Malfoy Child

Voldemort

Gradually, Harry surfaced to consciousness and his first wish was that he could sink back down—because he hurt. Everywhere.

He groaned as he remembered grabbing the Portkey and Lucius Malfoy taking him away from Hogsmeade instead of Draco. He didn't remember anything after landing, though. He wondered what Lucius had done to him while he was unconscious. His body felt like it had been run over by the Hogwarts Express—at full steam. He supposed he should be thankful he wasn't actually dead yet.

Slowly he opened his eyes and found even that simple movement difficult to do. It seemed his eyes were swollen and crusted over. Through slitted eyes, he attempted to take stock of his surroundings.

It didn't take him long to realize that he was probably in one of the dungeon cells in Malfoy Manor. Rather than making him more fearful, as it probably should, he found rage building in him. This was where Lucius had been torturing his own son.

Despite his circumstances, Harry was thankful that he was the one here instead of Draco. He'd promised Draco that he'd do anything he could to keep his father from ever hurting him again and didn't regret grabbing the Portkey to protect the little boy.

Harry tried to move and all he accomplished was sending more pain wrenching through his body and rattling the chains. He was bound by both wrists and ankles to the damp, cold, stone wall. If simply trying to move his hands or feet sent pain coursing through him, he didn't have a chance of being able to work his way free. Who knew where his wand was, or even if it was in one piece anymore.

The chill setting into his very bones, Harry waited. He wondered why Lucius had beat him so severely without the pleasure of having him conscious. Harry sneered, thinking about the fact that Lucius should have enjoyed hearing him scream as the injuries were inflicted. He could feel the blood trickling down his back and there was no doubt in his mind that he'd been whipped viciously. Yet Harry remembered none of it.

Harry kept his eyes closed and tried not to focus on the pain. Rather, he tried to focus on the puzzle of Lucius Malfoy. Suddenly the obvious hit him. Lucius was afraid. He didn't take the risk of Harry being able to do anything to get away. Lucius wanted him injured and weakened.

Uncomfortably, Harry realized that Lucius' plan was pretty effective. Here he was chained in a dungeon cell, horribly injured and feeling quite weakened. He'd been unable to fight back in any way.

He didn't have his wand, but he tried to focus his magic like Snape had been teaching him. All he wanted was some basic unlocking spells to get the manacles off his wrists and ankles. His magic had a tendency to help him in emergencies and the situation he currently found himself in definitely qualified as an emergency.

Harry pictured the manacles and pictured the locks and sent his magic outwards along his limbs. He had more appreciation for why Snape always pushed him so hard. Taking control of his magic wandlessly like this wasn't nearly so easy when he was under pressure.

Suddenly he was released and he dropped to the stone floor. He screamed as the pain flared up unbearably. He held his body as still as he could, attempting to even his breathing. He quickly figured out the hard way that taking deep breaths wasn't a smart idea.

He lay there, unable to gather the strength to do anything else. He had absolutely no idea how he was going to get out of here. Once again, he was thankful Draco was safe.

"Potter!"

Harry cracked open his eyes to see Lucius Malfoy slamming furiously into the room.

"Who got you down?" Lucius demanded coldly.