Filth in the Beauty

By Gody

Translated by Drips of Yellow-Red Turpentine

Family is the only wound without which one cannot live

Harry had always though that nothing could traumatize him more. After all, he already had two absolutely shocking events in his life. The first of these events was when he was 8 years old... and when his older brother had been forced out of the house. He could still remember his mother silently crying on one of the chairs in the kitchen while his father, who he adored, and his big brother, who he also adored, argued with enormous anger. No... in fact his older brother was nearly at the point of crying while his father was screaming at the top of his voice, his face so red that Harry feared he might have a heart attack. Never, had Harry seen his father scream that loud again. Of course, he was not exactly someone with a long-temper... but, that day, he felt that he was in such a state of rage that anyone sane would have called the police. But, lucky for James Potter, he was the Lieutenant of the Police.

"You touched a boy! A boy, do you hear me?"

Tom didn't have anything to say. He just fixed his father with a look of resignation. And Harry had felt his heart clench to the point that he felt like vomiting.

"Say something, shit! Defend yourself."

"Why when you have already condemned me?"

The violence escalated to the point that his father slapped his brother. Despite trying not to, his brother emitted a cry. His brother fell to the floor, his hand holding his cheek. His brother was only 16 years old. Harry had never seen him fall in such a pitiful way. He saw his father's eyes change... his anger dispersed as his features hardened.

"Get out! And never come back! If I see you again, I'm going to kill you."

And his father turned away from his brother as if he had become a disgusting insect... and harry left as quiet as a mouth closing the door to his bedroom. He did not go out when he heard his brother stand up... and he didn't go out when he heard the front door close on his brother. It was that moment that he decided that he was never going to look at a boy in his entire life. Truly, when he saw his mother mother waste away with each day that passed. She cried... and she stayed silent... she cried again... and she fell into silence again,,,, and his father never changed his decision of kicking Tom out... and, during four years, he had not see his brother again... and then came what was the most traumatic event in his life. His brother... before a douze judges... the atmosphere calm and suffocating... and when he heard the charged against him...

"Attempted rape of a minor."

He was 12 years old at that moment and had some abstract idea of what rape was. And Tom hadn't really changed. He still hair black as night... his eyes were still brown almost red... however, he was not called Tom Elvis Potter... but, Tom Elvis Jedusor. Attempted rape on a minor... attempted rape on a minor... he could remember the pleas of him mother... she cried... she sobbed... she plead his father get him off. To pay the lawyers. Obviously, his father had not heard. Why would he have listened anyway? And he went tot he trial each day... to see how the process would finish... and he had seen the supposed victim... a little boy... how old was he? He was so small. White like a ghost... hair blonde, almost white... and he seemed completely indifferentto what was going on around him. He didn't look at anyone. And when he had recounted the fact, Harry had the impression that he recited a story, only a story. And he never forgot the name of that boy.

"Draco Malfoy, do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

When his brother was condemned to 10 years in prison, he had not even blinked. He couldn't cry any more. They cuffed his hands. He was taken far away. To the place where bad guys went. But, Tom was not bad. He was his brother! His big brother who took him to ride his bike! Who had taught him karate! It was his brother. And his father had denied him because he liked boys. And he went to prison... for a crime that Harry couldn't believe he had committed. Harry opened his eyes to the present. A sigh escaped his lips while he stared at the ceiling. Why was he thinking about that? Thinking about Tom never helped anything. He didn't know if his brother was responsible. In his heart, he could not imagine his brother, who he cared so much about, was capable of a crime so dreadful. But, what did he know? No one would suspect that under all his valuer, James Potter was a homophobe. Not that that concerned Harry. He was not homosexual. And he was happy. Why shouldn't he be? Nothing would be more surprising at the moment. He waited again to see his life completely messed up, however... he slowly closed his eyes and returned to sleep.

"Harry, I have news!"

When he saw his father smile so enthusiastically, the brunette could not help but smile himself. Better to smile at his father than to do the opposite in any case. He mentally smacked himself. Could he stop having such depressing thoughts? They were discouraging.

