Summary: When Draco Malfoy's mental health mysteriously declines, he is placed under the care of the only person he responds to: Harry Potter.
Warnings: Violence, rape, character death, mental illnesses (Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post-Traumatic Stress, Paranoid Schizophrenia), slash, Pre-HBP
Note: I posted both chapters 18 and 19 today, so please, please read the last chapter first if you haven't read this fic today!
“FUCK!” Harry screeched, and he spun around, looking for someone, anyone that could do something. There was no one in the crowd of over a thousand, and he gave a choked sob before he stood stock-still and closed his eyes.
He began to concentrate. Malfoy Manor, Malfoy Manor…Where else would Lucius have taken Draco?! He suddenly felt a sickening feeling of having his insides squished uncomfortably together, and he yelled as the Platform disappeared around him. A moment later, he tumbled onto the grass before a sweeping white mansion atop a green hill, and he could hear someone screaming.
“I’m coming…” he breathed, and he started off up the sweeping lawn towards the garden.
As Harry ran, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and he realized with a sickening jolt that he hoped that Lucius would play cat-and-mouse with Draco for a while before killing him. Harry needed to find them, needed to be able to get to Draco and save him and take him to the Burrow. “Fucking Ministry,” he hissed, and he heard a sharp yelp before there was an ominous silence from the direction whence it came. Harry wanted to vomit.
He came upon the garden and found it vastly overgrown, vines and trees and large bushes which were charmed to bloom all year taking over and restricting his view. He pushed through brambles, hearing a low rumble beyond that sounded like Lucius, and he pulled a rather sharp thorn out of his hand before he shoved through the very last of the sharp branches and stumbled into a snow-covered clearing.
In the center was a frozen pool, in the middle of which stood a tall, proud statue of an angel with its wings spread far. Her arms were thrown to the heavens, and bound to her torso, completely unconscious with a trickle of blood dribbling from his lips, was Draco Malfoy. “Draco!” he gasped, and h hurried forward, not thinking as he stepped onto the frozen pool, and he slipped and fell immediately on his face.
There was a soft laughter behind him, and he groaned, opening his eyes and catching a glimpse of completely frozen koi in the water before he lifted himself and turned to face Lucius Malfoy, who now assumed his normal appearance. “Good evening, Lucius,” he spat, literally spitting drops of blood as he spoke. The ice had been cold and unforgiving in his fall. His green eyes took in Lucius’s appearance, and the man appeared completely normal to the untrained eye. Harry, however, saw the crazy glint in his eye, the too-wide smile, and he lifted his wand to the father of his beloved. “Fancy meeting you here…”
“Amazing coincidence, isn’t it?” Lucius hissed, sounding for all the world like he was speaking Parseltongue, but Harry knew better, and he took an instinctive step backward to shield Draco as his boyfriend’s father took a step toward him. “Fancy that, you falling in love with my son…Any Seer would have been a fool to predict it…” He took another careful step forward, stepping onto the frozen surface of the pond. Harry was dismayed to see that he did not stumble. “I, however, saw an opportunity…”
Harry’s interest was piqued, but he did not say anything, for Draco moaned softly behind him, and Harry backed up into him, pressing the back of his head into Draco’s chest. “Leave him alone, Malfoy,” he growled, wand shaking in his hand, and he felt Draco’s hand move slightly in its binding to touch his hair. Lucius laughed coldly, and Harry scowled, but he never moved. For all he knew, that could be the last touch Draco would ever give him. “Shut up your laughing…Leave us and you will be apprehended properly by the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, I will be forced to incapacitate you…” It was the only warning Harry would give, but Lucius merely cackled at him. “I SAID SHUT UP!”
“No one can hear you screaming out here, Potter,” Lucius whispered, and he drew close to the two boys. He could see that Harry was a cobra ready to strike, so he did not draw close enough to invoke his spellcasting, and he grinned madly at him. “You’re so incredibly easy, Potter…Did it never occur to you that Draco would have never, ever come to you on his own? Did it never occur to you that his personalities are just as malleable as he is? You foolish boy…Surely you did not think that Draco loved you? Honestly loved you?”
“What on earth are you talking about?!” Harry demanded, and he took a step away from Draco, who whimpered at the loss. Harry wanted to reach back and touch him, but it would have left him open to attack, and so he merely glared at Lucius, who was in full hysterics by this point.
“You did! Merlin, you ACTUALLY thought he loved you! Did he suck your dick, Potter? He’s fantastic at it, isn’t he? He’s got such a beautiful, slutty little mouth…Little whore…” Lucius beamed up at Draco, who let out a harsh sob and struggled against his bindings.
“SHUT UP!” Harry roared, visions from their earlier sexual encounter flooding his mind. He realized with a shock that Lucius was performing Leglimency on his, and he tried to block him out, but Lucius was pulling those memories from his mind with the ease that Snape had, and he clutched his forehead. “STOP IT!”
Lucius gave a short laugh and reached down between his legs, touching himself through his robes, and he grinned up at Draco. “My, my….My son does have a beautiful arse, doesn’t he, Potter? You wouldn’t believe how tight it is…He was like a virgin every time I touched him…” Harry watched in horror as Lucius began to unbutton his robes, and he cast the Impedimenta jinx at him in a moment of wild jealousy.
