Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Victim ❯ Victim ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TwistedHybrid 
His cries of pain could be heard throughout the mansion, not that it really mattered, concidering they were alone. If only December would come. December he would be free of the hell, previously known as his life. December he would be 17, and no longer would he have to be his father's favorite toy. But December was a little more then 4 months away. School was less then a month away, meaning 3 more weeks with his father, and this time around, he wasn't sure he could handle it.
Draco was used to the beatings. He was used to the feel the whip being brought down on his scarred back. He was even used to the violent feel of his father violating him from behind with whatever was around at the time. That was just between him and his father. He learned at a young age that his father enjoyed to dicipline and train him, by whatever means necessary.
It was when his father brought his mother into their twisted affair that he started to truely resent his father. His mother had always been a very fragile creature. His father had trained her well, as well, which was probably why she never left. She was a slave first and a mother second. And when she finally stood up to him, to Lucius, to her own husband of almost 20 years, he killed her; but of course not without making sure Draco was present. He watched as his father tortured her for hours; beating her, raping her, violating her, cutting her open and prying into the wounds. Everytime she fainting from the agony he woke her up and did it all over again, until finally she bled out. His father made her into an example, and set up the seen as a suicide. Draco was of course sworn into secrecy.
And the abuse only got worse.
It became a daily thing since his mother died, almost a month ago. He wasn't sleeping because of the pain and when he did manage to slip off into a light sleep, he was plagued with nightmares. The bloody near-lifeless body of his motheras the image, with her last words ringing contantly in his ears. I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.
I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Over and over he heard that, he saw that. Over and over, and it never stopped. The whip came down hard again. And again. And again. His throat was raw from all the screaming, but he knew he couldn't stop. Even so, he started coughing, his body vibrating and shaking violently. Mr. Malfoy stopped with his attack on his sons back and reached down grabbing his hair roughly, ripping his face up from behind and whispering icily into his ear, "Stop your moving boy, and I want to hear you screaming. You don't want the tragidy that happened to your mother to be repeated onto yourself, now do you?" He laughed roughly, before throwing Draco head back down, hitting the floor rather painfully.
"You should be lucky that I treat you so well boy; you are such a spoiled son. I hope you will remember this when you help to conceive the next Malfoy heir. Pansy will make a perfectly suitable wife, though I have a feeling she will need more training then your whore mother did. She was quite submissive, even before our training. So fragile, wouldn't you say? That Pansy seems to have some life to her. Maybe I could have a go with her before you get settled down. She's so...ripe, isn't she? You haven't even fucked her yet, have you? Wonder why...why indeed. Could it be that you enjoy our little sessions so much, you act out with little boys instead of little girls. How pathetic." he said, and laughed again. Draco could hear him undoing his belt and removing his pants, and he knew what was coming next, and tried to block out everything that he could. He tried hard to block out everything that was going on, that was happening to him, but this time, like all the other times since his mother had died, it was more apinful, more violent, more unrelenting as his father slammed into him hard; he could help but crying out. By now tears had formed in his eyes and were running down his cheeks onto the floor of Malfoy manor, which his father relentlessly continuous slammed him into with his harsh thrusts.
He finished quicker this time, and left immediately, without a single word to his son. He left Draco laying on the floor, in too much pain to move, and bleeding to death on the cold hardwood floor of Malfoy manor for what seemed like hours, but in reality was really only maybe a hour, maybe less. When his father returned, his mood was different. He was different. Instead of the usual cruel, smug, superior look he had, Lucius Malfoy looked angry. Very angry. He grabbed Draco by the arm roughly and literally dragged him out to the foyer of Malfoy manor and threw his wand at him.
"I no longer have any use of a pathetic whore child like you Draco. I no longer want you in this house." Lucius smiled cruelly. "I know just the place to drop you." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body to clothe him. "Now remember Draco, no telling about our little secret." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body again.
Draco felt the naucius feeling of being apparated. The new naucius feeling combined with the pain of his fathers abuse was to much for him, and Draco felt himself slipping out of conciousness. He felt himself land somewhere hard, and he tried to force his body to react, becuase the last thing he honestly wanted was for someone to find him. He heard people, definitly close by, he wasn't really sure where. His vision was blurry at best, but he thought he saw someone staring at him. Before he could do anything though, he passed out.
And when he came too, he was staring into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.
