Veritas Vos Liberabit [Drarry Fanfiction]

A Door With Two Serpents

The world around him whirled with lights and faces of people and glimpses of places. Usually when one was to take the Memory Restoring Elixir they would need to calm their mind and meditate before taking it. Otherwise, there were cases of people losing their minds from the sheer overexertion.

Draco shut his eyes firmly and concentrated on keeping himself sane. He couldn't easily let go like before. He could smell bile from the vomit on the floor and the iron scent of his blood, he could feel the rough concrete floor underneath his cheek and the cold draft that seeped through from outside. He could hear rasp voices of Death Eaters above him, the rustle of the robes the scrape of their boots. The blonde imagined the piano keys, he concentrated and soon the same melody was filling his mind, taking his senses away and making him go down inside himself.

Elise Baelish... Auror Baelish... concentrate... Elise...

He woke up in the simple square room with two chairs and one desk, there were two mugs of tea and a pack of simple Digestive biscuits between him and the young woman in crimson uniform. She looked absolutely exhausted, her almond-shaped eyes bloodshot and tired, her smart half-bob haircut roughly tucked behind two ears, her fingers fidgeting with the wand.

"Rise and shine, Draco," she smirked. "I have been trying for hours... you must have repressed that memory, but I need to know about Fenrir Greyback nevertheless."c
Elise. It was her, interrogating him. That must have been a memory that she erased from him, the one where he managed to break her guards and look into her mind.

"Did he torture you? I've seen plenty of Death Eaters throwing Cruciatus at you before but you didn't flinch... What has he done? You need to tell me and the bastard will pay. I'll make sure of it!" she was adamant to keep questioning him.

"No!" he heard himself say.

"Did he try to rape you? Force you to do something? Did he kill someone dear for you? Come on, sweetheart, work with me here," Elise continued. She stood up and started pacing along the interrogation chamber.

"When I was in the States I used to work with abuse victims, fish out the things their mind hid away deeply under the wall of amnesia just to catch the perpetrator. Believe when I say it, I have seen it all. You will not surprise me, Draco!"

"No! No, please, don't make me..." he felt tears rolling down his face.

"Well, to be honest I am done with you... you are the worst fucking witness, Malfoy." Baelish cursed. It was rare to see her lose her cool like that.

His mind did not suppress that memory, he made himself forget. That happened with somebody else, not him. He closed his eyes and flashes of feathers, bloodied robes, and torn guts on the floor assaulted his brain.

Greyback killed him, Jaques, he tore him to pieces after he walked in on them snogging in the owlery. And then he made Draco crawl on his knees towards him. He clearly remembered the smell of the beast before him when the werewolf grabbed his face and pushed it dangerously close to his crotch. He was aroused from ripping into the boy, his poor French cousin.

Aunt Bella was just on time to stop the inevitable, she roughly dragged Draco to his feet, and told him to get out, called him a good for nothing poof who cannot fend for himself. The parents were told that there had been an accident while hunting... It was summer before he received the Dark Mark...

"Greyback was one of the people, who brought Potter in," Elise commented on the things she had seen, "You were afraid for his life since you've seen what happened to that other boy... Jaques?"

"How dare you speak his name!" Draco yelled, "You bitch! You have no right..."

An image of his cousin with his throat ripped open, his beautiful blue eyes wide and still, changed to the image of Harry with the same wounds.