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Draco winced in pain as he was shoved to the hard floor of the cell. His head slammed against the cement, giving him an instant headache. He could hear multiple footsteps coming toward him. He wasn't ready for what was to come in these next 5 months.
"PLEASE!" He heard his mother cry from the entrance of the building, "HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! HE'S JUST A BOY! HE'S ONLY 17! DON'T HURT MY SON!" She screamed but the guards were shoving her away. Draco couldn't bare listening to his mother scream and cry as she had to watch him get tortured. He felt the bottom of a shoe press his head roughly against the floor. He could feel every whipping he was getting, every kick, every punch, so deeply in his body that he thought he was going to die. One of the men had kicked him so hard in the stomach that Draco was positive he'd broken at least 2 ribs, "LET MY BABY GO!" Narcissa cried but they didn't let up and they definitely weren't going to anytime soon.
"You are just like your father." A voice growled from above him as he felt a hard punch to the face.
Ouch, Draco thought to himself.
Narcissa was repulsed by the man's words, "HE IS NOTHING LIKE HIS FATHER! LET HIM GO!"
"Get that bitch out of here!" He'd finally had enough of the mother's desperate cries to help her son.
"Don't speak about my mother like that-" Draco was cut off by another kick to the ribs.
"You have no right to speak." The man stammered.
One final kick to the head and Draco's ears were ringing and his vision began to blur. He woke up hours later still on the ground. He was covered in his own blood. The immense pain pulsed through him like he'd never felt before. He truly wanted to die. This was insufferable. He thought about how his father was probably just chained to the wall in Azkaban, not suffering nearly as much as he was.
"Doesn't he look fucking pathetic?" A voice said from behind the bars of his cell. Draco could only listen silently as the men taunted him.
"Pussy. He's a death eater but he can't take a few punches?" Another laughed.
"We might as well kill him while he's in here." A third voice added. And frankly, Draco was in favor of that idea.
"No, that's what he wants. You didn't already see the cuts on his fucking wrists? He's clearly already tried to kill himself, why would we do him any favors?"
"Oh yeah, you're right."
And for five months, this is what Draco did. He lied on the cold, hard floor of his cell. Always covered in his own blood. Always longing for one of them to kick him too hard in the head, enough to give him a brain aneurysm so he could finally be put out of his misery. But yet, his body persisted and he continued to suffer.
"I'm gonna miss beating the absolute fuck out of you, blondie." The man kneeled in front of him with a smirk of pure evil on his face, "Aren't you gonna miss me?"
Draco spat in his face, "Fuck no. Where's my mother?"
"She never showed." The man laughed as he picked Draco up and roughly shoved him out of the cell door, "There's the fucking floor." He pointed at the fireplace in the main room, "Get the fuck out before I kill you."
Draco limped toward the fireplace and flooed home, collapsing on the Manor floor one he'd arrived. He looked around for his mother but she was nowhere to be found. He slowly stood up and headed to her bedroom where the door was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he felt his entire world fall apart when he walked in. His mother was hanging from the ceiling, a noose tied tightly around her neck. She was bright purple as she hung there, her body lifeless. Draco quickly released her from the rope and tried giving her CPR through tears but he was unsuccessful. He held his mother's lifeless body in his arms and cried for hours until help arrived to take her body away. Draco didn't sleep that night. Or really any night after that. His insomnia worsened after finding his mother's body. And even when he tried to sleep, the words on his mother's suicide note rang throughout his brain;
To my beloved Draco,
I'm so sorry you had to find me like this, my sweet darling. This isn't how I wanted things to end for us, for our family. I wanted to start over with you in France. We could've forgotten about everything in the past and started completely fresh. But this was inevitable. Your father hired assassins from Azkaban to kill me because I received probation as punishment and he's going to die in prison. I've been feeling suicidal anyways. I found it easier to take my own life than wait for someone else to take it. And I can't apologize enough for everything me and your father put you through your entire life, and for what I'm about to put you through. You're my angel, Draco. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I didn't mean to put you through so much. I can't imagine what you're thinking while reading this. I don't even want to begin to think about how you felt when you found me. But what's done is done, my dragon. And I am so so so sorry for everything. But promise me one thing, Draco. Promise me you'll keep going. Don't continue what your father started. Be your own person, like you always wanted to be. I remember when you were little and your father would tell you to do something and you told him no because you wanted to be Draco and not Lucius. I've always seen that little spark in you, sweetheart. You were never cold. You were never evil. And I know at one point you wanted to be, but you never were. And you never will be. But that's a good thing, especially now that the Dark Lord is gone and so is your father. You're finally free, Draco. I love you more than words can ever express. Start over. Be the person you always wanted to be.
With the absolute most love,
Mother
To say Draco struggled after his mother's death would be an understatement. He woke up every morning and made his mother's favorite breakfast but never ate it. He just stared blankly at the table. Receiving his Hogwart's acceptance letter for his 8th year felt unbelievable. And as much as Draco would've rathered stay in the Manor until he starved to death, he knew he couldn't.