"And is it good news?"

"We are going to welcome someone very special to our house... someone who needs a home..."

Harry didn't know that his house had become a house for orphans. What an irony... his father kicked out his real brother and is accepting an unknown with open arms. Hooray. Lord... my thoughts are truely black. Bad memories. He should go see Ron. So at least he could talk to the red head about his real problems, they would make him laugh. Of course, to speak in that manner, he felt like he was being mean. But, the problems of Ron would always meaningless anyway...

"I see, that's awesome. I'm going to hang out with Ron."

He glanced at his watch for good measure and quickly walked to the door. He didn't care to know if it was going to be a boy or a girl that would be added to their household... or for what reason his father felt so charitable. He would just like to get out of the house. Truly, before seeing his mother who ressembled a ghost now-a-days. She didn't work anymore, and only ate when she was obliged to eat... in fact, she probably wouldn't breath if it weren't automatic. He ignored the feeling of bile rising in his through. It was her life anyway. He quickly opened the porte and found a blonde boy who was about to ring his doorbell. His eyes widened when they fell on the grey, nearly silver, eyes of the boy. His hair fell almost to his shoulders... his lips were pink... almost delicate.. he could not truly see the rest of his face because he was hidden beneath a black hat... and he was tiny. Of course, Harry would have to admit that he was a little taller than average. But this person was the same size as when he was 14! And he was 17 now. Enough. Maybe he was 13 years old or something.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked with raised eyebrows. "Are you lost?"

Maybe he was a little too childish, because the boy's eyes narrowed, and Harry felt like he needed to make a sign of peace.

"Get out of my way."

Harry didn't exactly know why the child's voice made him shiver in that manner... he would like to know. His mouth clamped shut and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why should I get out of the way? You move."

"Move, or I will make you move"

This boy stronger than him... a huge smile appeared on his lips and a sneer escaped his lips. This boy could not be more than 1 meter 55... maybe 1 meter 60 if he was being particularly generous. And he practiced martial arts since he was five. How was this garden gnome going to make him move?

"I would really like to see that."

Before he could attempt to laugh he felt a blow to the stomach, the small blond had hit him rapidly in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. Of course, the punch was not huge, but the power and speed with which the boy had stuck him was effective. In fact, he would like only one thing... to role into a ball and groan. The pain in his stomach was unbearable! At the moment when he was going to return his punch, he felt a push on the side from his father. For a few second his father rested immobile, staring at the blonde with a strange fascination, before a huge smile appeared on his father's face.

"Welcome to your new home Draco!"

At that moment, Harry forgot the pain in his abdomen before he became completely overcome by the feeling in his chest. Draco... he had heard that name only one time before... the little ghost boy... the little ghost boy who had accused his brother of molestation. He could not speak

"Mom knows about this?" He asked, his voice void of emotion.

His father didn't even bother looking at him.

"No, I am going to tell her now."

"When did you decide this?"

"Last night."

He felt like he had to go. Before he did or said anything that he would regret for the rest of his life. He didn't know if his brother was responsible. No... he knew that the brother he knew would never do such a thing... but who knew the truth? No one, there is the problem. Harry looked again at Draco Malfoy... oh yes, he remembered his name... how could he have forgotten? The blonde took off his hat, revealing his fine and harmonious facial features that took away Harry's breath. His was not the face of a boy... far from that.

"I'm going."

Without waiting for his father to tell him anything, he left quickly. Shit! Shit! Shit! Everything was getting twisted... the events of his life were continuing to become traumatising... and there was nothing he could do to change that... he must... understand ... he must.. He stopped in the middle of the road, his hands clammy with swear. He must understand. He must do something. He left quickly turned around and went to find his car. He must understand... and the only was to understand was to go see the person who had all the answers. His big brother...

A/N: Please note this is not my work. This is being translated from French to English by me with permission of Gody. To see the original story, please go to: .net/s/5930891/1/Filth_in_the_beauty Enjoy! I did when I first read it!