Chapter 13

                                        

                                              
Draco didn't bring up the loyalty link, again, and he wasn't going to. He couldn't hand Harry, death-obsessed Harry, the power to force him to kill him. He knew he would die, too. Maybe it was selfish to risk the world, but there had to be another way. Perhaps the Dark Lord could extract his soul? What was the harm in waiting for that? 
He sulked for days rather than visit Harry. Draco really didn't mind being Harry's slave... but he couldn't trust that Harry wouldn't take the opportunity to fulfill his "destiny". How could any destiny require you to die? Fucking prophecy. He had seen it in Harry's mind... shit. It was such a mindfuck that Draco didn't understand how Harry could be so caliver with his life. He saw Harry's memories of Weasley and Granger. He knew he loved them. 
But maybe that was it? They thought Harry was dead... he felt he was dead to them. Those were the first questions Harry had asked him. So, Harry had no tie to life anymore... nothing but him. It wasn't enough, though. Harry didn't have a reason to live... enough of one. He wasn't fighting his destiny at all. Death... was his destiny. Fucking Gryffindor. Even after everything that bastard Dumbledore put him through... Harry was still going to throw his life away for destiny.
The more Draco mulled on it, the more angrier he got. Fuck Dumbledore, fuck Voldemort, fuck destiny. Harry had suffered enough... how could fates be this cruel to bond them and require them to die right after? Fucking motherfucking hell.
"There you are!" Fenrir growled.
Draco stopped his aggravated pacing. He had managed to escape from Fenrir twice lately by ensnaring him with his wand. Yaxley was out doing the Dark Lord's will. His father hadn't been able to look him in the eye since that night. He was drunk, and Yaxley pulled him in for some fun. They all knew he was gay, so in their minds, he deserved it.
"Don't try that again," he snarled. "Or I'll...."
"Or you'll what? Rape me? You fucking dog... I'm done being your bitch," he snapped back.
"You little..." Fenrir lunged at him.
Draco was quicker. "Crucio!" His anger and frustration poured into his words, and he wanted Fenrir to feel it. He hit him again and again, until the wolf pissed and shat himself. He was unconscious, trembling controllably on the floor. Draco wanted to keep doing it, but his arm felt heavy.
"Little Draco is all grown up," Aunt Bella taunted from the doorway. 
Fenrir's screaming hadn't gone unnoticed, by more than one person. Draco hadn't put Silencing wards up. Anyone would have wondered who got tortured and for how long. He only glared at her in response. 
"What it's about time, kid. No one is going to protect you. You have to defend yourself. You think I had it any easier during the first war? I made them pay for touching me. Fear is a great tool. I made sure no one dared fuck with me," she hissed, her eyes glinting manically.
Draco nodded. Sound advice from the resident psycho. Just then, his father and mother walked in, also drawn by the screaming. Draco didn't hesitate. He walked over and clocked his father in the face.
"You're a fucking disgrace," Draco spat. "I'm in charge of our family now, old man."
Lucius looked enraged at the blatant disrespect, but Draco punched him again and held his wand to his face. Lucius, not his father, froze.
"You're not my father anymore. The moment your dick went into me, you died to me," he snarled.
His mother, who had been hiding in her room since the war ended, gasped and looked at her husband in horror.
"Draco, I was drunk and you..." Lucius mumbled.
"I what? Asked for you to fuck your only son? You touch me again and I'll geld you. I expect our wards to be passed to me by tomorrow morning, or we'll see how much pain you can take."
"You wouldn't dare! I'm your father!"
"No, you were my father. Now you're just a pig who used to have a son. Asshole. The Dark Lord knows how weak you've become. Give me the mantle of this house and I'll let you live out the rest of your days in comfort. But deny me... and I'll spend every fucking day making your life painful."
Lucius's eyes widened in shock and he looked at Aunt Bella and his wife for help. "Say something?!" he snarled.
"The boy is right... you're as weak as they come. He has the Dark Lord's favor right now," Bellatrix sneered, and Lucius all but ran from the room. 
"Draco?" his mother began.
"I'm not going to ask you to choose him over me, mother, but you better convince him to acknowledge my claim over this house, or he'll be more than embarrassed."
She nodded and left. Fenrir stirred a bit, and Draco Crucioed him again. Then, a couple of Death Eaters and wolves finally came out of the shadows. Draco knew some had been watching the whole time. Some had seen Fenrir rape him and did nothing. They responded to power.
"Take this dog to the kennels and make sure he stays there," he ordered.
They quickly dragged him out, and Bellatrix looked at Draco with a gleam in her eye. "Taking command, I see."
"Why not? I'm going to vent some of my frustrations out on my dog, now. See that I'm not disturbed." 
He chuckled darkly and went downstairs. He put up wards and broke down in Harry's arms.