Debauched 1

• Chapter One: The Rescue

Narcissa closed her eyes tight as the screaming reached her. Her fists clenched in her silk robes and she pursed her lips with a grimace. The horrible screams echoed off the dungeon walls, growing louder and shriller as the torture continued. Narcissa sucked in her breathed when they turned into gasps and then finally sobs.

She heard gruff voices, saw flashes of light as the spells reflected off the cold, stone walls. Her own lips quivered when she thought of what they could be doing to him-of how they were torturing her own son in her own house! Her heart beat frantically when she heard his cries and pleas spoken in a broken voice. This had been going on for days now and Narcissa knew it had to be stopped-even if it cost her her life.

Her son did not deserve this-he was not the one who needed to suffer for his parents' mistakes. Narcissa had made her resolve the day Lucious was arrested. She had never stood up to the man regrettably, but there was no need for her to defend his ideals now that he was in Azkaban.

She waited with bated breath for what seemed like hours before the iron doors crashed open and the men piled out-some laughing at the crude remarks another made, quite a few throwing glances back over their shoulders as though sorry to have stopped the fun.

No one saw the slim woman pressed against the shadows. She moved quick as lightning through the crack before the double doors sealed themselves shut. It was very dim in the cell-save for the flicker of high set torches, but it took Narcissa's eyes only moments to adjust. She knew what she was here for and wasted no time in attending to the task at hand, having spotted her target.

"Draco?" she softly called as she hurried towards the back dungeon wall. There was no response-not even a whimper. Wide-eyed, she quickly dropped beside the crumpled heap and, sorting his limbs from the single tangled sheet, turned the naked boy onto his back.

He was unconscious and awfully cold. Blood seeped steadily from a long gash on the side of his forehead. There were numerous scratches, bite marks, and tell tale signs of whip lashes all over his pale body. They decorated the dirty sheet crimson. Narcissa blinked back tears as she gently pulled him into her lap and leaned over him, tracing the open wound.

With a trembling hand, she gripped her ebony wand and began healing the wound. She caressed his damp blonde bangs back from his forehead as the cut slowly sealed shut, leaving behind dark, bloody smudges. She spelled those clean before tending to the numerous welts. They crisscrossed his chest and back, snaking around his arms and even his slender neck.

Narcissa tried to control the tears that fell fast down her cheeks. She muffled her sobs as she continued to heal him. It took longer this time and her hand was shaking badly by the time she finally set her wand aside.

Laying him back onto the cold floor, she pulled the flimsy sheet lower, dreading what she would find. A gasp escaped her when his pale thighs, marred with burns and welts, were revealed. Blood was dripping steadily from between them-dripping from the inside.

She took a deep breath and parted his legs, her heart clenching at what her poor boy had suffered. She spelled the blood and cold semen away with a flick of her wand. Holding his thighs firmly apart, she knelt to examine the damage.

He was still bleeding-albeit not profusely. The skin around his anus was red and angry, the tears so awful that she could see them plainly. Wincing inwardly, Narcissa brought her wand tip closer and murmured the few spells she knew to help.

They did nothing more than soothe the pain temporarily. The tears would have to mend by themselves. She had no salve-no potion- to speed his recovery. With a sigh, she straightened and thanked Merlin that they hadn't tampered with his phallus as much. There were no visible wounds and it lay limp, spent after his forced debauchery.

Shrugging off her outer robe, Narcissa wrapped him in the silken folds before gathering him in her lap again. She cradled his head to her chest, holding him close, as though afraid he would slip from her fingers like water.

She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on top of his blonde head, breathing in his musty, damp scent, still somewhat his own. Unconsciously, she began to rock with him as she had done often when he was a child.

Tears slipped from her closed lids, mingling into his soft hair. Narcissa bit her lip, trying to steady herself. She wondered what her son had ever done to deserve this. She blamed herself. She had failed him again, but she would not fail him now.

His limp hand, clasped in hers, suddenly twitched, and Narcissa froze. She lifted her head and waited with bated breath as his eyes moved rapidly beneath their lids. He seemed to be fighting some invisible demon-perhaps clinging onto Morpheus and refusing to rise to the waking world.

