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"Who is this?" Draco immediately demanded when those two morons came back with another person in the room. A lady, similar age...at least he guessed. He glared at her, eyes narrowed, easily distrustful. He could tell that his behavior was raising eyebrows, and he knew immediately that he was being horribly impolite, but he also just couldn't seem to help himself. He was stuck in this muggle land, in a time that was clearly not his, and he had no way to know what he was supposed to do now. It was obvious that the sigil had not been something as simple as he had believed before. No, it was a much more complicated situation than he could have ever believed. Than again, blood magic was typically like that, he just never really invested too much work in studying it. Partially because...he was barred from it, considering his family...well, the Blacks inevitably went insane for a reason. They delved too deep at one point...nobody really knew if it was an ever lasting curse, or what...but every single Black had eventually gone mad. His Aunt Bella was prime example, and his Cousin Sirius. Draco shivered at the thought of his second cousin. Everyone knew he did not really kill all those muggles, it was not really that difficult to know, and since he was a Malfoy, and his mother was in ties with the Dark Lord that made it even easier for him to know, but the rage and wildness was not something that could be faked. There was a reason even the werewolf best friend believed Sirius to have gone mad and killed thirteen muggles.
He would need to actually study the sigil to know what it did, but he had known that it was very important to the Dark Lord, and that according to the Dark Lord, he was the only one that could make it work. Draco had not understood, and his mind had been too fogged up to be able to compartmentalize. The constant crucios...Really it made his hesitation all but laughable. He wanted to scream at his self not 24 hours ago and shake him. Perhaps a quick...
"It is your social services worker, and lawyer." Blue eyes said, dropping in the chair with a slightly manic look in his eyes. "So we can finally..." A dark look was given the short brown haired older guy, "question you."
"I wasn't going to have any information we may get be tainted because we didn't give him a lawyer." The other grouched. Draco and blue eyes rolled their eyes together.
"Anyways, care to tell us how you murdered the man?" Draco startled, his breath catching, eyes widening, and his body freezing. His felt his heart race in his chest.
"I-I did not..."
"You lie to us, you stay here for three days..." Draco's head swam slightly. He glanced at the lady, who was telling him they had no authority to do that, and that Draco didn't need to tell them anyything. Blue eyes just watched him carefully. "of course, I can always find something, but sure, listen to the lawyer." He leaned back, and Draco felt himself pull away from the lawyer lady. Her advice was not needed, nor wanted. He had more burning questions.
"What happens to me when I get done telling you?"
"We contact your parents." Draco flinched, nails curled in his palms. Blue eyes noticed and smacked the cropped haired guy upside the head. "If we can't doo that, you go to the nearest orphanage."
"Where is that?"
Down the road. Can't exactly let you leave the city with a murder going on the way it is." The detective said grimly. Draco swallowed, took a deep breath, and then settled himself. He was a Slytherin. Sure, he was stuck in an unknown time period, in an unknown universe point, with no money, no resources, no nothing, and in the muggle world meaning no magic, but he would wager that his mind itself was an asset alone. He could figure this out...and he would. He just had to get out of this stuffy room first.
"I can tell you...but not everything." Draco said primly. The lawyer lady moved to speak, but Draco lifted his hand. "No offense, Madam, but I would really prefer not to sleep in this dim room, thank you very much," He said turning to finally face her. "You needn't speak on my behalf, I am not an invalid." the lady ground her teeth in anger, but Draco turned away from them. "I really cannot say everything. I'm not so stupid to disobey direct orders." Draco bit down viciously on his lower lips. "But you clearly need something, and I can circumvent the orders enough to at the very least give you somewhere to look." Draco felt a bit jittery with the eyes on him as intently as they were. He did not allow it to make him falter. He had faced the Dark Lord and lived...sort of.
"Whatever you can would be nice." The gruff inspector said, putting his hand around the blue eyed man to keep him silent. "Please, go on," Draco ground his teeth, but exhaled slowly.
"My father sold me to someone rather influential in our community," He ignored the immediate sharp looks he was given and forged his way forth. "In hopes of attaining some influence, or power. He got neither, but I suppose it made him feel better since the Dark Lord let him off easy for disobeying orders." Draco rubbed his arms self consciously. "Anyways, the Dark Lord is a...dangerous person, but he isn't stupid. I tried to leave once...He marked me to ensure I could not do it again. It was smart. Any who have his mark are either killed by the other members in the community, or dragged back kicking and screaming to the Dark Lord, for whatever punishment he deems fit. He made it seem like it was some gracious thing he was doing...as if anyone could be that stupid to believe it."
"That is...rough." The inspector said softly. Draco just shrugged his shoulders.
"I got it easy. At least the Dark Lord was possessive of me. I was not stupid, I saw the way some of the others looked at me." Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Luckily the Dark Lord is rather possessive of those he believes to be great promise and good breeding. It took him so long to refine me to what he wanted, after all." Draco shrugged again, ignoring the absolute horrified looks on the people around him. "Anyways, things had been getting worse. He was angry more often. And that of course typically meant someone or something got tortured or murdered." Draco sighed. "His plans were not going the way he wanted. People were not listening, they were rebelling, disappearing. I wish that I could have." He murrmurred softly. Shaking his head, he ignored the wistfulness of thought. It was useless to dwell. The Dark Lord would've been able to track him anyways. "He insisted on the Rune drawing. I did not understand. He wanted me to draw it, it took hours. I do not know what it was for, and I daren't ask either. He was already so angry with my mistakes. All in all, when coupled with that it seems rather stupid I dared to hesitate when he ordered me to draw my blood. He had a few people lined up on the corners." His aunt, mother, his father, and Draco in the middle with Voldermort in the last point. "Flew into a rage and rushed me before cutting open my arm." Draco lifted it to show the still shallow blood. The inspector seemed shocked, "I woke up to a corpse. In a dingy room, I do not really remember much else before you came. I...It is all really fuzzy."
"Detective Lestrade, with me, for a moment." The blue eyed man stated sharply.