"Pay attention, because this is what evil assholes like you deserve!"
                              
"Get him!"
                              
"Teach him a lesson!"
                              
"Make an example out of him!" the sexless voices called.
                              
The leader on top of him laughed. "You're such a girl..." he mocked and flicked his hair. "You look like one, too. But we can take care of that!"
                              
Draco fought the pit as he took a hold of his long hair, again, and brought the knife to the top of his skull. He started to saw and cut. Draco froze as he felt the pull lessen as the knife scrapped across his skull. Strands of his blonde hair fell in front of his face and he realized that they were shaving him. Draco tried to pull away, but they had a firm hold. They laughed and cheered as the leader grabbed another handful cutting in haphazard patterns. The knife even nicked his head once and they just sniggered at the sight of his blood. Draco couldn't help but cry as they jeered at his helplessness and humiliation.
                              
"Go head and snivel and pout, Death Eater!" 
                              
"Cry just like a girl!" 
                              
"You're a little bitch." 
                              
"You deserve this!" the faceless figures cheered. 
                              
The leader took his time and cutting tufts of hair off his skull, until his hair was spread all over the floor in front of him. Finally, he let go and Draco's head hit the floor. 
                              
"There... much better! Let the world see your shame. You worked with Voldemort. You don't get out of it because Harry decided to save your ponce ass."
                              
Draco didn't say anything. He didn't have the right... or the ability. He wasn't a wizard in the eyes of the law... he lost his right to defend himself. He was a persona non grata... for the school, for the Ministry and probably the whole damn country.
                              
The leader leaned in closer. "We know what you are... Death Eater."
                              
Draco's heart slowed as his blood curdled. He knew what he was going to say. 
                              
"You're a poofter... you like taking it up the ass, don't you?" he growled, and the others hissed in disgust.
                              
Draco whimpered and braced for the pain. It never stopped.
                              
"He didn't deny it!" Tracey hissed. Draco knew her voice. The potion wasn't having the same effect on her. It most have been affected by her curse. 
                              
"Your Slytherins sold your sod bum out," another said.
                              
"A queer pureblood?" another scoffed.
                              
"And you're Harry's bitch, now, aren't you?" the leader said.
                              
"L-Leave him out of this!" Draco said and his head was pushed into the floor, smearing blood all over his face.
                              
"We decide who gets what! Harry was supposed to save us! He was our champion and he soiled himself by consorting with the likes of you!"
                              
"Break him!"
                              
"Make the homo pay!"
                              
"Unnatural!"
                              
"He's probably a she. Trans-whore!"
                              
"Abomination of our kind!"
                              
"Yes... he probably likes this position, don't you, queer-bait?" he said, as he leaned in, putting more weight onto his back.
                              
Draco's vision flickered, like they were poking at the crumbling wall in his mind. "Please... stop!" He couldn't take any more flashbacks. He didn't want any part of the pit.