Title: Fallen Angel
Summary: Harry is abused while at the Dursley's. Dumbledore and his friends know but do nothing to stop it.
Pairing(s): Severus/Draco/Harry, Pansy/Luna, Blaise/Neville
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is a birthday fic for animeangel088/darkangel084.
Warning(s): abuse, AU, OOC, threesome, slash, cursing, attempted rape, femslash, mentions of rape, Veela!Harry
Chapter 1
Harry sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Neville, Luna, and Ginny were sitting in the compartment as well but he did not seem to notice them; too caught up in his thoughts. The three kept shooting him worried glances every now and then but nobody said anything to him. They were talking amongst themselves and waiting for Ron and Hermione to get back from their prefect duties. Harry sat beside the window, his feet were pulled up on the seat and his arms were wrapped around his legs, and he stared out at the country side that was speeding past the train.
His summer had been horrible. They were always bad but this one had been the worst by far. Dumbledore had forced him to return to the Dursley's even though he had killed Voldemort last year. That made his aunt and uncle angrier than they usually were at him. It only got worse when, somehow, his relatives had found out that Harry was gay. Dudley and his friends bullied him even more and were much harsher in their blows and words. Several times Vernon had taken his beatings too far and once he had needed to take Harry to the hospital or the teen would have died.
The compartment door slid open, the noise from the rest of the train momentarily entering the cramped room, but Harry did not realize this until Ron plopped down beside him. The jolting of the seat beside him helped him to hide his flinch and he acted like he had not just smacked his head against the window. He blinked a bit dazedly, the black spots slowly disappearing from his vision. He was not able to hide the tensing of his entire body, however, when a hand rested on his knee. The skin on the hand was pale and smooth and the nails were neatly trimmed and clean. He knew, even without looking at the owner of the hand, that the hand was a woman's hand.
"Harry get your feet off the seat. It's disgusting," Hermione's voice said. She pushed his legs down and Harry was uncomfortably aware of Ginny's eyes on him. He had come into his inheritance two years later than was normal for a wizard with creature blood. One of his parents had been a Veela but he was not sure which one it was. He made a mental note to learn as much about Veela as he could while at school. Ginny had already been obsessed with him before his eighteenth birthday and now he was afraid of what she would be like with the added allure of his Veela blood.
Conversation started again in the compartment and Harry returned his attention back out the window at the flying scenery. Slowly he pulled his legs onto the seat and curled up again. Thankfully Hermione did not notice this time and he remained in that position for the remainder of the train ride. The sun had gone down, casting darkness over the land, but still Harry continued to stare out of the window. They were almost at Hogsmeade Station when the black haired teen was pulled from his thoughts again.
Harry tensed when he felt a pair of hands on his knees for the second time that day. Again he could tell that the pair of hands belonged to a woman but they were too small to be Hermiones' and too big to be Lunas'. His head turned quickly and his eyes met with Ginny's. She had moved forward in her seat so she was perched on the very edge and she had pushed Luna so the petite blonde was squished against Nevilles' side. There was lust in her blue eyes and fear entered his emerald orbs. The red haired witch pushed Harry's legs down again slowly, her hands sliding further up his thighs the lower his legs got. When his feet were back on the floor, Ginny's hands were on either side of his crotch. Hermione and Ron did not seem to notice what Ginny was doing but Luna and Neville were looking at him apologetically. Ginny gave him a sultry, seductive look, her right hand sliding over slightly, and groped his dick through his pants, squeezing tightly, before sitting back in her seat.
The black haired teen sat as still as a statue, staring unblinkingly at the air in front of him. Fear dulled his green eyes and all of the blood had drained from his face. He couldn't believe she had just done that. He thought that Ron had told her that he wasn't interested. Harry was pulled from his thoughts as the train came to a halt in the station. He jumped to his feet before the train had even came to a complete stop. He tugged his trunk from the rack above his seat, not even stopping to apologize when it smacked Ron on the side of the head. Shrinking his trunk and shoving it in his pocket, Harry dashed out of the compartment and to the closest exit off of the train. Once the train doors opened, Harry jumped onto the platform and dashed toward the carriages that would bring the students to Hogwarts.
He sat alone in the carriage until several other students climbed in and sat down. A quick glance told him that there were now five Slytherins sitting with him. He looked away from them and sat back in the same curled position he had been sitting in on the the train. He jumped violently when either Crabbe or Goyle, he was not sure who it was, punched his left shoulder so hard he knew it would bruise.
"Why are you so jumpy, Potter? Have a fight with your lapdogs on the train?" Malfoy sneered at him.
Harry looked up at the blonde and his heart skipped a beat when he caught the other boys scent, his Veela singing in delight. Green eyes widened in shock and he looked away quickly. He moved closer to the corner of the carriage, curling around himself as tightly as possible. He couldn't believe the cruel sense of humor of the fates. Of all the people in the world who could have been his dominate mate it just had to be Draco Malfoy. His Veela screeched at him in anger for ignoring their mate. It was not happy that Harry was stopping his mate from comforting him. It had been hurt just as much, if not more, than Harry had been over the summer. Even without any research, Harry could tell that Veela were very loyal creatures and only ever slept with their destined mate. Being sexually abused by Vernon over the summer had nearly killed Harry and his Veela.
The rest of the carriage ride to the castle was silent, the Slytherins quickly loosing interest in bothering him when he failed to rise to the bate. None of the six teenagers said a word. Not even the Slytherins dared to speak to each other with Harry in the carriage with them. When they reached the castle, Harry waited until the Slytherins had left the carriage before he also got out. After living with the Dursley's for seventeen years Harry had learned to never keep his back to people who hated him, especially people with wands who wanted him dead.
