Chapter 1: A Chance For Another Life

Summary: All Harry Potter wanted was a family. A family that didn't abuse and torture him for every little thing, like the Dursley's. Draco, being from a pureblood family, has an inheritance, a creature inheritance. In his case, his inheritance is Veela blood. Not having full inheritance yet, Draco has only some of his Veela traits. All Draco wants is his mate. All Harry wants is a family. And when Draco finds out the horrific stuff that the Dursley's have done to him...He tries his best to let Harry know, "I'm here."

Disclaimer: Though I wish, no I do not own Harry Potter or any other Harry Potter Characters.

*Adopted from Amaimon25 since the author has stopped writing. I;m starting off on the third chapter, but I'm still publishing Chapter one and two. We're still discussing whether or not I'll take another of her stories, "Betrothed to Arrogance" a DBZ fanfic.

Chapter 1: A Chance For Another Life

HARRY:

"Stop please! I didn't do anything wrong! Please stop!" yelled a child.

"Didn't do anything wrong? Didn't do anything wrong?! You spilled poor Dudley's drink!" yelled a man.

He used a belt. A belt to hurt the poor boy. The small boy was curled up into a ball as the man whipped his back and the arms that were covering his face, as well as his legs. A big, beefy man, with hardly any neck, and a large moustache.

"It wasn't on purpose! Please believe me! It was an accident!" the boy yelled back.

But the whippings didn't stop. Only the man yelling at him stop his screaming, that the his neighbors might hear him. And if they did, an even worse punishment will come upon him. And after what felt like forever, the pain finally stopped. The scrawny boy started panting heavily, trying to recover from the pain. Then he was suddenly picked up from the floor by his raggedy, shirt collar.

Everything was still hazy to the child as he was carried, nearly choking, by the collar. He heard the sound of a door opening, and then he was harshly dropped onto the floor of a small room. It was a cupboard under the stairs.

"You are not allowed out of your room until you are told! Do you understand, boy?!" he yelled at the weak boy.

All the boy could do was nod weakly at him. And saying nothing else, the large man closed the door. And after hearing him secure the many locks that were on the door, he fell onto his back. Dragging the only pillow he had under his head. The pillow had dried blood, from the many previous beatings he had received from the man and his family.

The boy could feel the blood dripping and running down his body slowly. He was already used to this feeling. After a while, the pain started to disappear, leaving a numbing feeling behind. When he noticed that the bleeding finally stopped, he shakily got up, trying to get comfortable.

He had no bed. Just two pieces of sheet cloths that were dirty, that looked like they haven't been washed for years, and like the pillow, also had dried blood all over it. And the worn out, bloodied, pillow. The boy got under one of the sheets, covering himself with the other, trying to get as much warmth as possible even though it wasn't much. He laid there, shaking, trying to forget what just happened. It wasn't like he was doing it on purpose.

Stuff like this always happened, even the littlest mistakes earned the boy a beating. To the smallest little things, like a missed speck of dust on a cabinet. Or even fingerprints on one of the many glass cups. That man, or sometimes even his wife or son, give him a beating.

That man, the beefy man, was the boy's uncle. His uncle Vernon. Ever since he could remember, the man with tawny colored hair, usually was the one who gave him his daily beating. Vernon Dursley. Though, the boy wasn't allowed to call him 'uncle', only allowed to call him 'Mr. Dursley.'

Vernon Dursley's wife, was the boy's maternal aunt. Her name is Petunia. Petunia Dursley. A woman which was named after a flower, but looked nothing like one. The boy described her as a woman with a 'horsey' face. And unlike her husband, was very bony-looking face, and had a very long neck. Her hair a blonde color. Mrs. Dursley only harmed the small child when something was wrong with her living room or if the kitchen had even the slightest thing out of place. Her way of making the boy suffer was a slap in the face. Sometimes locking him up in his cupboard room, for a whole day with no food or restroom breaks.

And these two monsters' had a son around the same age, only a month older, as the abused boy. And his name was Dudley Dursley. His blonde hair matching his mother's. And compared to the other child living in the house, was very very large. And the kid was very spoiled. Anything he desired, he usually got. For no reason, Dudley just beats the boy. Sometimes even blaming him for stuff he didn't even do. Most of the boy's beatings were because of Dudley.

The abused boy hated his family. They treated him like a slave. A servant. And he had no idea why. He was family. And they treated him like trash. He always asked himself, why did his parents' have to die in that car crash? Why did they leave him with these monsters?

This boy was Harry Potter. He looked scrawny, for the reason of being under fed. He had black hair, a deep black that contrasted with his pale skin. He had green, green eyes. And in front of those green eyes, were round spectacles. He once heard from his aunt that he had his mother's eyes. How she hated them so. And he had a scar. In the shape of a lightning-bolt. He didn't know how he got it, though.