No one should ever have touched Draco but him! He knew that Draco had been raped, but he had never imagined Lucius to be so perverse about it. The very thought contradicted itself in Harry’s mind and he pushed it aside before he cast the curse again, as Lucius had blocked it easily with the first casting. The second was knocked away just as easily. “Have some fucking pride, Malfoy!” Harry growled, and he realized that he was panicking. It was as though all the jinxes he had ever learned had flown out of his head, and he struggled coming up with something to do to the man he considered, at that moment, more loathsome that Voldemort himself.
“Pride?” Lucius asked, as though the word confused him. “Of course I have pride, Potter…Look at the heir I have produced! He is beautiful, a god, and with simple use of the Imperius curse—yours truly, thank you—he was so easily convinced to come after you. Imagine how he fought me in the beginning…’Father, no! That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of! How can you disgrace us like this?!’ Can you imagine him saying that to me Potter? Can you?”
The shock of this statement took a moment to be absorbed, and he turned his head to look up at Draco. Tears were streaming down the blonde’s face, and Harry felt fury bubble up inside of him. “You liar!” Harry growled, facing Lucius again. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Lucius Malfoy! You have nothing to gain by it!”
Lucius grinned wickedly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not lying. Look at him; he knows it’s true. It hurts him to think of i—Merlin, Draco, did you actually fall in love with Potter?!” His eyes had widened almost comically, and Harry could see the whites all around the grey irises. “I can’t believe it! You fucking did!”
The news of Draco having fallen in love with Harry in return was apparently taken very hard. Lucius looked absolutely enraged now as he took a furious step forward, but Harry brandished his wand at him, daring to take another step closer. “Don’t you fucking dare!” Harry hissed, unsure whether he had spoken in English or in Parseltongue, but whatever language it was spoken in, it was not lost on Lucius. He stopped dead in his tracks, but he was shaking.
“You little whore!” he howled, and he ripped his robes open to reveal his pale flesh to the cold winter air. Harry could see great cuts across his chest, fresh and bleeding, and he realized with a sick jolt that the man had carved his own son’s name harshly into the canvas of his flesh. “I gave you everything! I gave you life, I raised you, I….How could you betray me like this?!” He was screaming full-force now, and Harry could hear Draco sobbing like a child behind him. “HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME?!”
“HE HASN’T DONE SHIT TO YOU, YOU SICK FUCK!” Harry bellowed in return, and he backed right into Draco again. The boy’s hands moved desperately into Harry’s hair, and Harry could feel tears, cold as ice after their travel through the air, dripping into his hair. “Draco,” he whispered, and the hands on his head tightened. “Draco, be prepared to run. If I suddenly release you, be prepared to get the fuck out of here. Leave me…”
“No!” Draco choked, and he shook his head, though Harry did not see it. “I won’t leave you!”
“You will if I say you will, damn it!” Harry hissed, and he looked up into the other boy’s eyes briefly, seeing them filled with tears. He wanted to kiss him; he was tied to the front of the statue, and the wings spread out on either side of him. Draco looked as though he had assumed the substance of the statue, an angel frozen in time, and Harry did the hardest thing he had ever done—he stepped away from him.
Lucius snorted. “He’s no better for you, Draco…Look at him, leaving you exposed like that…” He seemed unfazed by Harry advancing on him, fury etched in every line of his face, and when Harry was suddenly feet from him, bristling, Lucius reached out to him with a nasty sneer. “Perhaps I should discover for myself what makes Potter so enticing…”
“DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM, HARRY!” Draco sobbed, watching as Harry continued to grow closer to his father. “DON’T!”
Tonks, Lupin, Moody, and Shacklebolt Apparated onto the front lawn of Malfoy Manor, and immediately heard the screaming occurring in the garden. “We can’t be too late?!” Tonks breathed, but the screaming did not seem as though it was brought on by pain. “Hurry…”
The four began running up the expanse of lawn, listening to the exchange between Lucius and Harry with dread. Then Draco’s voice was heard in the mix, and there was visible relief amongst the guard, but they did not stop running. They fought their ways through the garden, blasting the thorny bushes aside and creating a path to the clearing in the center of the garden, where they found Harry coming very close, dangerously close, to Lucius Malfoy while Draco hung upon the statue of an angel.
“Harry, what are you doing?!” Tonks yelled as Harry came within five feet of Lucius Malfoy, and Harry gave a start, looking over to her. He looked for a moment as though he could cry, but he turned steadfastly back to face Lucius, and, to the shock of every single person standing in the garden, Harry bowed to Lucius Malfoy.
“He’s going to duel him!” Kingsley whispered, and he watched as Lucius, obvious baffled, bowed back. “Is he mad?! God, someone get the boy off that fucking statue!”
Harry turned and took several paces from Lucius before he turned again, wand held aloft. For the first time, Lucius drew his own wand, which looked brand new. Harry assumed he had had to buy a new one after escaping prison, as his original would have been broken. The two men stared at one another for a moment before Harry gave a nod. “Prepare to die, Lucius Malfoy.”
Need to catch up?
Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen