Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 30

Trigger warning for a small amount of self-harm, drinking, and abuse.

Draco's POV:

He could feel the room darken as the Dark Lord entered. He stared down at the dark wood of the table.

"Hello, sister." His aunt's voice came in.

"Good afternoon, Bellatrix." His mother said back.

"Where's my new death eater?" says the hauntingly familar voice from across the room.

"Here, my lord." His father says, grabbing Draco's arm firmly, nearly digging his nails into Draco's skin and pulling him up from the chair. "Look up," His father demanded in a whisper. He does as he is told, only to be rewarded with a sense of fear.

The Dark Lord was very close to him, stepping closer every minute. He pressed his lips together at an attempt to keep them from shaking.

"Draco, my dear Draco." says the Dark Lord in the same quiet voice that makes you shiver. "Have you been working on my assignment for you?"

"Yes, m-ma-my lord." He stuttered. He could feel his father's deadly glare aimed at him from behind.

"Are you lying to me?" He asks, bringing his face closer to Draco's, staring him straight in the eyes. Draco noticed his pupils weren't circular but rather skinny and vertical and his eyes were a deep red. He brought his claw like fingers up to Draco's face. "There will be consequences for lying, you know. Big consequences." His sharp fingernails scratched Draco's face, leaving a small sting.

"No, my lord. I promise. I will get it done as soon as possible." Draco says quickly, proud at his lack of stuttering this time.

"Very well." He responds, pulling away from Draco and walking past him. "Severus will be here soon, I assume?"

"Yes, my lord." His father says behind him. "He should be here any minute."

"Good." Draco glances down and notices a large snake slithering across the floor towards the Dark Lord as he moves around the room as if he was floating. To his loyal followers it would look beautiful, but to Draco it was something that would haunt him until he dropped into his grave.

As if on cue, his potions Professor stepped into the room. For once he was glad to see him. Something about his presence at this moment made the situation seem much less terrifying.

"Severus." The Dark Lord says in a whisper-like voice while still managing to have his voice echo around the room. "Did you get me my information?"

"Yes, my lord." Snape replies, swiftly making his way towards the Dark Lord. They whisper to each other then exit the room alone.

His father then grabs his arm tightly and pulls him out of the other door. He pulls him upstairs and into his room, slamming the door behind them and throwing Draco onto his bed.

"You dare to lie to him?!" He whispers, "If he finds out you've lied me and your mother can die! Do you understand the danger you've put us in you idiot!"

"I'm sorry. I was... I was just..." He trails off.

"What? You were what, Draco?! Afraid?! You know how ridiculous you sound?! How weak you sound?! You didn't even try to control how you spoke! You embarrassed me and your mother. How dare you?!" He whispers.

"I'm so-" He is cut off by a sharp collision of his shoulder to his father's cane. His eyes began to burn and his vision got blurry. He tried to stop it, but it just hurt so much. He felt tears flowing down his face and felt as if he was naked.