Enchanted Royalty

Chapter 25

Draco-

My hands were shaking. I tried to get them to stop, I willed them to stop but it was pointless. It could have been for the dementors lurking above me, trying to drive away all the happiness inside of me, but I knew that wasn't the case. They were to far away for me to completely blame them. No, it was because of him. 

Azkaban was a couple feet away from us now. The ship I was going on was slow, but to me it felt like it was going a million times faster. No one could apparat into Azkaban and risk breaking a prisoner out, so we have to take a boat. But the anxiety shooting up my body made this boat ride even worse.

After Madeline was attacked, her attacker who I managed to figure out his name was Erik Gale and brought to my dungeon. I used a couple of old tricks I learned from my time in America, that were less than legal and managed to get all the information I needed after him. It was my last resort, after weeks of trying to get him to say anything, he forced my hand. I left him bloody and bruised. I didn't bother to bring in a healer, he can heal the muggle way it won't kill him.

"Are you ready?" Michael asked from next to me. He had decided to come along, even though I objected, but if I was honest to myself, I was thankful for his presences.

"No." I breathed honestly.

"Are you?"

"No." He said.

The boat washed up to shore, the plank was lowered, a guard was waiting for us on the edge of it and I stepped down. I curled my hands into fists, and hid them behind my back, tipping my head down at the much shorter man, Michael stood behind me. He knew to stand back; this was my territory. My guards, my prisoners. 

"Names?" The man grunted. He was short and stocky, with meaty hands wrapped tightly around a small wand. He was wearing a similar uniform to mine, but instead of my all-black button down, pants, boots, and cape. He wore only a white button up, black pants, and boots.

"Draco Malfoy. Head of the Auror department. My brother Michael Malfoy." I said, the man straightened up and cleared his throat, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh! Mr. Malfoy's! I wasn't aware that you two were coming today?" He said, his Adam's apple bobbing down his neck nervously.

"I'm here to see my-Lucius Malfoy." I said, I cursed myself for almost saying my father. That man wasn't a father. He was a monster. The man nodded before tipping his head to the side.

"I can show you the way. I'll inform the guards to bring him to an interrogation room." He turned around and lead us deeper into Azkaban. The dementors were trying to suck the happiness away from me, and they were almost winning, but my brother's presences made me feel better, feel grounded.

We walked into an elevator; and the man sent word with his patronus to get Lucius Malfoy and bring him into the interrogation room. The man pressed the fourth floor where the interrogation rooms were. He led us to the first one, the door creaked open, clearly doesn't get used to often.  The room was tiny, cramped. The walls were white, the table an ugly brown color, the bright white light gave the room an awkward tint to it. 

"There bringing up the prisoner in just a minute. I'll leave you two here." The man said, before shutting the door behind him. I let out a ragged breath, there were four chairs on the table, but I didn't want to sit. 

"If you want to run before, he comes I won't stop you." I whispered to Michael, he stared at me for a second before shaking his head, his long blond hair swaying. I looked down at his hands, they were curled into fists, his knuckles white.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him, I already left you alone in that house, and I regret that every day of my life. I won't let you down again." Michael whispered so quietly I had to strain my ears to hear him. I ran my tongue across my teeth and shook my head.

"He was going to kill you, if I didn't open the dungeon that night..." I looked away from Michael. My eyes had been tracing his scar, a reminder of that night, of him.

The door opened, and he walked in. I forced myself to breath slowly in and out, as I took him in. He was dirty, like he had given up on washing a long time ago. His hair was messy, and long, probably up to his waist, he wore the black robes that every prisoner had to wear. He had metal chains wrapped around his hands and legs. They made a clinking noise every time he took a step. He had the same smirk that radiated confidence even when he looked close to death. I didn't want to feel small in his presences, not when we both now towered over him. 

"My boys." He grinned, at least his teeth were clean. Not like my aunt who had the foulest breath anyone ever smelled, and teeth so yellow they looked almost green. We both didn't reply to him, waiting for him to sit down instead.

"You two lost your tongue or something? You reply to someone when they talk to you." He hissed, sitting down. The metal chains clanking together. We didn't bother to reply. "Fine, what brings you two to finally grace me with your presence?"

"We're here on business." I said, straightening my shoulders. 

"And you think I'm involved in this somehow?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. 

"Cut the bull shit." Michael hissed, stepping forward, his knuckles were still white.  "We know you were involved in the attempt to try and murder Princess Madeline." He was a master liar, titling his head so innocently like he was confused. Like this was the first time he was hearing it.

"I don't know what you two are talking about. Let's talk about something else. I haven't seen you two in years. I want to know what my boys are up to now?" 

"We stopped being your boys the day you put your hands on us." Michael hissed. He chuckled under his breath, his metal chains clanking together again. 

"I gave you two tough love. It's not my fault people are sensitive these days. My father did the same to me, and his father did the same." 

"We know you hired Erik Gale; he confessed to it." I signed. "We just want to know why, and then we will leave."

"Then I guess we can stay here all night because I have nothing to confess." He shrugged, leaning back in the chair. Michael scoffed shaking his head. He chuckled, his eyes that were so much like Michaels were alight with joy. He loved to piss us off.

"Enough of your bullshit! We don't want to be here with you." I snapped, 

"I want to be here, with my boys." 

"Stop calling us that!" I shouted, "We are not your boys! We we're never your boys!" I slammed my fist into the table, it shook under my fist but he didn't even flinch, a cruel smile spread across his face.

"You are my boys. You think you're so much different than me let me tell you what? You're not. History is always repeating itself. You think you were the first Malfoy to ever fall in love with a Muggle? Did you two think you were special?"