Chaos (Tomarry) (Discontinued)

Part 35 - Draco?

* Draco's POV *
I walked to Potions class with Pansy and Blaise who were arguing at something Blaise said, we arrived and sat down at the back with a few other Slytherin's. As usual the Gryfindoor twins walked in like they owned everything, honestly they aren't even that smart or powerful. Rolling my eyes at them I looked to the front right where Hades and his friends always sit, the chairs were empty as always since all the students were scared of what could happen if they took them from the group.

I turned to listen to what the others were talking about for a while until Snape walked into the classroom, closing the door behind him. I turned and saw that non of the group was in their usual spot or anywhere in the room, so I turned to Pansy and Blaise. I tapped the table to stop them arguing and when they both looked up I asked "have you seen Hades, Riddle or any of their group?", the shook their heads and I turned around to look at stared at the front, but I couldn't pay attention. It was strange, at least one or two of their group should have been in the class.

After a while we were set to make a potion, I wasn't really paying attention but Pansy had me covered and was completing the potion for both of us. Everyone watched as an owl flew through the window to Snape, he opened the letter then called me over. I looked at Pansy who shrugged, I walked over and he passed me the letter. It was from Father but he wanted to see me now, which is strange since he gets mad when I skip the last 10 minutes of magical creatures. "You can use the floo in my office", I nodded and packed up my bag, before heading off to Snapes office.

I use the floo and arrive at the manor, I walked into the living room to find no one there, so I placed my bag down and walked down the hallway to Fathers office and knocked on the door. He answered it and left the room closing the door behind him so that we were both stood in the hallway, "You wanted to see me father?", I couldn't help this bad feeling that was creeping up my spine. "Ahh yes I have a grift for you follow me", he set of down the hallway and I followed after him, we walked in silence until we reached the other side of the manor. Now I was freaking out, I know that there is no rooms we use on this side of the house if we don't have guests, so I knew exactly where he was showing me to. How could I not after years of nightmares.

When I was 5 he decided that torturing a man in front of me to insanity then killing them would be a good way for me to toughen up. All it did was traumatise me for years, with nightmares where I woke up screaming, eventually I got over the fact that I was 5, didn't have a wand and couldn't have over powered my father if I had tried. Therefore it wasn't my fault I couldn't have done anything to help. I hadn't stepped anywhere near the dungeons since now, clearing my throat I asked him "you pulled me out of class for a gift?". He nodded and I looked back down, now noticing the blood on his shirt, I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to stay calm but on the inside I was screaming. What had my father done now and why did he need me? Would it be like when I was 5?

My heart began thumping in my chest as we grew closer to the dungeons, we arrived at the stairway that leads straight down to them, my insides felt like they were being pulled out through my mouth. He stopped directly in front of the door and turned to smile at me "you can go in I have to go to the ministry to pick something up enjoy", he passed me a key to a cell and left. As soon as he was out of ear shot I let out my shaky breaths while staring at the old door, stained with red blood splashes that the house elf's couldn't remove. I stared at the old rusted handle as flash backs ran through my mind. Who was behind the door? We're they already dead? Is this a test and father will be watching? What If I mess everything up? Is it my fault there here?

Eventually I worked up the courage to open the door, since I wouldn't know what was happening until I found out myself. I placed my hand over the cold handle and gently turned, I pushed the door open and the creaky hinges squeaked. Taking a breath I stepped in and looked around, I couldn't see who it was from here but there was someone chained to the wall in the far cell, as I moved closer I could tell they were breathing faintly. Taking this as a better sign than death I walked slightly faster to the cell, as I got closer the light was a bit better and I could see someone drenched in blood with cuts and bruises littered everywhere. My lungs constricted tight when I registered the person chained to the wall. My voice broke as I tried to speak.

"Hadrian?"