The capture of a broken boy//DRARRY//

Scars? What scars?

Warning:⚠️ mention of Self harm and suicidal thoughts and actions ⚠️ sorry for the long chapter
Harry's POV:
The next day the same 4 insane death-eaters sauntered into the dark room looking ready to negotiate, well all except Bellatrix who looked exited for the fact she would most likely get the chance to torture someone. Lucius walked up in front of my wood chair and crossed his hands. "Well? Have you made a decision?" He asked coldly.

I looked up at his stone face and imagined what it would be like to slam it into a wall and watch the blood drip down as his lifeless eyes- what the hell is wrong with me?!?

I shake my head to clear the thought and try to remain calm as I respond. "Yes, we did."

Lucius corked his brow as if asking "and?" And shifted on his feet waiting for our answer. "Yes." I said "yes we will retrieve the wand"
He tisked and said "you mean THEY will? You are to stay here. We can't have the savior running amok can we?"

I took a breath to calm myself down before answering him. He was just so bloody irritating it's hard not to imagine his head on a stick though his long ass hair might get in the way.

I shook my head and put on a threatening smile "yes I suppose. I mean if I got out Merlin knows what trouble that would cause for YOU" the older Malfoy stared at me for what felt like eternity. His gaze burning a hole into my eyes and his smirk was nothing short of maddening.

"Well yes mister potter, I guess that's why we'll have to keep an extra close eye on you" Lucius tested. Asshole I thought. I can't be arguing with him already, Merlin knows how long I'll be here. I took my eyes off him in surrender and Bellatrix spoke up. "Well, let's get on with it already!"
Her manic voice ran around the small room and erupted in my ears, she was like a fire cracker, can go off at any moment all you have to do is lit the flame.

I believe know one could be as mad as Bellatrix. She's the definition of 'death eater' and a loyal one at that. She's the reason Sirius is dead, she's the reason we're in this mess, she's the reasons we may die, and she's going to be the reason for her own death.

Needless to say I should have killed her that night in the ministry, hell I should kill her as soon as I get out of these damn chains, but I won't. If there's one thing Dumbledore taught me it's that there's a time to act and a time to plan. This was the time to plan.

Lucius cast a binding curse on Ron and Hermione and unchained them from the chairs. Bellatrix levitated Hermione out of the room while Snape levitated Ron. They were carried out of the room into the cramped candle lit hallway.

The two Malfoy's stood in the small room staring at me blindly. "Well potter, it seems as though it's just you and us." Lucius said as Malfoy shifted from foot to foot looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"I suppose it is. So what's next? Torture, interrogation, death?" I ask

"Well potter it seems that decision is not up to me, and even if it was, I'm not the one who will be inflicting it." Lucius says with a wicked grin.
"Draco and Bellatrix will be the ones who.... Take care of you."

SHIT

As if reading my thoughts Lucius' smirk grows wider. There's not a thing I can do, not a damn thing. I have to sit here like a fucking puppet waiting for them to move the strings.

I glared at Lucius and with a hatred like no other, well beside the one for old voldy and bellatrix. he smirked at my reaction his dark grey eyes flashing in triumph as I backed down. I watched as the death eaters left the small dungeon taking Ron and Hermione with them. The little light that illuminated the small musky room that the open door provided was gone as Malfoy slammed it shut behind him.