The Inevitable

Chapter 25 - Torture

Draco's POV

The sky looked bleak today. It's not much of a difference to how it usually is. I spent most of my time walking through the manor trying to cling to the vision I had in my mind. The manor was so dark...I just wanted to see the one I saw in the future. I wanted the home I saw. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I let my mind wander to the first morning we spent in the future. The kitchen island...

"You must occlude darling." I turned wide eyed to my mother feeling that deja vu feeling creeping in.

"What did you just say?" I asked moving away from the window I had been looking out of.

"You need to occlude Draco. I know you miss her greatly, but now is not the time to slip," she said placing her cold hand on my face. My mother had gotten frail over the past few months.

"No," I whispered running to the banister where I can see down into the drawing room. Please whatever god is listening don't let this be happening. I stood stock still watching the doors.

"Draco, come down here!" No. No, no, no. My aunt was cackling leading snatchers dragging four people into the room. No...gods no....

There she stood between Theo and Weasley. Potters face looked exactly how it had in the memory. She knew it was coming. She sent the jinx toward his face. Her eyes locked with mine. I slammed down my walls blocking any thoughts from seeping out to anyone who might be trying to take a peak. She was covered in dirt. Greybacks grip on her was tighter than a vice. My footsteps were muffled to my ears as I descended the stairs. I had wanted to avoid this moment at all costs. Now that we were here, standing in the present, I wasn't sure I could handle it.

"Come take a look! We must be sure this is Potter before we summon the dark lord." The exact words came from Bellatrix's mouth. Hermione gave a slight shake of her head. Such a small movement, but one I had caught. I put my mask on walking toward the group.

"It's obviously him Bella. The mudblood is among this group. This is the exact group of four we have been searching for," my father hissed. He looked worse than anyone. Alcohol had become his friend during this time.

"Draco, tell us," she hissed pushing me to the group. Theo had a cut on his cheek. Weasley was bound with ropes. I looked at Potters face. I needed time. I need time to figure out what to do.

"What happened to his face?" I asked hoping my face looked disgusted.

"Hm, I'm not sure. Let me see their wands, I'll see what spell they casted last." Bella took their wands beginning her investigation. It was short lived once she caught sight of the sword hanging on one of the snatchers hips. Theo took the chaos as his chance elbowing the snatcher holding him. As Bella attacked the snatchers, Theo tried his best to free the others. I stepped back grabbing the wands in my hand from where they had fallen.

"Enough blood traitor!" She screamed shooting a spell at Theo. He landed with a thud, unconscious.

"No!" Hermione screamed pulling against Greyback. My mother grabbed my arm pulling me next to her.

"Take the boys to the cellar...I think the mudblood and I need to have a little chat."

"No! Let me," Potter yelled fighting with all his might. My crazed aunt simply cackled pulling Hermione to the center of the floor. Hermione looked on with a defiant gleam in her eyes. She wasn't going to bend so easily. She saw what had happened, she knew. Bella pushed her down to the floor.

"Did you break into my vault?" Bella asked getting in her face. Hermione kept a stoic face, then did something I never thought she'd do. She spit in Bella's face. If I wasn't so scared for her right now, I might laugh. She smiled glaring my aunt down.