the_debt_of_time

It should have been simple, all things considered.
What they had not planned on was Voldemort's loss of trust in Draco. Whatever
happened at Malfoy Manor after their escape remained unknown to them, but the morning
before the plan to convene in front of Gringotts was set to go, Harry had a vision.
Despite helping Harry with his Occlumency, Sirius could do nothing when
Voldemort's experiences bled through the connection while Harry was sleeping.
Sirius heard the screaming and pulled Harry into his arms, holding him as he thrashed for several
minutes. When Harry eventually opened his eyes, gasping for breath, he informed everyone that had gathered
around due to his screams that Draco had been attacked with Legilimency.
"I saw everything," Harry said, panting. "He kept up the lie, but Rodolphus told You-Know-
Who that Malfoy might have been involved in Bellatrix's death. So they got to him while he was sleeping.
This isn't new. It's been happening since we escaped. They've been torturing Malfoy trying to see if he'll
eventually break and tell the truth."
Hermione visibly flinched, and everyone, Sirius included, saw the way she wrapped her arms around
herself when Harry brought up Draco being tortured. Sirius, himself, felt a deep rage over what was being
done to his young cousin, but his priorities needed to remain the same.
"We stick to the plan."
"It could be a trap," Ron said cautiously.
"If it is, then Malfoy's bait," Harry said, wiping sweat from his brow and prying himself out of
Sirius's grip. "I don't like the prat, but I won't let him be another casualty in this war. Even if it's a trap,
we have to go. We need the Horcrux."
"If we rescue Malfoy in the process, all the better," Hermione added.
Sirius was annoyed, but not entirely surprised when Draco was not only incredibly
late—arriving at the bank just before it closed—but Rodolphus was no longer the only one
to escort the young wizard inside Gringotts.
As the doors to the bank opened, Sirius's eyes widened at the sight of not only
Rodolphus but also Rabastan Lestrange flanking Draco, along with Travers, the elder
Crabbe, and Goyle Sr following behind.
Draco looked on edge as he descended the stairs outside the bank, glancing
suspiciously around Diagon Alley, his lips curled into a scowl. There was a package in his
hands—hands that appeared to be covered in very recent burns.