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Assistant: Title: How It Haunts Me
        Author: LadySlytherin LadySlytherin 
        Chapter: 1/25 
        Summary: When Harry escapes from Malfoy Manor and takes the rest of Voldemort's prisoners with him, the Dark Lord isn't pleased...and it's Draco who is punished for it. After more than a month of imprisonment and abuse at Voldemort's hands, the Dark Lord finally falls, leaving Draco broken and unstable. To avoid Azkaban, Draco must complete his final year at Hogwarts, and there's no way he can manage it without help.Harry has no desire to be anyone's master; especially not Draco Malfoy. But he owes both Narcissa and Draco a hefty debt and this may be the only way to repay them. Besides, all he has to do is get Draco through the school year......right?
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


      
        
          So, this is my thank-you gift to pallidvixen, for her generous donation during the second Fandom Trumps Hate Charity Event. She's been supremely patient with me, as this monster of a fic has been exceedingly difficult to write, given the subject matter. But finally, four and a half years later, I get to start sharing it with you all!The tags will be updated as I post chapters, so please heed the tags with each chapter added if there's any concerns about potentially triggering subject-matter. My update schedule will be on Fridays...one chapter a week, unless I'm feeling generous and give y'all a bonus at some point. The final chapter-count is a best guess at the moment, and I'll update it accordingly as soon as I have a finalized total chapter count to give y'all.The header-art was made for me by twistedamusement13, despite the fact that she's not even in this fandom and therefore this isn't one of the fics she's pre-read for me.This story is not going to be easy to read. I say this with surety, because it hasn't been easy for me to write. But I do hope that if you take this journey with me - if you trust me to guide you through it - that you'll find some enjoyment in it along the way.As ever, remember that comments are love and I cherish them all, so pretty please leave me some down below!~ Sly
      
  

  
  
    
    
    

