Disclaimer: I do not own (sadly) any of what you see before for you, Harry potter has never been and will never be any of my property. All that is mine is an OC or two and even those I'm willing to lend out ever so often.

Warning: this is a Slash story, most likely of the HP/DM variety, so if such easily offends you, I suggest that you exit this site immediately. There is also likely to be some course language and explicit violence. A bit of torture here and there and quite possibly sex in the later chapters.

This is why I have rated this story M and not for the tender hearted.

A/N: This is my first published fan fiction so please, be gentle.

Description: The summer of Harry's 6th year, right after the ministry debacle. Harry is coping poorly and an unexpected, and rather beat up, guest doesn't help matters much… until an agreement is met…

Keywords: Harry, Draco, Bonds, 6th year.

Chapter one.

Draco hated the family dungeons; they were cold and damp and made his go terribly frizzy, almost as bad as Grangers. His hair, though a minor annoyance, was not first and foremost in his mind at the moment. It was the screams that were breaking him. To the rest of the mansion, it was silent and peaceful, but step through those big oak doors and soul-piercing screams tore their way into your mind. The screams weren't actually from anyone, usually; the actual walls were enchanted to scream when anyone other than the Malfoys occupied the cell. Well that had been true until the elder Malfoy had de-keyed Draco from the system.

The manacles holding Draco in the slumped over kneeling position, started to grow warm. Oh bugger all >, his father, who had been released from Azkaban by that idiot of a Minister under the pretence that he had been under the Imperious curse yet again, was heading towards his cell. The screams dimmed as two highly polished dragon hide boots stopped before him.

" Boy." The tone was cold, cultured, with no feeling as he looked down on his battered offspring.

"Father," intoned Draco as he valiantly tried to lift his head. "And what do I owe the honor of your…esteemed presence?" he drawled. It was nowhere near his best drawl but it would do in the circumstances.

"As on every occasion that I have deemed necessary to visit you in this, your new sleeping arrangement, the question I ask is still the same. Will you consent to the mark and serve our great lord in his quest for domination?" A cold hand slipped underneath Draco's chin, lifting his face. Cold, sky blue eyes fixed with burning Gray ones.

"Well father, as on every occasion that you have graced my prison, my answer is still the same. I will not be a servant for a madman with too much power. You may content yourself with groveling to an inferior but I will never stoop to that level." Lucius raised an eyebrow. A slow, dangerous smile spread itself across his lips. Draco tried, unsuccessfully, to repress a shudder.

"Well it seems that your allegiances are no longer needed by the Dark lord." Draco quirked and eyebrow in question. " He has found another more suited to his tastes, though he did seem to think that you were quite a prize."

"T-tastes?" Draco's eyes widened slightly.

Lucius smirked, "You don't actually believe that he wanted you for your brains or any powers you possess, do you? My, what a naive child you have turned out to be. You are too weak to appease the Dark Lord in any other way than as his toy. But now that he has found another, more appealing specimen, you are worthless. Just like you always were before you gained the Dark Lords attention." He paused and beckoned to something behind him. Narcissa Malfoy stepped forward slowly. A hand on her abdomen brought attention to the bulge forming beneath her tailored robes.

Draco's mouth hung open, "M-m-mother?" he whispered. Dead eyes drifted up to meet his.

"I'm with child, my Draky," a spark lit in her violet eye as she said that last word. She hadn't called him that since before his fathers 'culture' training had begun when he was 7. "You are no longer needed to carry on the line of Malfoy. An Attack from the Dark Lord will devastate our family," her cultured voice had become monotone, devoid of emotion, as if she had been forced to rehears this over and over, "We will all be battered though the baby will be fine. Our beloved son however," her eyes fell to the floor so that Lucius would not see the anguish that filled them. Her face still up held that cold indifference, "he will have died running, and cowering from the Death Eaters raiding our home."

Draco, having picked up rather quickly his fathers intentions, scoffed at this. "Cowering? You couldn't at least off me while protecting my poor pregnant?"

"You are not some ruddy Gryffindor. You were never noteworthy for your bravery." He moved away from Draco, towards his wall of 'toys'. He came back with a simple carving blade and one of his favorites, the fire whip. A long, fine whip saturated in a poison that left anything it touched feeling as if a white-hot iron was burning it. The only difference was that the whip always cut deep leaving the sting for hours. "The 'attack' will take place in three days, until then, you and I can have a little quality time. I will show you exactly what all those family lessons, that you spurned, feels like in use."

Draco tried to force his face into a bored expression, "its not like it is something I have not experienced before now, is it?" Narcissa's head jerked up at this.

