Drarry - A New Beginning

Chapter 2. Making Amends

trigger warning ⚠️ (blood/torture/pain) this first section of this chapter may be upsetting for certain readers, please scroll past until you see the chapter break lines . the rest of this chapter is important for the story. Look for the 🤍 to continue reading

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"Please... please no more..."

Draco winced, his breath held tight in his chest, silence penetrating the room

He was collapsed on the floor with his back against the stone wall, his arms limp above him, wrists restrained by painfully tight black rope tied to an iron railing above. Voldemort towered over him as he was bound helplessly

The Dark Lord paced from one side of the cold dark room to the other, looking down at the Slytherin cowering at this feet 

"Tell me, Draco. Did you misunderstand the task I set for you?" Voldemort asked boring down on him

"No... My Lord"

"Did you feel it was wise to ignore my wishes, and go ahead relying on your elders to do your work for you?"

"No... My Lord" he whimpered, eyes planted at the floor where tears slipped onto his knees. Voldemort burst forward, erupting

"You're weak! You're a failure! A disgrace to the Malfoy name!" his eyes darting across to his father.

Lucius was stood cowering against the wall, barely able to keep eye contact with the Dark Lord. Narcissa crying softly into his shoulder, unable to witness the torture of her son before her eyes.

"Take one step and it will be your last. One word from your mouth and I'll kill him right now" Voldemort spat in their direction, he whipped back around to Draco, towering over him

"Consider yourself lucky I haven't killed you already"

The Dark Lord slowly raised his wand before violently throwing hexes as he spat at the young boy, Draco was screaming as each spell hit him

"You pathetic..."

*crack!*

"-excuse!"

*crack!*

"-of a boy!"

*CRACK!*

"CRUCIO!" he screamed

Draco's blood curdling scream pierced the air, he convulsed, his body twisting in excruciating agony, searing pain ripping through every vein, his lungs burning, bones on fire. Tugging against his restraints, cutting the flesh at his wrists where blood began trickling down his arm. So close to blacking out, he was practically begging for death

Voldemort savoured every moment of pain he was inflicting on Draco, enjoying the sweet sweet agony in his face. He twisted his wand and broke the curse, catching his breathe and steadying himself as his eyes fell on Lucius.

Draco slumped against the wall, his arms aching painfully above him. Every breath was fire on his lungs and his head was splitting. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

The restraints vanished and his arms dropped to the floor. Whimpering and curling up, bringing his knees to his chest

Voldemort was pacing the room, fixating on his wand. He turned on his heel to face Draco, stepping toward him painstakingly slow. Reaching out two cold fingers and placing them under Draco's chin, he pulled him up off the floor holding him inches from his face. He could see the wet tears coating Draco's cheeks, his eyes bloodshot, trembling and squirming, knowing he was inches from death