GIFT for Melusinahp
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marguerite_26I'm doing this a couple days early because with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_career_fair starting tomorrow, I'm afraid that I'm going to lose track of time. Plus, who doesn't like to get prezzies early?
I said I would soon write something light and funny. THIS IS NOT IT. This is for the fabulous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melusinahp, who has been an amazing friend to me this past year. Darling, I went as dark as I possibly could for you. And it turns out… that's pretty dark. LOL.
Title: Two Wrongs
Author:marguerite_26
Rating: NC-17 – for violence, not sex
Characters: Draco, James (not paired)
Summary: Draco swallowed his anger, buried it deep and began to plan.
Warnings: Dark themes: torture, bullying. James is 17.
Word Count: 528
Author's Notes: Happy birthdaymelusinahp! Thank you to snegurochka_lee for the beta and advice. ♥
He stood at the bedside of the quiet ward, his eyes never leaving his son's bandaged wrist. The fall could have been worse. Next time it might be. He stalked from the room before Scorpius could see the anguish in his eyes.
~o~
He raised the rod and let it fall. The thwack echoed through the stone walls of the Malfoy dungeons and the boy cried out, loud and painful and perfect. The pale skin tore apart on contact. He had yet to beg. Draco guessed another dozen strikes; Potters were stubborn bastards.
~o~
He felt the Glamour the instant Scorpius stepped off the train. He said nothing in the crowd. After dinner that night, he hesitated. His son was fourteen and deserved his privacy.
His need to know won out.
When Scorpius complied and the Glamour dropped, Scorpius looked up at him: his eyes were a deep purple, nearly swollen shut and filled with humiliation. Draco swallowed his anger, buried it deep, and began to plan.
~o~
The eldest Potter swung from the ceiling, wrists bleeding from the heavy manacles cutting into his skin as he struggled. His naked back and buttocks shone red and angry from the lashes. Blood dripped down his thighs.
Potter wept. "I never touched him."
Draco hit him again.
~o~
The last owl came late one February night. The words were all too familiar: 'Your son is in the hospital wing. There has been an accident. MM'
~o~
Draco walked across the dungeon and placed the rod on a small table beside various other devices. He perused the choices, traced a leather collar with his finger and smiled.
With a flick of his wand the collar flew across the room and wrapped itself around Potter's neck.
~o~
"He's in a coma. We don't know what happened. He was found at the bottom of a set of stairs in the library."
~o~
James gasped as the collar tightened. Every sixty seconds it would tighten a little further, spelled to release only when the victim fell out of consciousness.
~o~
Draco waited by his son's bedside for three months. Scorpius woke a week after his fifteenth birthday, pale and trembling.
Draco submitted the request for a transfer to Durmstrang the next day. He should have done it long ago.
~o~
He watched the young man hang from the ceiling, limp and lifeless. It was cathartic. He almost wished he could share it with Scorpius, but Scorpius had no stomach for violence.
Reluctantly, he released the body and whispered the spell to trigger his breathing again. It was almost disappointing when the body jerked back to life after its touch with death.
All that was left was a quick Obliviate, and to dump Potter in a ditch on the other side of the country. And maybe piss on him.
It was over, but for the nightmares.
hd_career_fair starting tomorrow, I'm afraid that I'm going to lose track of time. Plus, who doesn't like to get prezzies early? I said I would soon write something light and funny. THIS IS NOT IT. This is for the fabulous
melusinahp, who has been an amazing friend to me this past year. Darling, I went as dark as I possibly could for you. And it turns out… that's pretty dark. LOL.Title: Two Wrongs
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: NC-17 – for violence, not sex
Characters: Draco, James (not paired)
Summary: Draco swallowed his anger, buried it deep and began to plan.
Warnings: Dark themes: torture, bullying. James is 17.
Word Count: 528
Author's Notes: Happy birthday
melusinahp! Thank you to snegurochka_lee for the beta and advice. ♥He stood at the bedside of the quiet ward, his eyes never leaving his son's bandaged wrist. The fall could have been worse. Next time it might be. He stalked from the room before Scorpius could see the anguish in his eyes.
~o~
He raised the rod and let it fall. The thwack echoed through the stone walls of the Malfoy dungeons and the boy cried out, loud and painful and perfect. The pale skin tore apart on contact. He had yet to beg. Draco guessed another dozen strikes; Potters were stubborn bastards.
~o~
He felt the Glamour the instant Scorpius stepped off the train. He said nothing in the crowd. After dinner that night, he hesitated. His son was fourteen and deserved his privacy.
His need to know won out.
When Scorpius complied and the Glamour dropped, Scorpius looked up at him: his eyes were a deep purple, nearly swollen shut and filled with humiliation. Draco swallowed his anger, buried it deep, and began to plan.
