The White Peacock (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 47: Obliviate

Murphy's POV

256...257...258, I count each droplet of water as it hits the floor of the dungeon, this was my favourite game to play to pass the time, one time I counted up to 34,521. Surprisingly it did help the days go by fast, but it was hard to keep track of days or weeks, everything just seemed to mould together, I couldn't tell if it was day or night, or if 1 or 2 days had passed. Everything was just a blur. I didn't even know my birthday had passed.

I would not have known that I was imprisoned for 1 month in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, if it was not for Snape's brief letters stuck on the bottom of the tray that my food was served on. It was infrequent and was always the same, he would put the date, include an update on what was going on, of course leaving out gruesome details of Voldemort's conquests, and of course the empty promises of eventually helping me escape.

That wasn't fair, I couldn't be upset at Snape for not being able to see or help me, I knew he couldn't risk being seen helping a muggle born student, let alone asking to visit her in the dungeons. He needed to be at the school making the necessary arrangements to ensure the students will be safe, without actually showing any glimpse or mercy or care for them, however not only that he needed to secretly assist Harry and the order in their mission, again without any suspicion.

He had the hardest job, and I needed him to think I was okay so that he had one less thing to worry about. We had a code, when returning the note back to the underneath of the tray, if I folded it into a rectangle, I was okay, if I folded it into a triangle I was not. Even on my worst days, even after enduring the torture from Bellatrix Lestrange, I would always fold the note into a rectangle.

I stared at my wrist, where she had carved in the word mudblood into it, feeling numb to the word or the memory of the pain I felt when she had done it. I felt numb to pretty much anything she could do to me, because nothing could hurt more than the words spoken to me by Narcissa Malfoy, the night of my capture.

After I had been attacked by the werewolf who I now know as Fenrir Greyback, I had blacked out, when I woke, I was here in the dungeon. The person who I thought would be down there would me was nowhere to be seen, but instead it was his mother.

"You are awake" she said walking over to me lying on the ground, as my eyes slowly took in my surroundings

"Where am I?" I said as I pulled myself up, noticing the chain around my ankle.

"Malfoy Manor, but if it were up to me you would be far from here as possible, far from this world where you don't clearly belong" she said bitterly.

"Draco! Where is he!? Did he escape??" I scream. She ignored my question.

"Wow such beautiful face, such a shame its now scarred, I tried my best to heal it" she explained as she bent down to look at me.

I crawled over to a puddle in the corner and looked down at my reflection, I gasped as I saw jagged scar diagonally across my entire face, starting at the top of my left eyebrow, making its way across, over my lips and ending on the right side of my jaw. I stood up and stormed over to her.

"Why am I here? Why would you bring me here if you wanted me to stay away?" I growled

She chuckled sarcastically, "You are not my prisoner, you were seen by 4 death eaters, including my sister, they were not going to let a mudblood get away in one piece, you are now a prisoner of our dark lord." She said gravely. I felt sick at the words that I was imprisoned by the man I feared the most, the man I never thought I would ever have to encounter.

The reality that my life was only a moment away from being taken made me speechless. Except there was a harsher reality, I knew Draco, he would stop at nothing to ensure I was okay, even if it meant him risking his life.