So... this is my first ever Drarry. ( I LOVE Drarry!) So sorry if it is all over the place or something... Anyways, hope you like it! Also, if you don't like slash, turn back now.

Warning- Draco/Harry later on. Talk of abuse and rape too. Not descriptive with the rape part though.

Disclaimer-

I only own the story. Harry Potter and all the characters in this story, belong to JKR.

Chapter 1. Pain.

A teen, around 16 years old- though he looked like he was 13 or younger; sighed and slid down his bedroom wall, his thin, pale and short frame shaking uncontrollably. Though it was hard to see, as it was 10 at night and his curtains were pulled closed as usual. They were closed almost all the time, nowadays. For now, he got beat all day and every day, because his aunt was no longer there to stop the beatings that happened during the day.

The teen's name was Harry Potter, 'The-boy-who-lived'. 'I won't be alive for much longer, if no one comes and helps me! He mentally thought, his thoughts he buried his head into his knees, as he saw that his glasses lay at his feet, crushed. His face was streaked with tears and his hair matted with dry blood and was even messier than usual. He pulled his knees to his chest, where you could practically see his ribs. Harry was choking on silent sobs as pain ran through him. Tears fell faster and faster, as the pain worsened. 'All alone...' His mind whimpered repeatedly. 'All alone'.

Then let out a silent hard sob, as he heard his room door fly open, with a loud thud. Reluctantly he lifted his head, just to be hit, hard. He fell to the floor and he curled up, hiding his already scarred and bruised face. Then he shivered and continued to sob, as he heard the familiar drunken laugh from his uncle. 'No! Please!' He cried mentally. He wished he could speak aloud, and beg, if he had to, to stop the beating. But he couldn't, as he had lost his voice, during one of many past beatings.

Suddenly he strangled on gasped as he was grabbed and lifted by his throat, cutting off his air. He struggled against his uncle, trying to break free. When he felt his magic burst from him and he felt himself fall to his knees, as his uncle was thrown backwards into a wall and into an unconscious state. Harry slowly lifted his head, pure shock shown in his 'killing curse' green eyes. Then, gulping he scrambled back, his back hitting a wall his breathing hitched for a moment. Then, slowly it went back to normal, as the pain faded. Wincing from soreness he shakily stood, before stumbling to a corner. There he sat curled up, his eyes locked on the prone figure of his uncle, fear was clear in his eyes now and his thoughts on would he live, after his uncle woke and realized what had happened...

A white-blonde haired teen, by the name of Draco Malfoy, lay in a large and very comfortable, green and silver bed. He was fast asleep, much to his parents' happiness. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were extremely worried about their only son. They were scared about their sons' health, sense he has had no sleep, because of his rather descriptive dreams- no, night terrors. There was no denying it now, as they had been for quite some time. They were most defiantly night terrors.

The night terrors were the same for the most part, because they all had screaming and crying in the background. The picture it's self was rather blurry but, it had enough detail. Like the color of blood that splattered the walls and the shape of a boy- they couldn't tell exactly what he looked like, for some weird reason. They watched the boy be thrown into these bloodied walls and beaten mercilessly. With many different objects, most of the time, it was a spiked belt. Other times it was the beater's fist, hitting him until he bled and slid to the ground fully unconscious. The three Malfoys were stunned, as these dreams continued night after night. For it also showed that it was a different time and day that the boy was getting beat at. So they knew that this was happening and it was happening now.

They were about to take their leave, when they heard a soft whimper. Then an ear piercing scream filled the silent night air. The parents spun around in surprise and pure worry. They then rushed to their sons' side. As he clutched the bed sheets, screaming as pain ran through him. They shook him until he woke. Narcissa quickly sat on the bed, gathering her trembling son into her arms, murmuring gentle and comforting words to him. Lucius watched this, pacing, worry practically flowing off of him.

"W-why do these n-night t-errors keep coming b-back?" Draco suddenly stammered. Fear evident in his words, also his eyes also reflected fear and loneliness.

Both parents' sighed and they glanced at each other, sadness in there silent communication. Then they looked directly at Draco, who blinked away more tears.

"We truly don't know," they both whispered, sadness lacing their voices, as the absentmindedly spoke at the same time.

So! I hoped you liked it! Please review if you can. Uh, please don't be to hard on me if this is terrible or something.