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Author's Note: Ok, so that was the first chapter. Hope you like it. Please review if you do!! ^-^
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Mystery / Horror / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.11.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
His cries of pain could be heard throughout the mansion, not that it really mattered, concidering they were alone. If only December would come. December he would be free of the hell, previously known as his life. December he would be 17, and no longer would he have to be his father's favorite toy. But December was a little more then 4 months away. School was less then a month away, meaning 3 more weeks with his father, and this time around, he wasn't sure he could handle it.
Draco was used to the beatings. He was used to the feel the whip being brought down on his scarred back. He was even used to the violent feel of his father violating him from behind with whatever was around at the time. That was just between him and his father. He learned at a young age that his father enjoyed to dicipline and train him, by whatever means necessary.
It was when his father brought his mother into their twisted affair that he started to truely resent his father. His mother had always been a very fragile creature. His father had trained her well, as well, which was probably why she never left. She was a slave first and a mother second. And when she finally stood up to him, to Lucius, to her own husband of almost 20 years, he killed her; but of course not without making sure Draco was present. He watched as his father tortured her for hours; beating her, raping her, violating her, cutting her open and prying into the wounds. Everytime she fainting from the agony he woke her up and did it all over again, until finally she bled out. His father made her into an example, and set up the seen as a suicide. Draco was of course sworn into secrecy.
And the abuse only got worse.
It became a daily thing since his mother died, almost a month ago. He wasn't sleeping because of the pain and when he did manage to slip off into a light sleep, he was plagued with nightmares. The bloody near-lifeless body of his motheras the image, with her last words ringing contantly in his ears. I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.
I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Over and over he heard that, he saw that. Over and over, and it never stopped. The whip came down hard again. And again. And again. His throat was raw from all the screaming, but he knew he couldn't stop. Even so, he started coughing, his body vibrating and shaking violently. Mr. Malfoy stopped with his attack on his sons back and reached down grabbing his hair roughly, ripping his face up from behind and whispering icily into his ear, "Stop your moving boy, and I want to hear you screaming. You don't want the tragidy that happened to your mother to be repeated onto yourself, now do you?" He laughed roughly, before throwing Draco head back down, hitting the floor rather painfully.
"You should be lucky that I treat you so well boy; you are such a spoiled son. I hope you will remember this when you help to conceive the next Malfoy heir. Pansy will make a perfectly suitable wife, though I have a feeling she will need more training then your whore mother did. She was quite submissive, even before our training. So fragile, wouldn't you say? That Pansy seems to have some life to her. Maybe I could have a go with her before you get settled down. She's so...ripe, isn't she? You haven't even fucked her yet, have you? Wonder why...why indeed. Could it be that you enjoy our little sessions so much, you act out with little boys instead of little girls. How pathetic." he said, and laughed again. Draco could hear him undoing his belt and removing his pants, and he knew what was coming next, and tried to block out everything that he could. He tried hard to block out everything that was going on, that was happening to him, but this time, like all the other times since his mother had died, it was more apinful, more violent, more unrelenting as his father slammed into him hard; he could help but crying out. By now tears had formed in his eyes and were running down his cheeks onto the floor of Malfoy manor, which his father relentlessly continuous slammed him into with his harsh thrusts.
He finished quicker this time, and left immediately, without a single word to his son. He left Draco laying on the floor, in too much pain to move, and bleeding to death on the cold hardwood floor of Malfoy manor for what seemed like hours, but in reality was really only maybe a hour, maybe less. When his father returned, his mood was different. He was different. Instead of the usual cruel, smug, superior look he had, Lucius Malfoy looked angry. Very angry. He grabbed Draco by the arm roughly and literally dragged him out to the foyer of Malfoy manor and threw his wand at him.
"I no longer have any use of a pathetic whore child like you Draco. I no longer want you in this house." Lucius smiled cruelly. "I know just the place to drop you." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body to clothe him. "Now remember Draco, no telling about our little secret." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body again.
Draco felt the naucius feeling of being apparated. The new naucius feeling combined with the pain of his fathers abuse was to much for him, and Draco felt himself slipping out of conciousness. He felt himself land somewhere hard, and he tried to force his body to react, becuase the last thing he honestly wanted was for someone to find him. He heard people, definitly close by, he wasn't really sure where. His vision was blurry at best, but he thought he saw someone staring at him. Before he could do anything though, he passed out.