  
    Tuesday, 31st March, 1998
  
Narcissa didn’t bother looking up when the door opened. She, Lucius, and Draco had barely left the master bedroom in two days - ever since Harry Potter had escaped with the rest of their prisoners. The room was heavily warded with blood magic, so it could only be one person. Sure enough, her sister sat beside her on the settee a moment later. When Bella reached out and twined her fingers with Narcissa’s, she closed her eyes and bowed her head in defeat; even after the years of separation and Bella’s Azkaban-enhanced madness, they retained the ability to communicate without words. Some bonds ran too deep to ever shake off completely.“He’s decided.” Narcissa whispered, and it wasn’t a question. Bella said nothing, but squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Are you to be punished as well?”“Yes and no.” Narcissa turned and stared at her sister; she couldn't remember Bellatrix ever having sounded so defeated. “The punishment is designed to hurt us all, but not all of us will be directly punished.”Narcissa nodded, understanding that they would be made to suffer by proxy; hurting one of them while the others were forced to watch. She swallowed hard because it was easy to see who would be punished. Bellatrix cared little for anyone, other than her sister, and if her punishment was to watch one she loved being hurt...it was clearly Narcissa herself who would suffer. She would bear it with all of the grace and poise she could muster, though, because that was how she’d been raised. Besides, if it would spare her family some small measure of pain, it would be worth it.Her fear that it was she who would bear the brunt of this ordeal was confirmed when Bellatrix whispered. “I’m to take your wand, Cissy.”Narcissa nodded and held it out, though she whispered back. “Draco will need this when he returns to Hogwarts. If you could just...try to ensure that happens. Please.”Bella’s eyes shifted away for a moment, then she said. “Of course. The boy can hardly return to school with no wand.”Bella flicked Narcissa’s wand towards the door, which swung open silently to reveal Bella’s husband, Rodolphus, and his brother, Rabastan. Narcissa’s eyes, however, were glued to her sister’s face. Bella was hiding something, but what? Bella held out the wand to her husband, who took it with a somber look on his face. Bella refused to meet his eyes, even as he and Rabastan placed themselves in front of the settee as though protecting the women seated on it. Protecting...or guarding. But why?Narcissa tensed when McNair, Runcorn, and Dolohov walked into the room. That particular group didn’t bode well as all three men were known for their cruelty. Bellatrix had tensed beside Narcissa, and the hand still holding her sister’s hand tightened to a near-painful point. Narcissa looked at her again, and noticed that Bellatrix was not looking at the newcomers. No, her eyes were fixed on a point across the room, near the fireplace. Narcissa followed her sister’s gaze to where Lucius was staring broodingly into the low flames. Why would Bella be watching Lucius? Her sister and her husband barely tolerated each other. Even before Bella’s imprisonment, she and Lucius had never gotten along. It would hardly pain either of them to see the other punished.It was only a few moments later when everything made a sort of horrifying sense to Narcissa. Her chest tightened painfully and she had no hope of drawing in more air; her heart was pounding loudly in her ears; her skin felt cold and clammy all of a sudden. Bella whimpered softly beside her when Narcissa’s hand clenched around hers, nails biting into the tender flesh of her sister’s palm and giving away her distress. Narcissa began to shake her head, her whole body trembling, because what she was thinking couldn't possibly be true. Surely not even the Dark Lord was so cruel; so unforgiving; so merciless. It was beyond unconscionable.“Bella...” Narcissa whispered urgently, drawing her sister’s attention. “Bella, tell me it’s not...tell me I’m wrong. I need to know that I’m wrong.”Bella made a distressed sound, almost like a whine, and let her gaze shift back to the person who would be punished for their failure. “I tried to sway him.” She whispered back, and for the first time in many years Narcissa heard in her voice the same older sister who’d both teased and protected her while they were growing up. “I swear, Cissy, I tried...”Narcissa’s head turned sharply when Runcorn began to speak. “The Dark Lord has decided your family’s punishment for this latest failure. He has lost several prisoners who were rather important to him, and you let Potter get away. For these rather serious crimes, a very special sort of punishment has been chosen.”McNair and Dolohov both snickered; Narcissa’s hand itched for her wand but she knew there was nothing she could do except pray the torture - Crucio, or something else? - would be over quickly so she could soothe and comfort.“See, between missions and such for the Dark Lord, the Death Eaters have been growing a bit...restless, and bored. And some of us have been doing a good job; earning a reward and the like.” Dolohov’s common speech grated on Narcissa’s nerves most of the time, but there was little space in her anxious mind for such small irritations. “So’s that’s the punishment, isn’t it, then? Being our…entertainment.”Dolohov’s words were directed straight at Draco, who was sitting on a small footstool near Lucius; he had been quiet and withdrawn for months and he barely reacted to what was being said. But there was something strange in Dolohov’s tone - in the way he’d said ‘entertainment’ - that struck a chord with Narcissa. There was more than just sadistic glee behind that word; there was l@st. She slowly looked at each of the three men who were there to ‘punish’ them, taking in their expressions, and yes, there was no doubt about the way they were looking at Draco.“No...” The word was barely a sound; it was more breath than anything else.Still, it was heard and earned a cold laugh from Runcorn. “Figured out the game, Narcissa? It took you long enough.”“No.” This time the word was firmer; louder; harsher. “I won’t allow this.” Raising her chin and swallowing down her fear, Narcissa did what any mother would. “Take me instead. I’ll put myself in his stead for this punishment.”