Arise.
"Draco! Wake up!"
The blond wizard blinked through sweaty eyelashes as his mother's voice lanced though his dark nightmare.
"Draco. My dragon.. Wake up."
The voice was gentler now. But still far away. The orange eyes and red and black skin still remained emblazoned in his mind.
Arise. Son of Dathomir. Son of a Witch. Seidrsdottir. Audhumlasdottir.
"Mother," he groaned. "I'm here."
"Good," came the relieved voice. "Your father and I have had our wands checked. It's your turn now."
This was it. 9 months after the Battle of Hogwarts. 3 months more of this total and utter shit.
"I'm awake. I'll go now." Being naked and dishevelled wasn't the greatest idea but the eyes of the female Aurors when he has first done this 4 months ago had given rise to visits by Wizards and Witches from the DMLE who had more interest in objectifying his body more than casting prior incantatem spells. It was a worthy sacrifice.
My name is Maul. I am the son of Witch.
"What did you say mother?"
The orange eyes and sheer power and rage robbed him of his sense.
"Can't you out some clothes on?"
"I can. But I won't."
Ignoring his protesting Mother, Draco walked along the upstairs corridor and down the main steps to the atrium. Naked. Hewn. Muscled.
There were now 15 witches and 4 wizards waiting in expectation. There was a power in being nude and not self conscious.
Give the miserable maggots your wand.
Fuck off.
"You require my wand," drawled Malfoy. It was a statement not a question.
The lead witch stepped forward from the gaggle, throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. "It's just…. We're following orders, Mr Malfoy."
"It's Viscount Malfoy, " corrected the blond wizard. He caught the scent of arousal from the group of Aurors. Malfoy ignored it.
Idiot. But you have a point, snarled the dark warrior inside.
Silence, Dark One, he ordered. The mocking laugh followed by a brief silence told him everything that he already knew. Then the mesmerising voice came again.
Arise. Son of Dathomir. Son of a Witch.
Then a new question came to him
Who is this Granger?
Draco looked at his mother. She had paled to a degree that he had never seen. Narcissa Black Malfoy looked terrified.
"Draco, my dragon. It can't be. It simply can't."
He looked at a mirror. His silver eyes had turned orange.