Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 20 ~ Traitor.

Harry's POV ~

He followed him through what felt like an endless maze of corridors, one that twisted and turned with every step he took, and yet Harry knew this place. He had navigated it so many times and yet even helped build it. He did not know where they were going though. It was unchartered territory. He felt fear course through him. If Draco was very he wouldn't be okay, Harry didn't know much but he knew that much.

Eventually, they came to a single room. All those corridors for one damn room? Willings disappeared inside and Harry barely managed to make it through before the door slammed in his face. He couldn't risk having to open it. Who knew what Willings would do if he saw him.

Harry stared and stared at the wall Willings was also staring at. It was something of a shrine. Pictures of Voldemort adorned the walls, along with pictures of Harry crossed out. He saw one of himself and Draco with Draco's face outlined in a heart and Harry's cut out. A chill ran up his spine when he saw what was in the middle of the wall.

An ornate, silver mask, twisting with thorny vines, their eyes black holes, sucking in Harry's soul. He felt pule fear course through him and then he saw Willings smile. He held out his hand and placed the mask on his own face, covering it completely. He then walked over to a chest and took a pair of perfect midnight black robes out before slipping them on. 

Harry caught a glimpse of Willings's forearm and saw it adorned with the dark mark. Harry shook his head, shocked, All of the dark marks had disappeared when Voldemort had been killed, how did Willings still have one? the only answer would be that he knew the spell.

Before Harry could fully register what was happening Willings disappeared through another door and Harry had to sprint to follow him through. 

The hallway they went into was dark and dingy, the air extremely heavy and damp. He shuddered. It reminded him of his cupboard. Willings was half running and he had to jog quite quickly to catch up.

They came to a dungeon door and Willings turned the key in it and walked confidently in. Harry skulked behind him, sensing there was something very wrong with this room before him.

He was shocked and horrified at what he saw and it took everything in him not to scream and so felt tears welling up in his eyes. Before his eyes laid on Draco Malfoy, bloody and beaten. Not moving except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. 

"Oh, Draco!" He heard Willings sing. "Have you changed your mind my darling? Are you ready to join me in my quest for world domination?" Harry's attention was immediately drawn to Draco moving ever so slightly. "Never. Never will I join you. I'm in love with someone else."

"Oh dragon, when will you realise? Harry Potter is not coming. He hasn't even asked about you! He's so so happy that you're finally gone, my dear! He and Ginerva Weasley have finally gotten back together and she's expecting his baby. They'll be the perfect family without you."

He saw Draco's eyes moisten with tears, then the tears falling to mix with blood. "Lies." He heard Draco whisper. "You are a liar. He would never go back to her. He doesn't love her. You are a liar."

"Draco, Draco, you were just a plaything don't you understand? Some mild entertainment before the main event. Ginny." 

A sob wracked Draco's body and Harry's heart broke. "Petrificus Totalus!" He shouted at Willings who suddenly seized and fell to the floor. "Wingardium Leviosa." He flicked his wand at him on the floor and he lifted it into the air.

He fell to his knees by Draco's head. "Oh, Draco. Are you okay?"

"Fine, now you're here."

Harry rounded on the boy in the air. He released him slightly so he could talk.

"Why?"

"Draco, he was supposed to be mine! My father promised me, so I have to bring him back to make my rightful claim."

"Huh? Your father? But I don't know any Willings?"

"No, you degenerate! My last name is Lestrange. My mother was Bellatrix and my father was the all-powerful Lord Voldemort." He cackled and Harry shrunk back in disgust.

"Right. I think we'll leave you here and let the Aurors take care of you." He stooped down and picked Draco up off the floor before running down all the corridors and finding the lift. They stumbled in and Harry held Draco close.

"I love you, Harry Potter."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy."

Word Count: 836

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