"Draco?" Narcissa whispered.

Draco's eyes popped open and he began flailing without warning.

"Draco!" Narcissa cried, trying to keep him in her embrace. "Draco, it's me! It's Mother!"

He stilled just as suddenly as he had started, going limp in her arms. His grey eyes focused on her, chapped lips parting slightly.

"M-mother?" a whisper of a voice-but Narcissa heard him loud and clear.

She pulled the robes up his shoulders from where they'd fallen and hugged him closer, rocking him gently as she spoke.

"It's going to be alright now," she murmured, brushing back his bangs and kissing his forehead. "They won't hurt you any more-I won't let them."

"Mother…"

She stopped rocking and stared into his pained eyes. There was so much sorrow and…emptiness.

"Mother," he rasped again, clasping her hand in a weak grip. "You should leave-"

"No!"

"They'll know if you help me-"

"Then let them! I am your mother, Draco, and I can't-I can't-" Her voice caught in her throat as she thought of all that had happened to her one and only son.

She wiped them hastily and chaffed his arms, as though it would help calm her nerves.

"Come, Draco." Grasping his arms she helped him up, holding him steady when he complained of dizziness.

"Mother, wha-"

"Shh…I'm going to apparate us and then you'll be safe. Come."

Draco watched her with hazy eyes. He had no idea what his mother was talking about. How could they simply apparate through the wards? And would they ever be safe from the Dark Lord?

"Hold on, love," Narcissa whispered and Draco closed his eyes tight as the world suddenly began to spin.

They landed with a soft thud in a clearing. Narcissa had apparated them to a forest and it was late evening. The trees were eerily silent and not an animal made a sound.

"Where are we?" Draco managed to ask after he'd caught his breath.

"The Forest of Dean," she replied, leading him outside the clearing and deeper into the woods.

Draco followed her silently for a time, limping pitifully. It wasn't long before his legs began to protest and Narcissa was forced to let him rest.

"Mother, leave, please. Th-they'll know," he pleaded for the fifth time.

Narcissa didn't reply, choosing to tuck a lock of blonde hair behind her son's ear instead. She gazed thoughtfully at his pale face for a time, knowing the inevitable was drawing near.

"I will have to leave you," she quietly agreed, "But not by choice. He will not know where you are and he will not find out who helped you escape."

Draco nodded, thinking this would save his mother. His brain was a little fuzzy and he was having trouble focusing his eyes.

"Yes, go back mother. It's too dangerous."

She gave him a thin smile, sad and drawn. One last time, she pulled him to her and then finally released him with a light kiss on the cheek.

"You have to promise me you'll stay safe, Dragon," she whispered. "Promise me."

He nodded, although a bit confused by her sudden change. She hadn't called him "dragon" since he was six after all.

"Good. Now, do you hear the river? It's some ways over that hill. I want you to follow it, Draco. It should lead you to a village. I know there is a muggle village outside this forest. When you happen upon it, get help, love. They will give you shelter and food. Stay there as long as you must. Don't venture into the Wizarding world and don't trust anyone. Do you understand, Draco?"

He nodded again, gulping at the serious implications. She was abandoning him…but it was ok. He did not want his mother to die trying to save him.

"I-I understand, Mother," he croaked.

She gave him a watery smile and pulling out her wand, closed it in his palm.

"What are you doing?" Draco cried, trying to pull his hand back.

Narcissa held his fist closed in a firm grip over her wand. "I want you to have it," she said, knowing he had lost his sometime back. "These woods are dangerous and you need it more than I do."

"Mother I can't." Draco tried to protest, but in vain. In the end, his mother had her way.

She kissed him on the forehead before standing to leave.

"Remember, Draco, trust no one," she said, "And remember, I love you."

He parted his lips to say the same, but before he could, she was gone.

**

That very evening, Narcissa Malfoy poisoned herself. Her body was found in one of the manor's many chambers five hours later. They knew why she had died alright-and the Dark Lord was furious-but there was no link as to the whereabouts of her son. He was missing and soon, they hoped, he would be dead.