(y/n) - your name

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It was the end of an era. And the beginning of another.

The end of good. The rise of evil.

It was the end of a long lifeline. And the beginning of a new one. Of a darker one.

Gone were the light of hope. Gone were the freedom and life.

Fear and chaos ensued over the world. Death crawling over the land.

It was now the changing of times, a world known before left behind.

Welcome the blood red skies. Feel the fire rain down. See the shadows rising all around.

There were only waves of desolation.

There's nowhere safe to hide.

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The grey sky curled and howled, spreading over the land and snuffing out the light. Darkness stretches over and sets the world into an eternal nightmare, concealing all that was evil and rotten.

Concealing the evil deeds of those inside the once beautiful Malfoy Manor, now desolate and grim with despair.

Dark claws of the witching hour crept into the manor, amplifying the deathly screams that ripped through the silence of the manor. Screams that clawed through a certain boy's head as he gripped his hair from her agony. He trembled violently from her pained cries, succumbing to the soothing warmth of familiar hands that held him.

"Mother, please, please make them stop..." Draco begs, letting his mother pull his head against her shoulder as she tries to comfort her son. She winced at the pleas that ring out into the night, cackling muffling her begging. And on cue, as it always was every other night, the screaming stops entirely.

Narcissus held her son tightly as he gripped the back of her dress, trying to soothe his tremors and lull him back to sleep before he tried to do anything rash like he did before. Her soft touch soothes him to sleep, her familiar perfume lulling him to a dreamless land as she carefully sets him back down on his bed and tucks him beneath his blanket. She frowns at the scar running across his face, silent anger fuelling her body from her husband laying a hand on his son.

It wasn't the first time he had done this, usually punishing him with a handful of his rings on but always beneath the collar to be hidden by clothes. But this time, Lucius had to punish his son as he tried to help his love escape the dungeon she was thrown into. He had to make sure his son knew what would happen if he tried again to help her escape, that his punishment wouldn't be the last and that he would make sure his girl was even more severely ruined. He would make sure to break this filthy wretch, to rip away every sense of her dignity for brainwashing his son. To permanently mar her as the devil whore she was, deem her unworthy of mercy as the filthy succubus on earth.

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"Such a good fuckable bitch." Fenrir grins, watching the girl crumble to the floor against the wall as he zipped up his pants, ignoring her cries before he simply left and locked up the dungeon doors. "That should make you feel nice and warm for the rest of the night. Until the next full moon... slut." He spits out, his heavy footsteps receding as the girl curls into herself. She cried heavily, feeling sick to her stomach until she jumps up and hurls out the disgusting substance out of the dungeon bars. She wiped away the white off her lips, hesitantly reaching down to wipe the same white off her thighs.

As usual, she couldn't feel her hands, drugged and poisoned to lose all sensation so she wouldn't be able to use her powers. Defeated by the very potions she had studied at Hogwarts like every other living being here. She looks down at her hands, grimacing at her wrists that the Death Eaters had sawed through when they first brought her to the Manor. Pain was all she woke up to the first night as they pinned her down and sawed through her skin, not enough to break, just enough to not be able to use them to fight the werewolves off during the nights they wanted her body.

The supposed 'hero' had been captured like a circus animal, locked up beneath the manor and no way for anyone to save her.

She stumbles back away from the bars, falling down against the wall to sit. She couldn't even cry anymore, beat up and ruined with no more tears to shed. Ink spills from her cracks and her sawed hands, pushing through the agony to try and be able to feel that familiar warmth of her powers but even they had abandoned her.

And like clockwork every night, those unbearable clacking of high heels approached her.

Bellatrix grins sickenly mad, holding two needles in her hands as she approached the bars. "Is the slut all tuckered and tired out?" She coos, tutting softly in a mocking manner when she sees the girl huddled in the far back with her head to her knees. "What, no hello? How rude!" She cackles, running her wand against the bars as she walks along it, a rhythmic clanging ringing in the air before she unlocks the door and walks into the dungeon. The Death Eater tilts her head in annoyance getting no response from the girl, walking up to her and kicking her foot. "Are you dead?"

Before Bellatrix could do anything, the girl jumps up and launches at her, clawing at her throat in an angry yell. The Death Eater shrieks in surprise as the girl rips her nails across her face, the two of them falling back over in a panicked tussle for the wand that clatters on the ground.

"I'm going to kill you!" the girl screams out, quickly getting up to bash Bellatrix's face in with her feet but she grabs her foot and snaps it, the girl crying out in pain and falling to the floor. She tries to reach for the wand but the Death Eater jumps up and stomps down on her hand and her neck with her heels, quickly making her lose air.

"You still have some fight in you!" Bellatrix cackles, pressing down harder as she moves to grab her wand. She's pins it in her hands, mocking the girl who sneers up at the wicked woman. "Too bad you'll never get out of here." The Death Eater moves to grab the needles from wait, realising that there was only one and not two, quickly looking down at the girl as she smashes the one she grabbed off her on the ground next to her.

"That's where you're wrong." The girl sneers and Bellatrix growls at her.

"No matter. One will be enough for both hands seeing how much poison we've pumped into that body of yours!" The Death Eater stabs the girls wrists, feeding through the potion to numb her hands completely. She screams out in pain from the burn of the liquid snuffing out all her nerves as it crawled up her arms.

"Now wasn't that just so easy." Bellatrix smirks, stepping back and landing a harsh kick to the girls face one last time before leaving the dungeon.

But she made the mistake of only using on vial of the potion.

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Draco purses his lips as he hid behind a wall, waiting for his aunt to leave the dungeons and he marks down the time between when she arrives to when she leaves. He notices only one empty needle on her, wondering what happened with the other. He creeps back to the kitchen where the potions were made, checking the jars to see the ones he switched a few days ago were used. He smiles in relief, his plan taking action. He had switched the deadly ingredients with basic harmless ones, ingredients that could trick anyone who was dumb enough not to check and thankfully the Death Eaters in charge of the potion were gullible.

He can finally do right by his love and help her escape.

Draco carefully sets the jar back to where it was, sneaking off back to his room. It will all take place tomorrow. He would finally end her suffering.

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(Y/n) groans softly from the pounding in her head from the kick, slowly tilting it look at the ceiling as she heaves out a sigh in defeat. She closes her eyes, thinking that this was it but a strange sensation runs shivers up her spin. She quickly looks over across the ceiling to see water dripping from a spot above her, the droplets splashing down on her skin.

On her hand.

Hope surges through her when she could feel the coldness of the liquid, it dripping down her thumb that twitches. Her eyes widen in realisation, focusing on trying to get her fingers to move. The numbness slowly starts to subside in both hands, being able to feel the grainy dirt beneath her finger tips. She pushed through the rippling pain, moving to curl her fingers into the dirt and lift up her hand, squeezing the substance in her hands before dropping her palms. She Frits her teeth, using them to lift her body to sit up instead of her elbows.

There's was a spark of red that burst from her fingertips as soon as she sat up, eyes tearing up from the familiar warmth that finally came back to her in weak pulses.

It will all take place tomorrow. She would finally end her suffering.