In The Dungeon

Chapter 6

*Narcissa POV*

I don't know what turned my husband into the cruel man that he is today. He follows people blindly and doesn't care what gets in his way. Our, no, my poor son, the hell he has to face by this man. He shouldn't have to. No one should, and I cannot do a single thing to help him as I watch Lucius carve into his arm. I know if I try to help it will only make it worse. I will get them out of here, even if it is the last thing I do. 

As I watch the Granger girl yell at Lucius to stop and hear my sons screams I remember a time when they were little at the park. A couple of older kids came over to them as they were sitting on the grass taking a break from playing and they started to taught Draco and Hermione. Hermione just ignored them, but Draco was young, and it was getting to him, he was only six after all. They shoved Draco once they noticed and Hermione quickly stood up and started yelling at the kids until all the parents had walked over and put a stop to it.

I felt tears forming in my eyes as I thought that no matter how much she yells and stands up for him this time, that nothing will stop what was going on until Lucius was done. I don't know how much longer they stayed in those positions, but Lucius finally stood up and dropped the knife near Draco's head. The knife nicked him, and he barely let out a groan. 

"Now you will never forget turning your back on us Draco. You shall forever be known as the blood-traitor. I hope you truly feel the pain of separation. Take them both down to the cell, let's see how they like being together formally now." Lucius said as he sneered at both children. 

Children, that is all they were. Young souls who were forced to be a part of this war. All they should have worried about was their grades, the boyfriend or girlfriend at the time, but no. They had to deal with death and torture at such a young age, and it made me feel like a terrible mother because I couldn't protect him from this. I used to think that I would be able to keep him away from everything his father did, but I couldn't, and it made me feel weak. This time though, I wouldn't be weak. I will get them out.

                                        ~DH~

As I sat at my vanity, I tried not to think how normal this night was compared to the day's events. I sat brushing my hair and Lucius laid in the bed reading a book, as if he didn't torture our son and send him to the dungeon just hours ago. I didn't dwell on that though, now was the perfect opportunity to get him to plan a raid.

"Lucius dear, I was wondering how else you were going to spread your name around." I said not looking away from his reflection. I had to keep him interested so he would think about it. 

"What do you mean Love?" He said as he glanced up from his book.

"Well, as you know the Wizarding World are being a lot more accepting of Mud-bloods and I don't want any of us Pure-bloods having to mix with them. It's mainly the muggles though that come along with the filth when they come into Diagon Alley. So, I was just wondering if there was an idea of how to keep them on their toes. You are very intelligent my dear, so I was wondering if you had plans. I know how you love to think ahead." I stated with a proud smile. It pained me to say it, to pretend to be proud, but it was what was needed at the moment and I would do it. I knew how to play him, even if he didn't have plans he would pretend to just to make himself seem better. 

"We have been putting plans into place, so soon you won't have to deal with the complacency of the world much longer. We will prove to them that we are superior. Do not worry, I will make things as the should be, the things that our Lord had started will be finished. Now, how about we go to bed. Tomorrow will be an interesting day if I am to finish plans." Lucius said as he gestured to the side of the bed. I got up and smiled at him, this one I didn't feel bad for being genuine. I knew that I had done it, I had planted the idea and even a place. Now I just have to wait for them to leave.

                                        ~DH~

*Draco POV*

I don't know how long I was out. The last thing I remembered was being thrown into Hermione's, and now mine, cell. I woke up to the feel of someone running their fingers in my hair and at first, I believe that everything that has happened was a dream, but the pain and spasms running through my body prove to me that all of it was not in a fact a dream, but reality. I groan as I try to open my eyes and sit up.

"Shh, just stay still. You need to rest." I heard Hermione whisper and the fingers going through my hair never stopped. 

I released a deep breath and did as she said. I felt like a failure. I was supposed to get her out and now I am stuck in here with her. We are stuck, and it was my fault. She shouldn't be trying to take care of me, I don't deserve it. She is the one who deserves to be taken care. She was beauty and innocence, well the innocence that one could have from being in a war, and I was a monster. 

I tried to get up again and this time she helped me sit up against the wall. I finally opened my eyes and looked at her. She looked worse than before. Her sunken in cheeks and gaunt face. I felt my self-hatred rise. She shouldn't look like that. She should be healthy and glowing. 

"Are you okay?" She asked as she scooted closer. I tried not to flinch back, and I thought I had succeed until I saw a look of hurt in her eyes. 

I let out a humorless laugh, "I should be the one asking you that. After all, it is because of me we are still stuck here and now I have no way of getting you food or clothing that you need. Merlin, why did I have to get caught!" I covered my face with my hand, my left arm in too much pain to move. As I did this I caught the flash of understanding in her eyes. 

"It's not your fault Draco. You were doing what you thought was right and I would be a lot worse right now had it not been for you. You have kept me sane and fed and clothed. That is a lot more than anyone else is doing right now. You are my hope, Draco. Even now you still give me hope. Without you I would have drowned in the doubt and self-doubt I have. You are someone who was ready to help as soon as you found out what was going on. You said your mother was helping right? Then we can still get out of here. Please don't lose hope Draco. If you do I don't know if I can ever get my hope back." Hermione said and when I glanced up at her I noticed the tears pouring down her face. I didn't want to see her cry. I didn't want to be the cause of her pain any longer. 

I stared at this amazing girl, no she wasn't a girl anymore, this amazing woman and I knew that I needed her. She was the light in this dark place and she didn't even realize it. If I was going to keep hope of getting out of here, then I needed her to be by my side during this. Hopefully, she would let me stay by her side as well, but by looking at her I think she was having the same thoughts as me. We needed each other to be able to get out of this even a little bit alright. 

"Okay Hermione." I watched as her shoulders slumped in relief.  

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