Chapter 7

                                        

                                              
Published: 7/4/2025
Happy Fourth!

Draco was curled up in a tight ball on the cot in his cell and let the tears fall. His worst fears had come to pass. The only reassurance he had was that Potter said he would make sure his son was safe. And Potter was a hero... Draco had to trust him to keep his promise. However, at the same time, he was grieving for the loss of his son. He knew he was never going to see his star, again.
His precious angel was going to be so confused... and hurt. They didn't get to say goodbye, not properly, anyway. Draco sobbed for his loss. His son was the only thing that had kept him going. He was what Draco lived for, and his son was taken... gone. What did Draco have to live for? The possibility of a future that they could meet? A prison visit? Where Scorpius would see that his Papa was a criminal. To read in the papers all about his crimes and his punishment? 
No. He didn't want that. He wanted his son to remain ignorant of his father's shame. His spiraling thoughts were broken when the door swung open and banged loudly against the wall. Draco sat up and wiped his eyes. He saw one of the guys from earlier, Killens, and a second guy he didn't know.
"Well, well... Draco Malfoy. Finally, we got you where you belong, whore," the new guy said.
Draco ducked his head. He was older, so it probably was Head Auror Robards. Potter hadn't had anything nice to say about him. 
"What's that, coward? Cat got your tongue?" Killens said, banging the bars with his wand. 
Draco winced from the word. It had been so long since anyone had called him that.
"Drag the Death Eater out. Potter conducted an interview without permission, again. That upstart needs to learn I'm in charge," Robards growled.
"Gonna make him desk bitch, again?" Killens asked.
"I'd rather be rid of him. I'm almost mad that he caught the coward. I wanted to reprimand him publicly for incompetence. So, get this bitch into Interrogation. Take Weasley. I want him separated from Potter as much as possible. The boy has got promise."
Draco tried to ignore their words. They didn't seem to care if he heard them, and he wasn't going to tell anyone. Potter had warned him what they would do. Veritaserum was coming, and Draco wasn't sure he could withstand the inquisition.
Killens came into his cell and bound and Silenced Draco before he dragged him out. Weasley was outside, and they banged him into every wall, door and obstacle they passed on the way to the interrogation room. Then they shoved him into the chair and bound his wrists to the armrests. Killens had the vial in his hand and forced his head back.
"Drink this, whore," Killens ordered. 
Draco didn't resist, but Killens forced his mouth open anyway. Bitter liquid entered his mouth, way more than the required three drops. Too much. His eyes watered more as Killens shoved his wand into his mouth and growled, "Aguamenti!"
Draco choked as water gushed down his throat, no end in sight. He struggled fruitlessly against the bonds as too much water poured in, and he couldn't breathe.
"Enough," Weasley grunted.
Killens shut off the water and snorted. Draco struggled to take in breaths. His throat was raw, and his eyes were so blurred with tears he couldn't see. He coughed, trying to breathe normally again.
"Good ol' fashioned muggle waterboarding. Purebloods freak the fuck out!" Killens hooted with laughter. He was gloating over Draco's helplessness. "You like that the tables have finally turned, Death Eater?"