When The Devil Falls | Draco Malfoy x Tom Riddle

Chapter 55 | At Last

In the dimly lit room of 12 Grimmauld Place, Draco Malfoy found himself bound and gagged, his wrists secured to the cold metal chair that creaked ominously beneath him. The air was thick with tension as his captors, members of the Order of the Phoenix, circled around him like vultures.

Mad-Eye Moody, his magical eye spinning madly, sneered down at Draco, his wand held aloft with malicious intent. "You think you can keep your secrets from us, Malfoy? You really think you can hold out against so many of us?"

Draco's jaw clenched in defiance, his eyes flashing with suppressed rage as he refused to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing him cower. But inside, he trembled with fear, knowing full well the horrors that awaited him.

Without warning, Moody unleashed a barrage of curses upon Draco, each one more cruel and insidious than the last. Blood-boiling hexes seared through his veins, sending waves of excruciating pain rippling through his body. Draco's screams were muffled by the gag, his vision swimming with agony as he fought to maintain consciousness.

Draco's breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to endure the relentless onslaught of curses. Every fibre of his being screamed for release, for mercy, but he knew that none would be forthcoming from his merciless captors.

Through the haze of pain, Draco caught glimpses of his mother, Narcissa, standing at the edge of the room, her face twisted with a mixture of anguish and betrayal. She had turned against him, siding with the Order in their quest to extract information from him by any means necessary.

"Mother," Draco choked out, his voice hoarse with pain and desperation. "Please..."

Narcissa's eyes flickered with remorse for the briefest of moments before hardening once more with resolve. "It's for the greater good, Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of curses.

But even as the curses continued to rain down upon him, Draco refused to break. He clung to his defiance like a lifeline, knowing that his survival depended on his ability to withstand the torment until help arrived. And though his body may be battered and broken, his spirit remained unbroken, a testament to the resilience of the human soul in the face of unspeakable cruelty.

As the door of 12 Grimmauld Place was violently flung open, a surge of hope flooded Draco's battered soul. Through blurred vision and bloodied lips, he glimpsed the imposing figure of Marvolo, his presence commanding the room with an aura of dark power and relentless determination.

Marvolo's eyes blazed with fury as he took in the scene before him, his nostrils flaring with barely contained rage at the sight of his beloved mate subjected to such cruelty. Without a word, he raised his wand, unleashing a torrent of dark magic that sent the Order members reeling back in terror.

"Release him," Marvolo commanded, his voice a low, menacing growl that reverberated through the room like thunder. "Release Draco, or face the consequences."

Mad-Eye Moody, his magical eye spinning wildly, stepped forward defiantly, his wand raised in challenge. "You-You...You can't do anything," he spat. "You are outnumbered."

But Marvolo's response was swift and merciless. With a flick of his wand, he cast a powerful curse that sent Moody crashing to the ground, writhing in agony as dark tendrils of magic coiled around him. 

"Enough," Marvolo thundered, his voice echoing through the room with the force of a hurricane. With a flick of his hand, he unleashed a wave of wandless magic that sent the Order members sprawling to the ground, rendered helpless in the face of his overwhelming power.

Draco's heart pounded in his chest as he watched his husband's display of terrifying magic, his eyes wide with awe and fear. As Draco slumped forward, his body battered and bruised, Marvolo moved to his side, cradling him in his arms with a tenderness that belied his fearsome reputation.

Marvolo said nothing as he gently healed Draco's wounds, his touch a soothing balm against the pain that still lingered. Draco could feel the tension in his husband's body. When Draco attempted to stand, his legs shaking beneath him, Marvolo intervened, guiding him back to the chair with a silent gesture. 

"Draco," Marvolo murmured, his voice a soft whisper against Draco's ear. "I'm here. I'll always be here. I'm sorry I couldn't come here sooner. I am terribly sorry, love."  Draco nodded at the words and clung to Marvolo with a desperate strength born of love and loyalty.

Marvolo's stern expression softened as he watched Rudolphus and Rabastian carry Nico downstairs. With each step, Nico's calls for his papa grew louder, his excitement palpable as he anticipated being reunited with his father.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Nico's eyes lit up with delight as he caught sight of Marvolo, his tiny arms reaching out eagerly. "Papa!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he reached for Marvolo.

Marvolo's heart swelled with love as he gathered Nico into his arms, holding him close and pressing a tender kiss to his son's forehead. "Hello, my little prince," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Nico giggled happily, snuggling closer to his father as if sensing the comfort and security he provided. "Missed you, papa," he said, his words muffled against Marvolo's chest.

"I missed you too, my darling boy," Marvolo replied, his voice gentle as he smoothed Nico's hair.

Nico turned around in Marvolo's arms, his expression shifting from excitement to concern as he noticed Draco's tears. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he reached out a small hand to gently wipe away the tears from his mother's cheek.