Lucius hung the whip on a hook on a nearby wall. He twirled the knife in one hand while kneeling in front of Draco. Lucius took Draco's chin in his hand and firmly forced his face slightly to the left. Quickly, the blade a blur, a line split Draco's face from his jaw line to his hair, cutting through his eyebrow while only just missing his eye. Draco gasped more in shock than in pain. One of his Fathers rules was to never injure the face; it left too many scars and led to too many questions. It just made this all too real. "This time, my little dragon," he sneered, "there are no limitations to our fun."

Blood ran into Draco's eye as his father gathered the whip again. He turned to his wife, "Narcissa dearest, I suggest that you return to your bed. In your condition, such a display may upset the child. The House Elves will take care of your needs."

Narcissa continued to stare at Draco but nodded in acquiescence. Silently she turned and drifted out the oak doors, which clicked shut behind her. Draco stared after her as if all of his hope had glided out with her. He turned his gaze back to his father who had retrieved the whip and was staring at him. His eyes held that glint of insanity that had been ever present since his sojourn within Azkaban.

"Come son, let us bond." And for the first time in his life, Draco saw his Father smile a true smile. It was not something one should have to endure.

Soon enough, Draco's screams drowned out the dungeons own.

Draco hated pain, and not the slight aversion to pinpricks and small cuts. He really, full out, hated it. He could withstand quite a bit of it but he was far from fond of it.

It had been two days since his father's…no Lucius' bonding experience had begun. Later that day, as it was the dark hours of the morning still, the 'attack' would actually take place in the morning while Lucius and his mother were out shopping for a gala at the ministry. There had been a slight change of plans when they had received the invitation the previous night. Draco had not been invited so it was the perfect alibi for his parents to not get hurt in the process of the attack. Draco was silently grateful that his future sibling was out of harms way.

As of that moment though, Draco was being fed a rather interesting meal. Lucius had thought it immensely funny to make Draco's last meal a muggle cheeseburger and soda. Though he would never admit it openly, Draco didn't think that it was all that bad, even if he had to have a house elf feed it to him. I just know that this is going straight to my hips.> He sighed inwardly, Though it's not like it's going to matter soon anyway.>

Lucius hadn't left much for the Death Eaters that were coming in a few hours. Fresh new cuts and welts covered his once pale skin. His right arm was broken in three places, as far as he could tell, along with his jaw, and his once beautiful platinum blonde hair was now matted with congealing blood. Draco amused himself with imagining what Potter's face would look like if he could see him then. He, of course, didn't stop to dwell on why he was thinking about The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-The-Arse when his death was imminent. He did regret not being able to hex the insufferable prat one more time.

Deep in his musings on some of the choice hexes he would have used on one raven-haired wizard, Draco missed the fact that the elf serving him was more jittery than necessary. That is until she brought him out of it by doing the unthinkable and speaking to him.

"Master Draco Sir?" she asked, at least Draco assumed it was a she. With the sack that was hanging off her frame, it was hard to tell one way or another.

He cocked his head to the side, the condition of his jaw leaving him unable to speak.

"Mistress Malfoy, has sent me Sir," her squeaky voice slipping into a scared whisper, "She whishes Tabby to heal you Sir, and to help you escape Sir before the dark bad men arrive," she waved a small hand and Draco's jaw snapped painfully into place. His eyes watered a bit as he tested the movement of his jaw tentatively.

"Well, Tabby is it? Would you kindly loosen my…restraints?" he said in a hushed whisper. His mind was reeling with what was happening. A snap of a little wrinkled finger and his hands were free for the first time in a month and a half. He groaned when his arms fell painfully to his sides. He raised his head a little, waiting for the blood to rush back into his arms, and looked at Tabby.

"Tabby," he said slowly, he was not used to being nice to an Elf, "What is happening?"

"I has told you," she began to drag a bulky looking sac towards him, " I is to heal you and free you and helps you escape." Her tone was exasperated and Draco had to chuckle a bit. Here he was in the middle of a dungeon, bruised and bleeding, and a house elf was reprimanding him.

"Tabby," he tried again, "Why has mother ordered you to do this?"

Tabby stared at him in shock; "You is her baby Draky! She is loving you! She is worried about you all the time! She is crying and crying lots because Master Malfoy is not letting her seeing you! Tabby knows because Tabby is taking care of mistress everyday just like Tabby's mother when Mistress was preggy with Master Draco Sir. And she is always worried about Master Draco, always talk about-"

"Tabby!" Draco cut her off with a harsh whisper, "I understand alright. But you have to stay quiet other wise the dark men will come faster. Do you understand?" she nodded. The screams had been disabled, so as not to disturb the 'attackers', so every little sound seemed to echo in the eerie silence. Personally, Draco thought that the silence was more unnerving than the screams. "Now Tabby, what is in the bag? How will we escape? And do you have my wand?"

