To Save A Savior

Category: Romance/Angst/Supernatural

Couple: SS/DM/HP maybe TR(LV)/HP and SS/TR/DM/HP (Whether or not I include Voldemort is up to you)

Warnings: BL, Yaoi, Shonen Ai, OOC, Auish, Abuse, Rape, Lemony goodness, threesomes, language, blah, blah, blah.

Rating: M for Mature

Summary: Harry soon finds that nothing is as it seems. Dark isn't evil and light isn't good. However, Harry no longer cares and finds himself walking down a path of depression. Who will be there to save a broken savior? Creature/mate/abused Harry fic. Sub!Abused!Fae!Harry SS/DM/HP, mpreg.

Disclaimer: Why the hell would I be writing fan fiction if I own it? If I did then it would be Yaoi throughout and the sexual tension between Draco and Harry would have already been taken care of. Don't you ever wonder what the authors thought about all the fan fiction and couples based on their works?

Prologue

The smell of blood, semen, and tears penetrated the air. Muffled cries and pants could be heard, both of which were coming from different sources. The pants were coming from a man hunched over and teen's broken body. Vernon's face was twisted in sick pleasure as he continued to break the boy underneath him. His cock was covered in blood and cum as he pounded into his nephew. The blood only continued to drive Vernon who only stopped when he deemed Harry broken enough. He sneered at the body before kicking it to make sure it was still awake.

"There's your nightly entertainment, freak" Vernon said with a sneer. "Clean up" And with that order, Vernon left the bruised and scared body of his nephew.

One would think this room a torture chamber with the dried blood that covered the floor and the chains that were hooked up to what he was forced to call a bed. But this was Harry's room, the room he was forced to live in for the summer. But this was the last summer he had to stay, for in a month Harry will turn seventeen, gain his inheritance, and get the hell away from there. All he had to do was survive for one more month. Harry snorted at the thought. He has survived living here for almost seventeen years and Voldemort; one more month won't do anything much. He has already given up on family, hope, love, and anything that had to deal with them.

He has been betrayed, hurt, abandon, and injured so many times that he just doesn't care anymore. He gave up hope a long time ago. Harry gave up hoping that Ron and Hermione would be friends with him again, that Dumbledore and the Order would still be there for him, that this summer wouldn't be as bad as the last, and he gave up the hope that his secret love would love him and protect him and see through the scars and pain to help him. But alas, no one would love a freak such as himself.

Harry briefly wondered what would have happen if he took Draco's hand and have been sorted into Slytherin. Things would have been different, right? He wouldn't have been betrayed by those he cared about. He wouldn't have been a puppet for Dumbledore's use. He would have been friends with Draco sooner and longer. But that was then and this is now. He couldn't focus on the path but rather he should look up to the future. This was his last summer, he was doing better in school, he had finally gotten Snape's approval, he had become friends with Draco, and the moment school is over he'll be gone from the Wizard world. Instead he will be traveling around the world and finally he will be free.

With that thought firmly in place, the loneliness and pain Harry felt lessen and he went to cleaning up his 'room'. At least it was better than the cupboard.

Meanwhile in a manor far away from Harry there were two mates who couldn't sleep. Draco Malfoy paced back and forth in his mate's office and Severus Snape had the unfortunate job of calming his veela mate. Both knew that their other mate was suffering but there was nothing either of them could do.

"Sev, we need to save him!" Draco snarled. His veela was screaming for blood to be spilled and to save his mate from whoever had threaten him. "Bloody hell….Harry" The mere thought of an injured Harry was sending Draco into a breakdown.

"I know, my little dragon, I know" Severus whispered in his younger mate's ear. He wrapped his arms around the veela in an effort to comfort him. Inside he was swearing unspeakable torture on the person who dared to hurt his other mate. "But for tonight it is over, so for now sleep"

"But Harry…."

"You need to be strong, for tomorrow we will get him and bring him here away from anyone who has hurt him"

Unfortunately neither of them knew the full extent to which Harry has been hurt.

Here it is! The prologue to my first posted Harry Potter fan fiction! Do not expect much as for accuracy to the Harry Potter timeline. I've only seen up to the fifth movie and I haven't read any of the books. I was just browsing in the HP archive when I got the inspiration to write. This is my first M rated fic as well. There is going to be a vote! Should I include Tom Riddle Jr. in the story as one of Harry's mates or not? Post your vote in your review. Thanks for reading!