He knew little of his parents. Only that his father's name is James Potter, and that his mother's name is Lily Potter. The boy's aunt always said that he was much like his father, that he had the same face, and posture, and the same messy black hair. Even the same disgusting attitude, how she put it. But, that he had his mother's eyes. His aunt Petunia was the one who told him that his parents' had died in a car accident while visiting some friends. That was all he knew.

All Harry wanted was a family. A real family, that loved him. But all he got, was this. A family that treated him like a slave. Like a freak. A monster.

Harry asked himself. . .Why did they have to leave him? And with this horrible family? Why couldn't he have somebody else?

Harry always cried himself to sleep at night for as long as he can remember. He tried to get comfortable and went to sleep. His tears finally stopping when he did, but left dried tears at it's wake. He had nightmares like usual. Nightmares of being whipped and slapped his uncle and aunt. Being kicked and punched by cousin. It wasn't that different from reality.

After another restless night, he opened his deep green eyes to his messed up world once again. He didn't know what time it was, but he could smell the food that aunt Petunia was making for Dudley. Harry wondered how long it will be until they opened the door for him again? When he asked himself that, he heard the locks on the door and it suddenly open.

He looked up from where he was and saw his Aunt Petunia gave him a look of disgust.

"Get up, boy!" she said.

Harry immediately got up from the sheet he was laying on, and looked up at her waiting for her first command of the day.

"Go and finish cooking. I need get some things for my lovely little Dudley." she said.

"Yes, Mrs. Dursley." Harry said, moving quickly to the kitchen.

As he entered he saw his Uncle Vernon reading today's newspaper while drinking some coffee. To his left Dudley was playing with one of those new video games that everyone wants. Harry looked away from them when he heard his aunt's voice telling him to hurry up.

He walked over to the stove and starting moving the scrambled eggs around. When it looked around done, he got out three plates and served them to his uncle and cousin Dudley, leaving the other plate for when Mrs. Dursley came back from wherever she was. The boy wasn't allowed to eat until they have all eaten before him, and sometimes not even then. Usually, they fed him through a built in mail flap that his uncle put on the door of his cupboard room.

Dudley is twice as huge as Harry, he finished his food in under five minutes. "Dudley! Time to come in the living room!" yelled Mrs. Dursley.

Dudley got up from his chair making it fall to the ground. Mr. Dursley didn't even look up from his newspaper when he told Harry to pick up the chair and their dishes. Harry instantly obeyed. He pulled the chair up and picked up the dirty dishes to put in the sink.

He heard Dudley scream in joy. He quickly washed the dishes and ran to the living room to see what had Dudley more happy than usual. When he got there, he saw mountains of toys and presents just waiting there for the fat, blonde boy to open.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley stood next to each other watching there son happily. Dudley's smile faltered when he noticed something. He turned to his parents with a frown.

"How many are there?" he asked.

Vernon Dursley spoke, "Thirty-six. Counted them myself." he said proudly.

Dudley frowned, "Thirty-six?! But last year there was thirty-seven!" he yelled.

Mr. Dursley kept the smile on his face, but he answered nervously. "W-well, yes. But some of them are a lot bigger than l-last year and-"

"I don't care how big they are!" Dudley interrupted his father.

Mrs. Dursley came to her husband's rescue. "N-now, now, Dudley. The only reason we gave a present less than last year is because we're going somewhere special for your birthday."

Dudley's smile was back in an instant. "We're going somewhere? Where exactly?" he asked.

And before you know it, the family, even Harry who was told that it was a privilege to spend the day with them, were all getting into the car for the trip to the zoo.

Before Harry was able to get into the car, Mr. Dursley grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away, so know one was able to hear them.

"Now you listen here, boy. If I see any, and I mean any funny business going on while we are at the zoo, you will not be coming out of your room for a week. You understand?" he said, while the grip on Harry's hair grew tighter.

Harry cringed as his uncle's grip on his hair grew even tighter than it was before, eyes squinting from the pain. And he spoke saying, "I-I understand, s-sir. . ."

And with that, Mr. Dudley let go of his hair and took his seat as the driver. Harry got into the car, rubbing the back of his head in pain.

Half an hour later, they were at the zoo. Dudley was happily roaming the zoo, his parents trying desperately to catch up with him. Harry walking slowly behind them, actually admiring the animals unlike his cousin. Now all that they had left to see was the reptile section of zoo. The Reptile House.

Dudley was tapping harshly on the glass of a giant snake. "Why isn't it moving? Move!" he asked, knocking on the glass even more roughly than before.

"He's asleep!" Harry yelled.

Dudley looked at the snake, and scowled and walked away saying, "He's boring."

Harry stayed behind watching the snake. Harry sighed, "Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like. Lying there day after day, watching people press there ugly faces in on you."

And then, the snake opened his eyes and blinked up at Harry.

Harry's eyes widened, "Can you hear me?" he asked the snake.

And the snake nodded. Harry smiled.