" Well, Master Draco Sir, you in seeing that Tabby has food and," an involuntary shudder, "clothing with wizardy money. Mistress say that Tabby is to be taking Master Draco to the gates in the back garden and she is saying that Master Draco's broom is to be waiting." She paused there and began to wring her wrinkled little hands.

"And my wand?" he prodded, a pit of ice forming in his stomach.

Draco soon found that he had no idea how to handle a bawling elf. "Tabby is so sorry Sir!" thankfully she was still whispering but she was still frantic non-the less, much to Draco's dismay. "Master Malfoy had took Sir's wand and Snapped it!"

"Tabby, it's ok, it's fin, I'll figure out what something else. Just please, please stop crying!" the elf quieted almost instantly, shocked to hear the words 'please' out of his mouth.

Still sniffling a bit she continued, " Master Malfoy also tried to burn the pieces Sir, but Tabby saved them. Tabby is knowing that wizardy sticks are very important to wizards," a hand dove into one of the many holes in her sac/dress and pulled out two pieces of charred wood, " I is sorry," she said mournfully, "Tabby's magics is not strong enough to fix it."

Draco took the two pieces from her and stared at them. "It is fine Tabby," he said quietly, " you saved what you could. That is more than enough." He slipped the pieces into the bag and squared his shoulders. He would grieve when he had time. "Now, we need to get going before someone comes and checks on me. How are we to get out of these blasted dungeons?" He was struggling to his feet at this point, dragging the bag along with him by his good arm. The injured one hanging uselessly by his side.

Tabby, with great big tears still in her eyes, grabbed his pant leg. "Tabby knows the way. We take the elf way. No one pay attention to an elf passing." with a pop they appeared at the doors leading from the kitchens to the back gardens. Tabby was pulling him urgently while he tried to regain his equilibrium. He hissed sharply as cold air from the outside hit his open wounds. It was in the middle of bloody August! Why in the hells was it so cold? He thought crossly. Moving quickly, they made their war to the far gates. Once there, Draco quickly rummaged through the bag, pulling out a silk button up and a light cloak. Draco was vastly grateful for the silk shirt as he slipped it on. As a side affect of some of the pain curses Lucius had used on him, Draco's skin was extremely sensitive. Anything coarser would have made him black out. The cloak added some unwanted pressure to a few tender areas but it cut down on the cold. He would manage. He turned again to Tabby who was holding out his broom; a nimbus 2001, with the bag attached to the front end.

"Tabby," he asked carefully, "You have been taking care of my mother for the duration of her pregnancy, correct?" she nodded, uncertain of where this was going, "She is about two months along isn't she?" Another nod. He knelt down, bringing himself face to face with the elf, "Tabby, I want you to swear to me that you will protect her. Fath…Master Malfoy will be very upset when he finds me gone," Boy is that an understatement "he may suspect her. I want you to promise me that you will let no harm come to her or my unborn sibling," at this she nodded vigorously, pride shining in her eyes. Draco's slate gray eyes bored into hers; "I also want you to find me if something goes wrong." With that last solemn nod he stood up, again biting back a groan of pain.

He mounted the broom and hovered for a moment, "Tabby, I want you to tell my mother that I will be back for her and the child," he stared off into the distance as if deciding something, "and Tabby? Thank you far all you have done and risked." With that he shot off like a bat out of hell, leaving a very shocked house elf in his wake.

As he soared into the sky away from his one time home, now prison, Draco thought as to where he could run too with his lack of muggle knowledge and money. His options seemed quite limited. He racked his brain for a solution when, ironically, salvation came in the voice of his father. The memory came back at him of one of those times that his father had had a bit too much firewhisky and was ranting to his mother while Draco hid in a cupboard, listening. "That little brat!" his father had raged, "How can a filthy little halfblood elude such a great man as our Lord? I tell you now, we know that he lives in a little muggle area called Surrey in Little Whinging, but all those blasted houses looked like they have been magically cloned! And with that daft geezer for a secret keeper, we cant even get a general location!" > His father had cursed for at least an hour before stumbling off to bed.

Making a slight course correction, Draco angled his broom towards Little Whinging. Maybe>, He mused to himself as his fingers gripping the broom started to get that numbing tingle; Maybe the savior of the wizarding world will save the villain for once.> Focusing on the landscape before him, Draco prepared himself for the flight ahead. It was going to be one long night.

A/N: and there you have it. my very first fanfiction... of any kind. any reviews will be welcome and i will try to reply to them in coming chapters. yes there will be more chapters ... many many more if i have my way, but any hoo. i hope you enjoyed it.