“Sorry, Narcissa.” But McNair didn’t sound particularly apologetic and Narcissa’s hand itched for her wand once more. “No exchanges, replacements, or substitutions.”While Narcissa tried to object, Runcorn had moved closer to Draco; he was now standing over the teenager. He reached out and used a single finger under Draco’s chin to tip the boy’s face up. Draco seemed weary and resigned, but not particularly afraid.  Narcissa could tell her son didn’t understand what was about to happen.“Such a pretty thing you are, Draco.” Runcorn crooned lowly, and confusion washed over Draco’s delicate features. When Runcorn’s thumb dragged slowly over Draco’s lower lip, grey eyes widened in shock and he tried to jerk backwards.“Uh-uh.” Runcorn chided, fingers curling tightly around Draco’s lower jaw. “I like my toys complacent, Draco. If you’re going to fight and be naughty, then Walden will have to tame you first. Is that what you want, pet? To play with Walden first?”Draco’s eyes shifted to McNair, who was leering at him, and Narcissa could see the moment her son finally understood. “No!” He cried out, jerking out of Runcorn’s grip. He wound up on the floor, scrambling backwards towards Lucius, eyes wild and terrified. “You...you can’t! I won’t let you...don’t you dare touch me!”As one, the three men moved, closing in on Draco, who cowered back against his father’s legs. Narcissa knew that the defeat and helplessness on Lucius’ face was surely written across her own as well because, after all, what could they do? None of them had wands; none of them could fight; none of them could stop this or protect Draco or save him from this fate. And still, when three rough sets of hands pulled her child away from his father, something inside her snapped. When greedy fingers pressed bruises into fair skin as Draco thrashed and screamed - though he couldn't have hoped to overpower even one of these men let alone all three - a wild thing inside Narcissa’s chest snarled and growled and shook off the chains of domestication and civility. When grey eyes filled with sheer terror met her own soft blue, Narcissa stopped being a refined lady and became nothing more or less than a mother.“Get your filthy hands off of him!” Her voice screamed through the room, sharp and laced with a terrible rage even as she threw herself forward. Wandless or not, she couldn't do nothing. “If any of you hurts him, I swear to Salazar I will murder you with my bare hands!”Narcissa came up short as Bella’s arms wrapped around her waist. Rodolphus and Rabastan shifted their stance in front of her as well, blocking her way should she manage to fight free of her sister. “Let me go, Bella, right now. I am going to kill you!” She screeched the words at the Death Eaters dragging her son from the room; Draco wasn’t making it easy on them.“You don’t even have a wand, Cissy.” Bellatrix hissed the words into her ear as she strained to hold onto her sister, who was like a wild animal in her arms. Narcissa was clawing at Bella’s restraining grip, kicking and thrashing as madly as Draco was. “Stop, sister. Please, you’ll hurt yourself...you’ll make this worse...just be still, please.”Narcissa ignored Bellatrix’s words, instead hissing and spitting at the men who weren’t paying her any attention; focused instead on her defenseless son. “I’ll claw your eyes out for looking at him that way, do you hear me? I swear, I’m going to rip your throats out with my teeth! I will bathe in your blood, you sick bastards, if you so much as touch him...”~*~*~*~Draco kicked Walden McNair in the stomach, completely unapologetic. His eyes went to his father, even as his body continued to fight against the hands - too many; too possessive; too rough - that were trying to subdue him. His skin itched and his mind rebelled at the idea of them elsewhere on his body; he shied away from the thought, unable to bear it. Lucius was watching him - watching them - with a look Draco had never seen before on his face. Fury, wrapped around pain, frozen over with the anguished understanding that there was nothing he could do. Draco watched his father’s hand tighten around the ornamental handle of his cane for a brief moment, before the older blonde’s jaw clenched and his hand relaxed. There was no point in white-knuckling that wood, which had once surrounded magic and now held nothing but empty space and the sickening certainty that he could do nothing to protect his only child from the mistakes he had made.Draco’s eyes moved to his uncles, who were standing stony-faced and unyielding in front of his mother and aunt. Draco expected no sympathy from them; neither cared for him at all. In truth, he hadn’t thought his aunt cared either but there was sorrow and regret and apologies scrawled across her once-beautiful face when their grey eyes met. Her arms were locked tight around Narcissa, and she didn’t even seem to notice the blood welling in the scratches on her face from her sister’s nails, and Draco suddenly knew that Bellatrix restrained Narcissa not because she wanted Draco hurt but because she didn’t want her sister dead for interfering. Despite his own desperation to be somehow rescued, a part of Draco was grateful for this; he didn’t want his mother hurt, either.It was that thought that had Draco falling still at last. His captors nearly dropped him in surprise when he became complacent in their grip, but it didn’t matter. The more he fought, the worse his ‘punishment’ would be, and the more his mother would suffer. Nothing - not his virtue, not the shredded remains of his pride and dignity, not even his life - was worth that. Somehow, his complacency had an invigorating effect on Narcissa. She finally broke free of her sister, only to come up short when Rodolphus - who was a large, intimidating sort of fellow - seized her around the waist and dragged her back against him.Draco had never really seen any resemblance between his mother - blonde, delicate, calm - and her sister Bellatrix - dark-haired, harsh features, a wild edge to everything about her. Now, with madness splashed over her, the resemblance was striking. Narcissa’s face was contorted into a vicious snarl as she shrieked for blood. Her limbs flailed wildly, nails ripping into any flesh she could make contact with. A flush stained her pale skin and her eyes were wild and rolling in her head. Her normally perfect hair was a disheveled wreck as she jerked and writhed in her brother-in-law’s arms, as though in the midst of a seizure or fit.Draco locked eyes with her and tried to will his expression to say the lies he couldn't quite wrap his voice around: ‘I’ll be fine.’ and ‘I’ll get through this.’ and ‘There’s nothing to worry about, because I’m strong enough to survive anything.’The last thing Draco saw as the Death Eaters forced him from the relative safety of his parents’ room was the promise of vengeance on his mother’s face, and the overwhelming grief in her eyes. No one had said it, but everyone knew the truth: the Death Eaters weren’t planning on giving Draco back. Ever.