Hi everyone, how are we all going? I know you're waiting on new parts of my other stories and I can finally promise that there will be some soon. I've finally finished uni YAY! I have a few months off ahead of me so I'm hoping to do some writing while I have the chance which means updates for you FINALLY! I know I feel terribly bad about making you wait but unfortunately life gets in the way of fun sometimes, "sigh". Anyhow, this is something I started a while back and finally decided to start posting up. It's going to be a bit of a long one I'm afraid and will eventually cross over with the Black Jewels Trilogy but I'm not going to label it as a cross over because the main story if going to be Harry Potter with the BJ stuff becoming heavier later. Anyway this is the prologue, only a short one because I wanted to test everyone's interest in the story first.

If you wish me to continue please review and let me know because I know it's been a while since I posted and if you're all too cranky with me to read another story then I won't worry about posting them anymore.

This one isn't Beta'd so all mistakes are my own.

WARNING, This story starts off with a rather nasty scene, there won't be many like it during the rest of the story it's just to help set up the story line.

Here we go...

The Dragon Queen's Chosen

Prologue

It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. He was Harry Potter for Merlin's sake, Harry freakin Potter! He'd survived an attack from the scariest wizard ever when he was nothing more than an infant, he'd survived making the transition to the Wizzarding world and the fame that came with being him, he'd survived everything that had been thrown at him up until this point including growing up in the muggle world with a family who hated him and treated him like their slave. Sadly it was that part that had him in the god awful predicament he was currently facing.

He should never have come back, he should have stayed in the Wizzarding world with the Weasleys, but no, he had to be an idiot and return to his muggle family over the holidays and look where it had gotten him. Lying on a cold, hard surface, drugged up to the eyeballs, his clothes being ripped from his body as a gang of muggles prepared to rape him. Seriously, how had he let himself get into this predicament?

He'd been stupid of course. He'd gone out after dark to escape his awful muggle relatives and their constant mistreatment, used magic to fake an ID and get into a pub and proceeded to drink as much alcohol as he could get his hands on –muggle money was so easy to counterfeit-. He'd turned away from his drink for all of a few seconds to talk to a girl who'd been trying all night to get his attention and the conversation had lasted only as long as it took to tell her she wasn't his type before his attention was once more on his drink. Unfortunately it seemed that was all the time it took for someone to slip something into his glass and here he was.

He wasn't entirely sure where he was right at that moment, in an alley probably. He had no idea where his wand was but he was far too out of his head to cast any kind of decent spell even if he had it which put wandless magic out of the question as well –of course he wasn't supposed to use magic outside of school or in front of muggles but right now he didn't give a damn about the rules and if he could he'd probably use a few unforgivable on the bastards-.

He struggled as they pulled at his pants but he couldn't tell if his struggles were being at all effectual. He must have pissed them off somewhat though because a fist was suddenly colliding with his face…and again…and again…and…wow he'd really pissed someone off! Somewhere in the back of his mind he allowed himself to feel some satisfaction at his little victory.

His pants were off now and no matter how much he struggled there were just too many of them. He heard himself screaming and he thrashed out at anything he could, trying to get himself free. Before he knew it he was being picked up and thrown against something hard –a wall maybe- and there was a body pressed up against his back.

No…Merlin no!

"Oh yes, little one, yes, yes, yes!" a rough voice sneered into his ear moments before he felt a thigh pushing between his and forcing his legs open.

Harry felt tears sliding down his face mingling with something else which was wet and warm…probably blood. This wasn't fair! Hadn't he suffered enough already? Hadn't his life been hard enough? What sort of sick, cosmic joke was this?

The monster's fingernails dug into Harry's hips, holding him still and Harry cried out in pain.

"That's right, scream for me!" the monster snarled into his ear. "You're gonna be screaming all the more soon enough!" he punctuated those last words by ramming Harry's face into the wall in front of him.

Harry knew he couldn't escape physically and he tried everything he could think of to do so mentally. He thought of his friends, Hogwarts, all the good times in his life so far…the very few there were. It was all for naught; Harry felt every moment of the pain. He heard every nasty jibe and evil cackle of sick pleasure that escaped his assaulter and Harry hated the bastard! He hated him to the very depth of his soul and he wanted him to die! He wanted him to suffer, to scream; to know what the Cruciatus curse felt like because it had to be at least as bad as this.

Harry sobbed as he thought about all the life he had yet to live, all the things he'd never done, all the people he had yet to meet and all the wrongs he had yet to right. He thought about his greatest regrets, the things he'd always wished for; things like love, happiness a family… loving, gun metal eyes gazing into his own as their owner gently brushed his hair away from his face and leant down to kiss him.

Wait a minute. Where had that thought come from?

He'd barely had a moment to dwell on it before the loud, pain-filled scream of his attacker filled his ears and Harry felt the bastard drop away from behind him. More screams followed, multiple in fact and somewhere in the back of his mind Harry noticed they were getting louder with each pass. As he slumped heavily to the ground he had just enough awareness left to realize that at least part of his wish had been granted and the monster was in fact screaming. Harry may not have been the cause, but he could deal with that.

He lay there listening to the screams dying down around him, wondering who had come to his aid and if they were just saving him to use him for the same purpose themselves. After a few moments he realized he was shivering and curled up as tight as he could, whimpering when pain shot up his back at the movement.

He didn't hear footsteps approaching him, but he suddenly felt his body being covered by something warm before it was lifted into a pair of strong arms. He whimpered in fear but the person holding him quickly shushed him and ran a gentle hand through his hair.

"It's okay, you're safe," a soft voice assured him and he was sure he should recognize it, but he was too out of it to put any kind of name to it. He tried to look up at his saviour, but his vision was blurry and all he could make out were shapes and a few colours. White… and black, there was lots of black…and then there was nothing but darkness.

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End of Prologue.

Okay what did we think, shall I continue? I'm currently working on the next part of My Hermione's Angry story so you'll see that soon regardless of if this one continues. Exchange Program will be the next to be updated then my Two Jack's story.

Please review!

Kayla