tray looked up from the desk.

“Ain’t no fucking lords in Azkaban. Only criminals,” he said shortly, looking back down at the paperwork he was filling out.

Not being used to being dismissed so easily, especially by such obviously lowborn wizards, Malfoy swelled up indignantly.

“I am a Lord, and insist on being treated like one, you insignificant peasants!” he snarled.

The guard at the table looked up at Lucius, then at his partner.

“The “Lord” here wants special treatment, Fred,” he said to the other guard, who smiled rather lewdly.

Fred looked at Lucius. He had never liked aristocracy. Always looking down their snooty noses at good, hard-working types and throwing their money around.

“I think we can arrange that for him, Tray,” Fred said consideringly, “There’s no single cells ready yet. We can put him in with Bawdin for tonight.”

“Bawdin? Gods, you can’t be serious Fred. Bawdin hasn’t had a … cellmate for years. You know…” Tray said, his brown eyes large.

Fred cut him off.

“No I think Bawdin’s just right for this guy. You was a deatheater wasn’t you?” Fred said to Lucius.

“How dare you! I was under the Imperio curse when I served under Voldemort,” Lucius snapped. Fred looked at him, seeing right through the wizard’s lie. He was an Azkaban guard. He heard how Lucius slipped by pretending to be under Voldemort’s power via other deatheaters less fortunate.

“Sure you was,” Fred said frowning. He had lost a child to deatheaters, a little girl…in a most horrible manner. He caught Lucius by the arm.

“Come on,” he said.

Lucius pulled away from him, and Fred stuck his wand against his ribs, shocking the wizard. Lucius shuddered, his teeth chattering together as the current ran through him. He slumped and Fred took the wand away.

“Now you come along, ‘Lord’ Malfoy,” Fred said, helping the wizard stand up straight.

“You’ll pay for that you fucking piece of dragon dung,” Lucius said weakly, shuffling along with Fred as he opened the door and turned down a corridor.

They walked past an endless amount of warded wooden doors, with small windows. Prisoners pressed up against them, silently watching the passing wizards. They walked a distance, turning down several more corridors. The cells became barred, and the corridors more dank and dark.

Finally, Fred stopped in front of a darkened cell.

“Bawdin, you stay where you are,” Fred said warningly. Then he looked at Lucius evilly and said as he opened the door and pushed him in, “Got a present for you. A cellmate.”

Fred pointed his wand at Lucius and his shackles disappeared. The wizard rubbed his wrists and turned to survey his new surroundings. There was a dirty toilet, a filthy sink and bunk beds. In the bottom bunk was a huge mound that shifted and turned over. Lucius’ eyes grew wide as the man swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, slouching so his head wouldn’t hit the top bunk. The prisoner stood up. He was huge. Extremely huge.

Bawdin had been in Azkaban for fourteen years now, and hadn’t had a cellmate in eight. There was a good reason for that. The bald, six-foot eight, three hundred and sixty five pound wizard looked down on Malfoy.

“You got nice long blonde hair,” he said in a slow, deep voice as his eyes raked over the smaller wizard. “I like blondes.”

Lucius looked at the huge wizard in horror.

Bawdin’s watery green eyes settled on Lucius’ handsome features. “You’re pretty too,” he said, reaching out a hand to touch the wizard’s face. Lucius jerked his head back.

“Oh, that’s not going to do. You have to be nicer than that,” Bawdin said, advancing on the wizard.

“You…you…stay away from me, you big oaf!” Lucius said, backing against the bars and putting up his hands as if to fight.

Bawdin stopped and considered the wizard.

“You called me an oaf? That’s no good. You need an attitude adjustment,” the big wizard said, and swung at Lucius, crashing through his defense and knocking him into the wall, causing his head to spin.

Lucius was aware of being dragged from the corner, before being hit again, this time a crushing blow to his stomach that made him wretch and double over, falling to his knees. He was pulled up by his hair, and dragged over to the toilet.

“Grab the seat with both hands,” Bawdin said, bending Lucius down.

“I will not!” Lucius cried struggling to stand, only to get a crashing blow to the right side of his head that slammed him into the wall again. His head pounding he was dragged back to the toilet.

“Now you grab that fucking seat, pretty boy or I’ll break your ribs next,” Bawdin growled.

Lucius, his mouth full of blood, held on to the seat, bent over. He felt Bawdin tugging at his pants. He twisted away and received a crushing blow to his ribs. He heard them crack and crumpled. A brawny arm lifted him by the waist and Bawdin said, “They’re only cracked…next time I break them and one will probably puncture something. You want to die in here? Fight back again. Now grab the bowl.”

In intense pain, Lucius obediently bent over the bowl and felt Bawdin jerk his pants down, muttering to himself. Then the big man moved against him, and Lucius’ eyes widened…

“Such pretty long hair,” Bawdin breathed, wrapping Lucius' hair around his fist.

Fred and Tray heard Lucius’ ragged screams of pain even from their office. The guards listened, idly tossing cards down until the screams died away.

“Looks like ‘Lord’ Malfoy got his special treatment,” Fred said, collecting his winning hand.

“Going to leave him there the whole night?” Tray asked him, shuffling the cards again.

“Thinking ‘bout leaving him there the whole week,” Fred answered, “He should’ve been here eight years ago, the filthy, lying child-killing bastard. He’s getting what he deserves. Let him make up his time.”

The two guards continued playing cards as Lucius began to scream again.

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A/N: Well, hope that satisfies everyone who wanted to see Lucius ‘get it in the end’. Hahaha :::Snort::: Please review.