Harry Potter Evil AU

The midnight Uno Game

Draco was clad in Chen's old uniform. It was a skirt and a tie because it was all Chen had left. He was feeling like a sinched little femboy twink but that didn't matter to him since anything can be accomplished in any type of clothing. The uniform smelled like puberty and sadness, and it reminded Draco of his time in Askeban.
He had spent the past 5 years of his life there after getting sent for Cruciofying a kid for spreading the rumor that he whipped his dick out on the dining table during Uno club. The kid in question was really Nevil CantKeepHisBottomsOn. But Draco had won the game, so the spotlight was on him, and maliciously confused individuals twisted the storyline. One confused offhand comment caused the rumor that ended up turning on Draco to spread like wildfire. And Draco just couldn't stand that. How did they think it was Draco, not a kid whose last name was CantKeepHisBottomsOn?
The bullying got worse and worse as the rumors spread, like a pervading disease of hemorrhoids. Kids started sending Ziploc bags full of jizz to the Slytherin common room, and anyone who wasn't lobotomized (a shockingly small population at Hogwarts) could tell that it was due to "the incident." Draco became singled out. He still vividly remembered the day he marched down the dining hall, thinking of the song pumped up kicks, whipped it out, and showed the dreaded kids a real wand.
He had no regrets. Only resentment towards the fucked up castle that dare imprison him for standing up for himself. The kid in question was Pansy Parkinson.
"Come on draco! Gonna whip out your dick on us? Quit making that face!" Their voices still echoed in his mind like a schitzophreniac. How dare one be miserable at Hogwarts.
One last comment set him over the edge. He couldn't take it anymore. He was on the fence about taking his wand out, but he saw no other option. He stood up on the table as if possessed by the ghost of a cat and begun stepping over people's food wildly trying to reach pansy, sitting at the very end of the long ass fucking table seriously why is it so fuckign gigantic. No one who didn't have their whole life affected by her would have noticed her, but to Christ, the devil can always be seen, even from heaven to hell. Little stalker
As he stepped over carelessly, he kicked over candles purposely, nearly setting kid's uniforms on fire, creating panic to the kids that didn't have arson fetishes. Some laughed at the sudden behavior, while others were confused and perplexed. They didn't seem confused or perplexed believing the rumors that ruined his life, though.
He stepped on the plates of chicken, even stomping on a whole ass turkey as he made his trek across the table, meat juices squirting into unfortunate folk's eyes and mouths.
He began running as he got closer and the commotion got worse. He began smiling thinking about the things he'd do to pansy and started laughing like a disgusting rodent finding cheese. He got closer and closer to seeing her awful face. It was like he wasn't even thinking and he slipped and fell as he got close before he could hurt her. Her disgusting group of friends grabbed at him to pull him away and off the table, and in the commotion he pulled out his wand knowing he couldn't reach her physically.
"Crucio!!!!!!!" He yelled with undeniably colonizing British twang.
Pansy started twitching and writing and foaming at the mouth like a glitched Gmod ragdoll. Draco found this funny, so he started laughing HAHAHEHEHERHHEEHHE. The friends dragging him let go because his deep British accent made their ears start bleeding like a cascading waterfall of eardrum sufferage. They shielded their eyes also because seeing someone (Draco) so fucking hideous begin to smile made their eyes temporarily melt. He ran forward to the twitching pansy and began biting and ripping out chunks of her hair like a feral animal. One like that you could infer would do well in prison, and so he did. In askeban, where he was sent. All commotion was met with silence when kids heard Professor Mcgonnagle wander down the hall to see the commotion, presumably searching for more crack to overdose on. She had promptly seen the situation and apprehended Draco but by then he was tired of fighting. The damage had been done. Pansy would be bald for the rest of her life. He accepted his arrest and decided when he had adreanaline again he would lash out. Mcgonnagle said, "you were lucky dumbledore wasn't the one who found you" as she dragged him to the wizard jail.
For the next 5 years of his life, he would instead wonder why the Hogwarts system was cruel to banish hopelessly mentally struggling bullied British (being British is a disorder) teens for simply lashing out. It was not like pansy died. He didn't even attack anyone else! But he was punished for being a sigma male guyboss.
In Askeban there was no healthcare. There was no dentists, there was no tooth fairy, and there was no Queen of England. You could only write letters. He remembered once writing a few letters to Harry Potface but Harry had either never received them or the mail took long to arrive. He'd write letters full of slurs to kids to create a stir but he'd found better things to do such as beating up his inmates for trying to rape him.
All this he thought about in the span of 3 seconds as he put on his shoes to head out in his sinched twink tie and skirt that delusional tiktok freaks shift realities to see.
"You ready?" Chen asked.
"Yeeeeeeeees" he gave a deep sinister British grovelly reply. "Let's roll"
"Any idea on where we're going?" Chen asked, still reluctant to trust the prison escapee. Generally it is good to distrust convicted criminals.
"Oh I know where to go." He smirked evilly. (Great description by the way, Terrible Writing Advice told me to describe villains like that.)
They begun walking down during the cold night. As the clock struck midnight the Big Ben Clock Tower went ERRRRRRNNNN. ERRRRRRNNNNNN.
Draco made his way to the old uno club room. All secret meetings there always started at midnight.