In The Dungeon

Chapter 3

*Draco POV* 

While waiting for Mother to get Lucius to plan a raid I have had to attend meetings and those have not been pleasant. I am being made an example of in front of the other Death Eaters. Lucius is trying to prove that he will stop at nothing and let nothing stop him from trying to redeem his Masters name. I wasn't about to let him use Mother, so I some how made him use only me and not her. I would never let her be hurt. 

I was currently on the floor shaking due the Cruciatus Curse. I don't know how many times he has used it on me but I can't scream like I want to. I won't allow him the satisfaction of it. He wants to prove to them that he can break me, that he can be ruthless and not let it affect him. I will have my own satisfaction by not allowing that to happen if I can help it. 

"My dear son, just give in. Let all of us know how weak you are. You have already proved it, remember? Remember your failure when you didn't kill Dumbledore? You failed our Lord that night, Draco. Now, you will be the one who shows the world we are back. I have a wondrous plan for you, Son. Once the plans are in order I will let you know, but for now. Crucio!" 

That was the last thing I remembered before the world went black.

                                                               ~DH~

When I woke up my body was still shaking from the after effects of the dreaded curse. I found that I was in my own bed and I wasn't quite sure what time it was, but figured it was morning based on that it wasn't dark outside and the sun wasn't in the far west of the sky. I needed to get up and move, I had to do something to help the spasms. 

I did random stretches that we used for Quidditch, it slightly helped, so I decided to take a hot shower to see what it would do. Sadly, all the relief I was going to get came from the stretches and I was now having to deal with the spasms and pain until I could find a pain potion and a muscle relaxing potion. 

After getting ready for the day I left my room to go to the dinning room. While I did not want to go and I could just call Tizzy for food, I knew if I didn't show up I would experience worse than what I have felt the past couple of weeks. I didn't want to test my father to much, I know I can push him a little but I don't know how far the line will stretch before it breaks. I would rather not see the line break until after I have Hermione out of here.  

When I walked into the dinning room I kind of stared in fear. Laying on the table was not breakfast as I was expecting, but a muggle woman. All I knew at that moment was that I wasn't coming out of this unscathed. 

                                                           ~DH~

*Hermione POV*

It has been about a week since Draco has told me that his mother and he are trying to orchestrate a plan and I have only seen him once. I briefly saw his face and I got worried. He had a bruise covering the left side of his face. If he hadn't of spun around quickly I wouldn't have noticed and now I am worried about what he is having to face. I only remember the one meeting with them and I know that it wasn't a fun time. I imagine that he is going through more than I, being the son of one of those evil men.

Luckily for me, since that last time I was with them they haven't pulled me out of the cell, knocked me unconscious, or erased my memory. Occasionally when whoever brings my food they will cast a crucio at me or even a small cutting hex, but that seems to be the extent of it for the time being. I wish I knew what they were playing at. All I could figure was that they were trying to weaken me, prove to me that no one was coming for me and that I may as well tell them what they want. I wouldn't of course. I have been tortured before and didn't spill anything then and I wouldn't do it now.

My thoughts were interrupted by a feminine scream from above me. My eyes shot up to the ceiling even though I knew I wouldn't be able to see anything. That was something I haven't heard in a while and it brought chills down my spine. I have only heard my own screams or that of men. It frightened me to know that they were cursing a woman. All I could do, try as I might not to, was picture myself in her place and it terrified me when the tiny sliver thought of at least it isn't me made it into my mind. I gagged, trying not to throw up. I was to weak to do a cleaning spell to clean it up if I did. 

I let my thoughts move on to Draco. I worried about him because I know that he is having to watch that, listen to it. I pray to what ever is out there that they don't make him participate. I can feel that that would break him, it would kill him. I may not know him well and he may have been my bully the past six years in school, but I can tell that this isn't him.

I go into the corner for my own comfort more than anything. I wish with everything in me that we can get out of here and soon. I don't think either one of us can take anymore.   

                                                             ~DH~

*Narcissa POV*

For years I had hoped that Lucius would see the error of his ways, but he never did. He stayed strongly on the path that his father laid for him and made our precious son follow in his footsteps. Thankfully my dear boy is a more intelligent man compared to his father. I knew he wouldn't be a bad person ever since he was just a little boy. He could barely kill an insect and when he did he felt bad about it. Also, when I took him to a muggle park all those years ago he made friends with a muggle child. They were friends for years. I kept taking him to the same park whenever I could and one day she just stopped showing up. 

It devastated Draco and it hurt to see him so upset. He had finally found a friend where they weren't forced to be there, to like him. He told her things that he wouldn't have told anyone. Of course I barely got it out of him that he had told her of magic and before I could even get worried or berate him, he smiled so wide and said that the little girl had made a flower grow for him so she could show him how pretty they were.

I knew then my son had found someone who could keep him on the path for good. All I hoped for was that he somehow saw her again. I never learned her name, my little dragon had wanted it to be a secret, until she showed up with Potter and Weasley in my drawing room and was being tortured by my own sister. My son definitely knows how to pick them. I had to watch as my son had to watch one of the people he holds dear to his heart be cursed over and over again and he couldn't do anything no matter how much he wanted to. 

And now I stand here watching my husband and the other escapee Death Eaters as they attacked this poor woman who had done nothing wrong besides live. I tensed as Lucius turned toward Draco. 

"Son, I think that it is time to prove that you are someone we can trust don't you think? What say you men? Should we let little cowardly Draco take a turn? Of course we will be the ones calling the shots and Draco? If you do not do every little thing we tell you to do, well, lets just say you will not like the consequences of it my dear son." Lucius said as he roughly pulled Draco to where the others were. I watched in horror as everyone laughed and sneered at my son and the poor woman. 

"Now, how about we start with something small? How about a simple crucio? Remember you have to mean it and if you need a little incentive everything you do not succeed in doing you and the woman will feel it. I wonder who it will hurt more though? The failure of a son or the disgusting waste of space muggle who we have sadly brought into our home and she has defiled it. So, Son, just remember to really feel it." Lucius spoke with a sadistic grin. 

I had to stand and stare as my darling baby boy raised his wand and mutter the first curse of the night.

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A/N: If you read the original 'Chapter 3' then you know that this is completely different than what I had. But, if you didn't read the original that was up that's fine and I hope you enjoyed this part! Let me know what you all think!