"Wow. It's just. . .I haven't really talked to a snake before. Do you...oh, wait...Do you talk to people often?" he asked the snake.

The snake shook his head, no.

"So tell me, how was your life like before you were brought here?" he asked.

The snake stuck his tongue out, and nodded his head to the sign. Harry looked to where he was pointing and saw that below the sign it said, "Bred in Captivity."

"Oh, I see." Harry turned back to the snake. "I guess I'm the same way. I never knew my parents' either."

"MUMMY! DAD! Come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" Dudley said as he ran back to the giant snake Harry was talking to.

When he got there, he pushed Harry away, making him fall onto the floor. Harry looked up from the floor and glared at Dudley. Dudley's face was pushed against the window of the reptile, hands as well.

Harry was done! He was sick and tired of being pushed around by his cousin. He didn't know what happened after that. But, he was happy about it. The glass window Dudley was pressed against, just vanished. Disappeared. And Dudley fell head first into the snake's habitat.

As he hit, water splashed everywhere as he tried to get up. And as Dudley opened his eyes, all he saw was a snake escaping his habitat. Harry looked wide-eyed at the snake. The snakes looked up at where Harry was on his spot on the floor.

"Thanksss..." the snake hissed.

Harry said, "Anytime."

Harry was still trying to figure out what just happened as he watched the reptile slither away. People yelling "snake!" as they tried to get out of it's way. When Dudley saw that the snake was out of sight, he got up and tried to get out the way he came in. But when he tried, the glass was back and he didn't know how to get out.

"Help! Help! Somebody please!" he yelled.

Dudley's parents happened to walk by and saw that Dudley was in the snake cage. Petunia gave a loud shriek and yelled for her son.

Harry looked at the situation at hand, and chuckled to himself. Mr. Dudley heard the chuckle and turned to him. Instantly, Harry's happiness vanished.

The next he knew, he was back in the hell hole he was forced to call home, being beaten once again.

"I told you! I didn't do anything!" Harry yelled.

"Don't lie to me, boy!" Vernon yelled, kicking Harry in his ribs.

"I swear! The glass just disappeared! It was like magic!" he yelled.

After saying that, he was pulled up by the collar and slammed into the cupboard. Blood still seeping from his fresh wounds. He heard the many locks moving once again, and then his Uncle Vernon yelled.

"There is no such thing as magic!" he yelled, and then banged on the door.

And then everything else was a blur to him.

Letters from owls:

Mr. H Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging,
Surrey.

. . .Then we moved to a place, where there was nothing. And at midnight, on 31 July, came in a giant named Hagrid.

"You're a wizard, Harry..." he said to the boy.

Hagrid gave the boy a letter, and he read it aloud for all to hear:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Terms begins on 1 September. We will await your owl no later than 31 July.

Harry looked up at Hagrid and smiled, "I am going to Hogwarts..."

While getting his school supplies in Diagon Alley, Hagrid told him that his parents didn't die from a car crash. That they were one of the best wizards of there generation. There was no way they would die in a crash! They died protecting their son, Harry.

Protecting him from He-who-must-not-be-named. And that was how he got his scar. His parents had died, protecting their beloved son...

With the help of a woman, Harry finally found his way to Platform 9 3/4.

On the train, a boy with red hair introduced himself.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." he said with a smile.

Harry smiled back and said, "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Harry has made his first friend in the Hogwarts train.

. . .And at the steps that lead to Hogwarts Great Hall, he made his first enemy.

"My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." said the boy.

Draco Malfoy, a pureblood wizard. Blonde hair that almost looks white to Harry. And silver eyes. They looked so cold to him, but at the same time, so warm. Draco was tall, yet slender. He had a pointed face, and with pale skin. And by the looks of it, he had quite the attitude.

At first, Harry thought that they could be friends. But, then he made fun of his new friend, Ron. Draco told Harry that he could do better than some muggle-loving purebloods.

And Harry responded saying, "I think I can tell the wrong sorts for myself, thanks."

And at the sorting hat, Harry was so happy that he was sorted in Gryffindor as he sat down next to Ron.

"Draco Malfoy." said Professor McGonagall.

And all of them waited as he sat down on the chair. The Sorting Hat barely even touched him, when it yelled out, "Slytherin!"

Draco smirked, and went to sit with the other Slytherins. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and looked straight at Harry. Harry wasn't looking at him, but he felt a connection to him.

Harry Potter.

Draco's Veela senses was on high alert right now. Draco was fascinated with Harry's scent. It was the most delicious smell in the world to him. He smelled so sweet. It was like everything Draco could want wrapped in one package. To Draco, he smelled like roses, and sweet smelling desserts, the smell of grass field on a windy day. . .Draco could go on forever.

Draco was enchanted. He found him. And at a young age, Draco has found him. He didn't have to go all around the world just to look for his soul mate. He was right in front of him, and he is just a couple steps away.

His mate.