Curse Of Pain

Chapter 26

❗❗❗WARNING, THERE ARE CURSING AND VERY UNKIND WORDS IN THIS CHAPTER ❗❗❗
I wanted to give everyone a heads up because there is a word in this chapter that I absolutely despise that I normally refuse to put into my writing, however, I think it is needed to be used in this chapter. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

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Draco's POV

"My cowardice and traitor of a son has finally graced me with his presence after so many years. I'm thrilled." Venomous sarcasm dripped from every word pouring out of his mouth. His face held a scowl, so cold, so empty, I could barely keep eye contact for long.

"I'm not here to discuss family matters with you. The Malfoy name has been demolished by your hands and I don't seek to return it to how it was." I said simply and truthfully. He thinks I'm here for the Malfoy fortunes or something under those lines, but I'm not. I could care less about any of that.

"Then why have you come? You're nothing but a disappointment of a son. Why would I want to graze upon your face after you left me here to rot?"

I stood silently. When my father was arrested, I did nothing to help him out of it. A part of me feels guilty. He is my father after all and the only one I'll ever have, but he did wrong. He hurt so many people, killed good people. Tortured my mom and I. Helped the cruelest man on the planet to gain power. So therefore, despite the fact he is my father, he got what was coming to him.

I had hoped that being here in Azkaban would've made my father realize all the evil he had done, all the things he made me do, but it didn't. He seemed even more heartless than before. There is no helping this man before me.

"I want you to answer a question of mine and I want your full honesty." I replied.

"And what makes you think I would ever follow your wishes?"

I thought on it. There is nothing my father would want that I could give to him. I can't just ask him and expect him to give me what I want so willingly. I know how his mind works. He wants something in return.

I could, however, give him some answers about something. Maybe he does have a little heart left to care and as much as I hate to use this against him, I need answers, for Harry.

"I'll tell you about mum." I said, crossing my arms and looking at him.

His gaze seemed to soften slightly, but froze back up immediately, almost as if it had never happened. "I don't care about your wretched mother or what she's been up to these days."

"My mother is not wretched. She's the best mother I could've ever asked for and if it wasn't for her, I'd probably would've ended up exactly like you. A horrible, egotistical man that has done nothing good in life. You've only hurt those around, not caring about the consequences. So, if you'd like to hear about mother, then I'll tell you, but only if you answer my questions and if I even get a hint you're lying, then I'll leave you in the dark " I threatened, a cold hard look in my eyes to prove how serious I am.

"Fine. What is it that you want?"

"What curse did Voldemort place on Harry when he died?"

My father choked on air for a second, his eyes gone wide, not expecting the question that I had asked.

"Why would that matter to you?"

"It doesn't matter, now tell me."

"Why would I tell you? He's the reason I'm in here in the first place. That stupid boy deserves to suffer until death."

I slammed my hand on the table in front of me. My father flinched violently at the sudden reaction. "Say that again and I promise I'll cut your tongue out!"

His eyes darkened drastically. "You've gotten close to the boy, haven't you?"

I place my arms across my chest again, not answering his question.

"So, not only are you a traitor, but you're also a faggot? Good to know my son is worse than a piece of shit."

I swear my blood just burned ten degrees hotter. I'm no longer afraid of this man, he's powerless, however, being angry at him is something that I can't help in this case.

"You know nothing! If  you had just acted like a father for once, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation! You wouldn't have gotten your sorry ass locked up in Azkaban and maybe I wouldn't be as fucked up as I am now because of you! You're no father, you have no right to call me your son! You lost that privilege the first day you took your anger out on not only my mother, but a six year old!"

"Don't you dare speak to me that way! I am your father and you'll do what I tell you!"

"No I won't! I'm not under your control anymore! I'm not you! I've got my own life, a happy family, and I couldn't be better off! You've shown me exactly what I don't want to be as a father."

"You kept the little brat after all, is all I'm hearing. A disgrace to the family name. That family was full of traitors."

"Shut up! My son's name is Scorpius and he is my everything! I wouldn't give him up for the world! I love him and unlike you, I've raised him to be a much better person than you could ever give me. Now, I'm not going to say it again. What is Voldemort's curse!?"

My father sat shell shocked at everything that I had yelled at him.

He knows he's powerless against me, especially since I've now grown a pair and have something to fight for.

"Dolor Ad Mortem. (Latin for pain to death) That's the name of the curse. Voldemort had created it in hopes of using it against his enemies one day, but it was flawed."

"What do you mean flawed?"

"It didn't kill the person quickly enough for his liking. I don't know how long it could take, he never was able to determine that before his death, but he knew it'd kill the person eventually. It works slowly, hurting the body from the outside, working its way inwardly. At first, simple cuts and bruises, but eventually their organs would be damaged and crushed, the amounts of blood loss would cause the person to no longer have the strength to get through the day. Eventually, the body would be so damaged during one of the sessions that it would kill them, choking on their own blood and their organs turned to mush."

"How do I cure it?"

He grew quiet again, but this time it was not because he refused to answer. He was thinking, trying to remember exactly what Voldemort had said.

"You need two things. A spell, and a potion. However, only the person who cares the most about Harry can cast it."

"Ok, and the spell and potion?" I asked.

"For the potion you need belladonna, fluxweed, horklump juice, lionfish spine, moonstone, and wormwood. The spell is Mors finis: In Taberna Quando Sumus Pestilentiae interficitur, potionavit sanaret Purgo et cor dedit illis."

"That's a long spell."

"It's a long time consuming, very potent curse."

I shrugged. He's not wrong.

I turned to leave, knowing I finally had everything and was excited to finally get out of here, never to return.

"Wait!" My father called, I stopped at the door and waited for him to speak. "Your mother. We made a deal."

I sighed. The confident demeanor I walked in with vanished. "She's dead."

"What?! How?!"

"She killed herself, a little after you were taken to prison."

I said, not turning around to look at him and walking out, not once wanting to know what kind of expression he would have on his face.