Scorpius’s Torment and the Man Who Killed His Fath

Scorpius’s Torment and the Man Who Killed His Father

He ran as fast as his legs could take him. His blonde hair blown backwards from the roaring wind. He held his wand tightly in his right hand, trying as hard as he can not to drop it. Without his wand, he was nothing, just a normal boy.  He kept running. Almost there, he thought. Don’t stop now. He took a quick glance behind him but couldn’t make up anything. He turned right through the gloomy narrow ally. He could hear the footsteps behind him get nearer. NO! He felt someone grabbing his collar and found himself being pulled back. He was thrown to the ground, his eyes shut as he felt pain. He opened them again to find the scary-looking man standing right in front of him.

“Scorpius, is it?” asked the man as he took the boy’s wand away from him. “Your father would be very disappointed in you.”

Scorpius’s eyes were full of hatred.

“How did he die again? Oh, of course. What a terrible memory I have,” he said sarcastically. “I killed him. Well, not by my own hands of course, but I was behind it all. You see, Scorpius, your father was a very bad man. He tried to kill me when all I did was try to save his life. A real bastard, isn’t he?”

“SHUT UP!” Scorpius Malfoy shouted, but the man only laughed more and more.

“Take him away,” the man demanded and two of his men took Scorpius away.

“Where are you taking me?!” screamed Scorpius.

They dragged him out of the ally all the way to a small but creepy house nearby. They entered the house and threw Scorpius inside a dark room. He could smell the stink of sewage and could hear the sound of rats scattering about.

The men followed in, both with wands in their hands.

“Sectumsempra!” one of them shouted.

Scorpius screamed in agony from the slashes on his chest, falling to the floor. Blood was everywhere.

The other man grabbed the boy, threw him on a chair and tied him up.

The other pointed his wand at Scorpius once more. “Crucio!”

It was much more painful than the other spell, and Scorpius could feel all kinds of pain in the world. He cried harder than ever.

They stripped him naked and one of them gripped his testicles so hard, as Scorpius shrieked in distress.

The man cast a spell that transformed the tip of his wand into a bright flaming piece of metal.  He moved it closer to Scorpius and pierced his forehead with it. He kept stabbed him several time all around his body.

The other man got out a kitchen knife and sliced the boy’s penis off, then his balls, his fingers and his toes.

It was too much for Scorpius to bear. He blacked out.

“Is he dead?” one of the men asked the other.

 The man checked Scorpius’s pulse, looked back at the other and nodded.

The door flung open and their boss entered.

“Oh, so you’ve killed him?” he asked arrogantly.

“It was an accident.”

“Oh well. Wasn’t much use to me anyway.”

“May I ask, sir, who was he?” asked one of his men.

“Only the son of my worst enemy. Before I killed him, I promised to destroy everything he loved so, here we are.” He walked away, aiming for the door.

“Mr. Weasley?” the man called his leader.

Ronald Weasley turned to the man. “Yes?”

“What should we do with the body?”

“Send a package to his mother.” He smirked and left.