~o~
The eldest Potter swung from the ceiling, wrists bleeding from the heavy manacles cutting into his skin as he struggled. His naked back and buttocks shone red and angry from the lashes. Blood dripped down his thighs.
Potter wept. "I never touched him."
Draco hit him again.
~o~
The last owl came late one February night. The words were all too familiar: 'Your son is in the hospital wing. There has been an accident. MM'
~o~
Draco walked across the dungeon and placed the rod on a small table beside various other devices. He perused the choices, traced a leather collar with his finger and smiled.
With a flick of his wand the collar flew across the room and wrapped itself around Potter's neck.
~o~
"He's in a coma. We don't know what happened. He was found at the bottom of a set of stairs in the library."
~o~
James gasped as the collar tightened. Every sixty seconds it would tighten a little further, spelled to release only when the victim fell out of consciousness.
~o~
Draco waited by his son's bedside for three months. Scorpius woke a week after his fifteenth birthday, pale and trembling.
Draco submitted the request for a transfer to Durmstrang the next day. He should have done it long ago.
~o~
He watched the young man hang from the ceiling, limp and lifeless. It was cathartic. He almost wished he could share it with Scorpius, but Scorpius had no stomach for violence.
Reluctantly, he released the body and whispered the spell to trigger his breathing again. It was almost disappointing when the body jerked back to life after its touch with death.
All that was left was a quick Obliviate, and to dump Potter in a ditch on the other side of the country. And maybe piss on him.
It was over, but for the nightmares.
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Date: 2009-09-17 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-18 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-17 04:12 pm (UTC)This was well-laid out, tight and conclusive. Brilliant!
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Date: 2009-09-18 03:40 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, my dear!
I do have a wee thing about James's bullying. Poor James, I really like to pick on him sometimes. :D
I'm thrilled you liked! I wrote this one so fast you didn't even get a sneak peek. *g*
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Date: 2009-09-17 05:59 pm (UTC)And maybe piss on him. Oh, that's perrrfect! Mel will love this!
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Date: 2009-09-18 03:48 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this quick and dirty little fic. I don't usually do 'birthday things' but I had a moment and an inspiration so I took advantange. :D
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Date: 2009-09-17 10:21 pm (UTC)THAT RIGHT THERE. Everything is in that line! *clutches it* Did he? Didn't he? Does it matter? a;alskjdf. Soooooo dark and shocking but oh, so good. Draco the violently protective father -- just. So awesome.
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Date: 2009-09-18 03:59 pm (UTC)Draco the violently protective father
yes. a characterisation I can believe in wholly. Especially if draco feels it is because of him and his actions that his son is being mistreated.
Merci une autre fois for your help.
edited to fix French. lol.
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Date: 2009-09-18 02:14 am (UTC)Very dark and very Mel. :)
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Date: 2009-09-18 04:00 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! I'm glad Draco worked for you!
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Date: 2009-09-18 02:57 am (UTC)FUCKING LOVE IT.
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Date: 2009-09-18 04:01 pm (UTC)hee! we can all do with a little bit of irony in our lives, yes?
Merci bien! glad you liked it.
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Date: 2009-09-18 07:49 am (UTC)Oh man, I can't believe I didn't see this right away! Oh, hon. *hugs you tight* You are soooo awesome.
And, wow, this, this is chilling and it made me shiver so hard. Draco's revenge is so believable, and James's plea -- "I never touched him," -- gives just pushes the horror up to the perfect level.
So much power in this drabble. Your increasing ability to delve into darkness makes me so happy and excited. That collar! See, only a true darkfic writer could come up with something like that. *tars you with brush*
Eee, and you know how much I love Draco/younger Potter interactions. ♥
Thank you, lovely. You are one of my best friends in fandom and I love you. XXXXX
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Date: 2009-09-18 04:39 pm (UTC)YAY! I'm so thrilled you liked it. I thought: omg! what if I hit a hidden squick or something! LOL. *gets nervous with dark fics*
Do you remember this plot bunny? it was an idea for a much longer fic that didn't end up fitting the prompt and was way too dark. I thought it might work for you.
I almost had it Harry torturing Scorpius.*g*
The collar was because I know nothing of actually choking devices and had to make up something magical that would cover my lack of knowledge. LOL
YAYAY You are such a lovely friend. *clings*
♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2009-09-19 10:17 am (UTC)I could see adult Harry punching Scorpius in the face on Platform 9 3/4 when picking up Albus, if he thought that Scorpius had been tormenting him all year, though. And then Draco would freak the fuck out and there would be duelling.
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Date: 2009-09-24 03:08 pm (UTC)Poor Scorpius, though! :( That image will stay with me.
<3 Well done.
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Date: 2009-11-30 06:36 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! *meep* this was way dark! Thank you for reading. :D