Draco blinked, startled as they rushed into Harry;s house, there was stuff everywhere, showing the sighs of a wizards Duel and an intense struggle, there where smears of blood across the floor, and the occasional puddle. as soon as Shayne yelled, there where two loud Cracks, signaling someone, or rather someones, apparating away. Draco rushed into the kitchen, where the noise had originated and let out a scream of horror.
Harry was laying on his belly, a small puddle of blood beneath him, naked and bruised. he had been beaten, that much was clear, covered in bruises and contusions. The Boy Who Lived had cuts all over his body, and when Draco looked closley he could see the word Slut carved into his back. Harry had his hands tied behind his back, wrists crossed his ankles where attached to the floor by transfigured shackles forcing his legs spread, showing that his ass was bleeding sluggishly from possibly hours upon hours of abuse. he had been blind folded and gagged, but from the way his mouth was opening and closing he had also been placed under a silencing spell so he couldn't yell for help.
"harry! oh god harry!" Draco yelled rushing over, gently picking up the boys head and carefully un-gagging and un-blindfolding him, working on his hands. as soon as harry was free he latched onto Draco, trembling violently as he continued to mouth the same thing over and over, too traumatized to even realize he couldn't speak. more cuts had been carved into his body, chest and belly and arms. 'whore, fag, bitch, and other derogatory words had stained Harry's skin, and the floor red. "Shayne, call the authorities!" Draco demanded gently cradling Harry who was still clinging to Draco mouthing the words over and over.