~*~*~*~Harry had watched the Map - at least a little every day - after they left Malfoy Manor. Luna’s name had eventually reappeared on it, which was at least slightly reassuring. And though he wasn’t deliberately searching for it - and though he’d certainly never tell anyone he’d even noticed - Harry was possibly, maybe, just the tiniest little bit concerned about the fact that Malfoy’s name never did.A small part of Harry’s mind wondered if the Malfoys had been punished for their escape, and what that punishment might have been. The concern was added to by nightmares he woke up from every few nights - nightmares filled with platinum hair, and pale skin, and the sound of screaming - but Harry could never recall them fully once he’d startled awake and he wasn’t sure if they were conjured by his subconscious or if they were visions; glimpses of what Voldemort was seeing and doing. He feared they were the latter, mostly because he never woke up afraid. Instead, he woke with a strange, unpleasant, writhing sort of excitement coiled low in his belly, and coupled with the faint memories of screaming, it left Harry feeling nauseated whenever it occurred.In the end, Harry had larger, more pressing concerns than the Malfoys and whatever troubles they might be having; the big picture was all he had the energy for anymore. So he pushed the Malfoys - Draco included - out of his mind, and never tried very hard to remember the flashes of visions or nightmares or whatever they were. He could think of nothing save Horcruxes, and ending Voldemort’s reign. Nothing else mattered. Besides, the surest way to stop the screaming in his head - in his dreams - was to defeat the Dark Lord. So Harry focused on that.When Harry, Ron, and Hermione were confronted in the Room of Requirement - by Crabbe and Goyle, led by Blaise Zabini - Harry’s mind flickered briefly to Draco Malfoy’s missing dot on the map, and his nightmarish visions and the sound of agonized screaming. Zabini snarled about losses on all fronts - Harry had no idea what that was supposed to mean, and Zabini didn’t seem inclined to explain, and honestly Harry wasn’t sure he even wanted to know - and Hermione shouted back about how ‘no one wins with war’ and Harry’s mind raced. Finally, he shouted that he had a stupid bl@@dy tiara to find in order to end this whole awful mess, and if everyone could just help him look then that would make life much simpler, thank you very bleeding much.Much to Harry’s surprise - because he’d expected a duel, really - Zabini had immediately set Crabbe and Goyle to watch the door, then helped them search. It was Zabini who found the diadem, and it was Zabini who cast a spell - something called Fiendfyre, which Hermione had seemed hesitant to let him cast but which the Slytherin had kept quite small and well-controlled - which destroyed the Horcrux. It had then been more running off - there were other things to find and do - and Harry barely spared another thought for any Slytherins for a bit.When Harry came back to life in that awful clearing in the forest, and Narcissa Malfoy knelt beside him to check if he was alive, Harry held his breath and wondered if she would betray him. He peeked up at her through slitted eyes and wondered why she looked so...old. So much older than she had a month ago, when he’d seen her last. Her face was drawn, with more wrinkles than he remembered; her hair was lank and stringy around her face and she looked so thin her cheekbones seemed dangerously close to tearing through her skin. Her eyes were wild and Harry wondered if madness really could run in the blood, because for the first time that he had seen she looked very much like her sister, Bellatrix, who was in the background cooing over Voldemort in concern.With her ragged nails biting into the flesh of Harry’s wrist, Narcissa leaned in and hissed in a voice laced with desperation and urgency. “Can you kill him?”Harry didn’t hesitate; barely moving his lips and with his voice no louder than a sigh, he answered with a single word. “Yes.”Narcissa looked up, triumph making her eyes glow and a grin splitting her face. “Dead!” She declared it with such joy - such utter elation - that no one present doubted her. Harry spent the entire walk to Hogwarts - carried in a sobbing Hagrid’s arms - thinking about a lot of things, one of which was Narcissa Malfoy’s strange actions and his own burning curiosity about where Draco Malfoy currently was, because he’d seen neither hide nor hair of the blonde Slytherin. Not among the Hogwarts students and staff, and not among the Death Eaters. And when he explained about his mastery of the Elder Wand - and how it was really all thanks to disarming Draco, who had been its unknowing master before that - Harry’s mind flitted briefly to the teenager in question. He supposed it didn’t really matter where Draco was, though, and his mind didn’t linger on it for long.Instead, he cast his spell and watched Voldemort’s body fall to the ground, mortal once more and thus capable of death; as fragile in the end as anyone else had ever been.A week later, Harry testified at the trials of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy - helping to lighten their sentences with his words. Lucius managed his own sentencing with the same slick aplomb he’d managed most of his life, and Harry didn’t offer to help him at all. Not that Lucius needed it, though Harry was pretty sure he wouldn’t have given it even if he had. Maybe for Narcissa’s sake...maybe.Harry sent Draco’s wand back via owl the day after his trial, and then he put the other boy out of his mind. All the vague memories he had - of visions filled with hoarse sobbing, and pale skin bruising under his - Voldemort’s - too rough hands, and a twisted sort of pleasure curling through his veins - were forgotten. Brushed aside in the elation that followed the fall of Voldemort. Dismissed as unimportant in the long run. And though Harry would later be ashamed to admit it, he didn’t think of Draco Malfoy again for quite a few months.When he finally did...well, it was all because of Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.'
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