And when he came too, he was staring into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note: Ok, so that was the first chapter. Hope you like it. Please review if you do!! ^-^
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Mystery / Horror / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.11.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
His cries of pain could be heard throughout the mansion, not that it really mattered, concidering they were alone. If only December would come. December he would be free of the hell, previously known as his life. December he would be 17, and no longer would he have to be his father's favorite toy. But December was a little more then 4 months away. School was less then a month away, meaning 3 more weeks with his father, and this time around, he wasn't sure he could handle it.Draco was used to the beatings. He was used to the feel the whip being brought down on his scarred back. He was even used to the violent feel of his father violating him from behind with whatever was around at the time. That was just between him and his father. He learned at a young age that his father enjoyed to dicipline and train him, by whatever means necessary. It was when his father brought his mother into their twisted affair that he started to truely resent his father. His mother had always been a very fragile creature. His father had trained her well, as well, which was probably why she never left. She was a slave first and a mother second. And when she finally stood up to him, to Lucius, to her own husband of almost 20 years, he killed her; but of course not without making sure Draco was present. He watched as his father tortured her for hours; beating her, raping her, violating her, cutting her open and prying into the wounds. Everytime she fainting from the agony he woke her up and did it all over again, until finally she bled out. His father made her into an example, and set up the seen as a suicide. Draco was of course sworn into secrecy. And the abuse only got worse. It became a daily thing since his mother died, almost a month ago. He wasn't sleeping because of the pain and when he did manage to slip off into a light sleep, he was plagued with nightmares. The bloody near-lifeless body of his motheras the image, with her last words ringing contantly in his ears. I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Over and over he heard that, he saw that. Over and over, and it never stopped. The whip came down hard again. And again. And again. His throat was raw from all the screaming, but he knew he couldn't stop. Even so, he started coughing, his body vibrating and shaking violently. Mr. Malfoy stopped with his attack on his sons back and reached down grabbing his hair roughly, ripping his face up from behind and whispering icily into his ear, "Stop your moving boy, and I want to hear you screaming. You don't want the tragidy that happened to your mother to be repeated onto yourself, now do you?" He laughed roughly, before throwing Draco head back down, hitting the floor rather painfully. "You should be lucky that I treat you so well boy; you are such a spoiled son. I hope you will remember this when you help to conceive the next Malfoy heir. Pansy will make a perfectly suitable wife, though I have a feeling she will need more training then your whore mother did. She was quite submissive, even before our training. So fragile, wouldn't you say? That Pansy seems to have some life to her. Maybe I could have a go with her before you get settled down. She's so...ripe, isn't she? You haven't even fucked her yet, have you? Wonder why...why indeed. Could it be that you enjoy our little sessions so much, you act out with little boys instead of little girls. How pathetic." he said, and laughed again. Draco could hear him undoing his belt and removing his pants, and he knew what was coming next, and tried to block out everything that he could. He tried hard to block out everything that was going on, that was happening to him, but this time, like all the other times since his mother had died, it was more apinful, more violent, more unrelenting as his father slammed into him hard; he could help but crying out. By now tears had formed in his eyes and were running down his cheeks onto the floor of Malfoy manor, which his father relentlessly continuous slammed him into with his harsh thrusts.He finished quicker this time, and left immediately, without a single word to his son. He left Draco laying on the floor, in too much pain to move, and bleeding to death on the cold hardwood floor of Malfoy manor for what seemed like hours, but in reality was really only maybe a hour, maybe less. When his father returned, his mood was different. He was different. Instead of the usual cruel, smug, superior look he had, Lucius Malfoy looked angry. Very angry. He grabbed Draco by the arm roughly and literally dragged him out to the foyer of Malfoy manor and threw his wand at him."I no longer have any use of a pathetic whore child like you Draco. I no longer want you in this house." Lucius smiled cruelly. "I know just the place to drop you." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body to clothe him. "Now remember Draco, no telling about our little secret." he said, before waving his hand over his sons body again.Draco felt the naucius feeling of being apparated. The new naucius feeling combined with the pain of his fathers abuse was to much for him, and Draco felt himself slipping out of conciousness. He felt himself land somewhere hard, and he tried to force his body to react, becuase the last thing he honestly wanted was for someone to find him. He heard people, definitly close by, he wasn't really sure where. His vision was blurry at best, but he thought he saw someone staring at him. Before he could do anything though, he passed out.And when he came too, he was staring into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Author's Note: Ok, so that was the first chapter. Hop;e you like it. Please review if you do!! ^-^