Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 49

Draco's pov.

I step inside the manor beside my father and see my mother greeting my aunt and uncle.

"Ah Draco your looking well, come meet your new cousin." I walk over and give my aunt Dorothy a hug and shake hands with my father's brother Florian. In my mother's arms rests the baby.

"What's his name?" I ask my Aunt.

"Scorpius." She says. My father's hand lands on my shoulder and I flinch but only my mother notices as the others are looking down at the baby.

"Draco and I sadly need to leave." Says my father gripping my shoulder tightly.

"See you later Draco." Says my Aunt. My Mother stands and gives Scorpius to Dorothy. She follows us from the parlour. We walk into my fathers office and he shuts the door. He rummages in one of the desk drawers and pulls out a vile. He makes to walk towards me but mother stands in front of me blocking his path.

"No, I refuse to allow you to make Draco drink that." She says. He strikes her across the face and she moves out of the way.

"If you don't drink this right now, I am going to torture you till you can't move." I pull out my wand.

"Stop acting like you own us." I shoot at him.

"We are your family, treat us as such." He opens his mouth and pulls out his own wand.

"Don't test me boy." I don't back down so he puts the cruciatus curse on me. I scream and drop my wand falling to the floor.

"Let's see just who many of those you can survive." He picks up my wand and shoves it into my mother's hands before dragging me out of the room by the front of my shirt. He drags me all the way to the cellar door, opens it and flings me inside. I land on the edge of several steps and feel my skin bruise as I come to a stop at the bottom.

He walks down the stairs and kicks me into the actual cellar. My head spins as I sit up. He draws his wand and with a flick my hands are bound together. He grabs my face and punches it twice. My head slips down and I feel blood flow out of my mouth, he makes me face him again and repeats his punches before raising his wand and leaving two gashes in my face, one above my eye and the other on my cheek.

"Crucio." He whispers stepping back. I scream. Three other crusios follow. I pant starting at the floor.

"That, all you...got?" I taunt him. I don't even care anymore. He kicks and gets me on my jaw. I sit up again and spit out blood. He grabs me by my bound hands and throws me at the whipping  post.

I cry out as my injured face hits the wooden post. My shirt is already gone. He conjures a whip and cracks it over my head. I tense my muscles waiting. It makes contact and leaves a raw red stinging mark. Twenty lashes later my back is throbbing and stinging covered in blood. He drags me away from the post and throws me against a wall. My new whip marks hit the cold stone and I scream.

I land on the floor but just as I am about to attempt to stand I get a pain in my chest as though my heart is being ripped from my body and torn into a zillion pieces before my eyes. I scream in pain, I scream as I've never screamed  before. The whole house would surely hear me. Hermione had just kissed someone, willingly. She probably never even loved me. My scream fades to a distant cry as the cellar door flings open.

"Lucius, what's going...on." My uncle's eyes land on me.

"Poenadolora-cicatrix." The curse hits me and I am pushed against the wall. I cry out as my whip marks and pushed against the wall for a second time and my head is bashed against the stone. That curse is the one he uses to make my injuries scar, let me have a constant memory of the pain he has inflected on me. Make them unable to heal magically.

Florian whips out his wand and binds my father's arms, legs and gags him.

"Why would you do such a thing to your own son." He rushed to my side as I try to stand. He helps me to my feet and out of the cellar.

I sit on a couch, breathing heavily and tears sliding down my face. Half from the pain, half from the fact that my heart had just been broken. I was probably going to die. How long did I have, less than the night.

"Draco." Screams my mother as she enters the room with Dorothy. She's holding an ice pack to her face in the spot my father had struck her. She rushes over and sits beside me.

"What happened, Narcissia said that she ran into a pot but." Says Dorothy.

"It wasn't a pot." Says Florian. He walks over to my mother draws his wand and heals her bruise.

"It was Lucius." Dorothy gasps. I'm starting to feel empty and I know that if I didn't see Hermione I would die before the sunrise.

"How long has this been happening?" Asks Florian to my Mother.

"Years." She starts to cry. Normally I would comfort her but I'm in so much pain. 

"Mom, I need to go to Hogwarts, it's Hermione." I say. I can't feel her anymore, it's as if she's slipping under the surface of water. Mother hands me my wand and I stand.

"Where are you going, you're so hurt you shouldn't be moving." Says Florian but I don't answer. I walk out into the night without a shirt and only my wand clutched in my hand.