God, it was torture. Realistically for him, in both ways, and by Lord, your heart was getting twisted and crunched as you watched.

You, your little sister and your parents, Narcissa and Lucius, all had to watch as Draco was tortured by Voldemort for letting the Order get away.

“You are a machine designed to obey, SO OBEY! Tell me what happened.” Voldemort hissed, lifting Draco’s chin up with his wand, the room tense.

You four sat in your seats, Narcissa looking close to jumping out of her own place in the room and grabbing her son and you, just to run out of there..

Your little sister, Elizabeth, was clinging onto you like a lifeline, her body shaking as Narcissa tried to sooth her.

There were tears in his eyes, his back against the wall, Voldemort’s barely open eyes narrowed.

And from the far backside of the room, all you could do was watch in pain.

Your baby brother was getting tortured, for god’s sake..