The Reconstruction of Draco Malfoy (Chapter 1)PG:15 Angst, Dark Themes, Mature Themes
Harry watched sickened as they pulled draco out of the box for what else could you call it , it was an ingenious and terrible cell it seemed solid from the inside stone, dark and unbreakable. From the outside it looked like glass showing who ever cared to look the prisoner inside, it was elevated attached to no wall or floor or ceiling hovering. It’s height made it perfect for comfortable viewing and access, access if you had the right codes that is otherwise... It had taken 3 hours to disarm the traps to keep the cell form exploding or crushing the occupant or emitting a poison gas and killing everyone. 3 hours, Harry had thought nothing would be worse then the two years of looking for Draco, he’d thought that but he had been so very wrong. These last three hours had been hell agony that had almost driven him insane, but then it was over the cell was opened Draco blinking in the light whimpering in fear putting Harry’s heart back in his mouth. “Draco...oh god...it will be ok... well get you out it will be ok”, then the realization had come Draco didn’t know him not even as an enemy not as an old school rival not as a lover not as a husband. Harry didn’t know how he’d found the air to speak but he had reassuring the man he loved so much as the medi witches took him away to try and heal his broken body. ‘His mind?’ Harry wondered ‘what of his mind’ with a sigh and a shudder Harry look away form the cell turning to Bill “ he should die for this...die in the worst way we can manage...”
Bill said nothing a moment then nods his dragon hide trench coat moved as he did his long hair tied with a similar thong, he looked older now more tired something in his eyes having gone out over the last few years. “ I know Harry but we still need the bastard, not only to figure out what he did here ... but to find the rest of his experiments.” Harry flinched at the mention on the others still missing and he swallowed, I’m being selfish I know it I just what him dead Bill for what he did to Dray... he didn’t....he doesn’t even remember me.” Harry paced the room that held the cell for a time until Bill pulled him away and ordered him to rest but how could he how could he rest knowing what had happened what was still happening.
Harry went back to his home though the home he and Draco had picked out together , Draco choice in furniture, Harry had taken care of the kitchen appliances determined to have muggle ones as well. They had argued over paint and tile flooring and light fixtures, till they had fallen down laughing this home was their’s every inch. Harry ran his hand over the divan that Draco hand picked out the one his loved to lounge on laughed on, he could see the ghost of his husband and his relaxed grin as he stretched over the supple leather. As he watched the remembered image faded and he swallowed back tears, this was worse, worse then not knowing worse then death. Draco was back Draco was safe being taken care of healed and no longer his . He had imagined so many times pulling Draco into his arms kissing him holding him and now...? Harry let go of the divan realizing his knuckles had gone white and he took stumbling steps into the bed room their room their bed and his body collapsed no longer to hold him up and through the night he wept.
On the other side of London medi-witches sedated a crying Draco Malfoy as potions began to work on his thin mottled frame and the head witch in charge of his case sighed she’s hoped she’s seen the last of the victims of war but she knew form the look this was one and somehow she knew that he wouldn’t be the last. As the thrashing young man settled down she stroked his brow “ god’s grace be wit’ ye ... Lil dragon”
Meanwhile in a cell of his own in the reconstructed Azkaban a man laughed wildly his ice blue eyes sharp and hard as diamonds as he tossed back his head in glee dirty white blond hair splaying around him in a greasy fall as Lucius Malfoy laughed.
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Bill said nothing a moment then nods his dragon hide trench coat moved as he did his long hair tied with a similar thong, he looked older now more tired something in his eyes having gone out over the last few years. “ I know Harry but we still need the bastard, not only to figure out what he did here ... but to find the rest of his experiments.” Harry flinched at the mention on the others still missing and he swallowed, I’m being selfish I know it I just what him dead Bill for what he did to Dray... he didn’t....he doesn’t even remember me.” Harry paced the room that held the cell for a time until Bill pulled him away and ordered him to rest but how could he how could he rest knowing what had happened what was still happening.
Harry went back to his home though the home he and Draco had picked out together , Draco choice in furniture, Harry had taken care of the kitchen appliances determined to have muggle ones as well. They had argued over paint and tile flooring and light fixtures, till they had fallen down laughing this home was their’s every inch. Harry ran his hand over the divan that Draco hand picked out the one his loved to lounge on laughed on, he could see the ghost of his husband and his relaxed grin as he stretched over the supple leather. As he watched the remembered image faded and he swallowed back tears, this was worse, worse then not knowing worse then death. Draco was back Draco was safe being taken care of healed and no longer his . He had imagined so many times pulling Draco into his arms kissing him holding him and now...? Harry let go of the divan realizing his knuckles had gone white and he took stumbling steps into the bed room their room their bed and his body collapsed no longer to hold him up and through the night he wept.
On the other side of London medi-witches sedated a crying Draco Malfoy as potions began to work on his thin mottled frame and the head witch in charge of his case sighed she’s hoped she’s seen the last of the victims of war but she knew form the look this was one and somehow she knew that he wouldn’t be the last. As the thrashing young man settled down she stroked his brow “ god’s grace be wit’ ye ... Lil dragon”
Meanwhile in a cell of his own in the reconstructed Azkaban a man laughed wildly his ice blue eyes sharp and hard as diamonds as he tossed back his head in glee dirty white blond hair splaying around him in a greasy fall as Lucius Malfoy laughed.
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