Okay so since I got good reviews on my last Harry/Draco flick I'm going to try another. HBP and DH didn't happen. Harry and Draco's 6th year and Harry realizes a few things. One his gay and two he wants Draco Malfoy of all people. Harry has to make choices and decide what he really wants in life. See what happens when he starts thinking for himself instead of letting others and prophecy decide for him. He has help in the form of Voldemort in his head all summer to help him see the truth. This will be mature and I don't own anything. Please review.
Story starts: Harry POV.
I arrived at the plat form to start yet another year at Hogwarts. My 6th year. My 5th year had sucked royally. Umbridge had been a huge bitch and made my life hell, on top of Dumbledore ignoring me and he still is, by the way. Plus I lost my godfather during the fight at the ministry. I blamed Bellatrix for it for a while until I start really thinking.
It wasn't anyone's fault but Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore because he kept Sirius locked in a house he hates and kept him in the dark about everything. And Sirius' fault for jumping into a dangerous battle when he should have stayed away. Bellatrix only hit him with a stunner and he accidentally fell into the veil. I remembered the look on her face when he fell and for a moment she looked sorry that it happened and that was enough to make me forgive her for the accident.
His summer had been hell. The Dursley's had treated him worse then they ever did. He only got fed a few times and was beaten by his uncle more times then he could count. God he hated those muggles. He understood why Voldemort hated muggles so much. If Voldemort went through half of what he did when he was younger then Harry could relate to the man.
Yes Potter. I know how you feel. I told you once before we are so very much alike. I heard his voice in my head. Voldemort had decided to come into my head everyday during the summer and talk with me. At first I ignored him or cussed him out but then when I started getting lonely since my so called friends again were not writing me I had no choice but to seek comfort in the voice inside my head.
So for weeks we talked. He explained he never had anything against my parents and they didn't have to die but they chose to fight him. He said the only reason he came after me was due to the prophecy he only heard half of and he was under the impression it was either kill me first of wait to be killed and anyone would chose life over possible death. And I could agree with him. How many times during my Hogwarts years did I head into battle first before I could be killed myself.
We were so much a like it wasn't even funny.
I spent all summer trying to survive at my relatives house and talking with Voldemort that I came to terms with a lot of things.
One I was gay. Thanks to the dark lord bastard kindly laughing at the dreams I had at night about other men. He told me it was very common in the wizarding world for wizards to be gay or Bi. He even clued me in on a little secret that Snape and Malfoy Sr. were lovers and had been since they went to Hogwarts together. The only reason Lucius married his wife was because of the contracts with there families and he was required to have an heir but he was devoted to Snape and Snape devoted to Lucius just the same.
It was a bit of juicy gossip that I couldn't wait to tease Snape about. I didn't really hate the man now that I knew more about him. Voldemort had told me all about how my mother had betrayed him for my dad and how my dad and his friends treated Snape like shit. I saw some of that during my Occlumency lessons with him but I didn't know the whole story, but thanks to Voldemort I know my dad was really a bastard and my mother had betrayed her oldest friend because my dad didn't like Snape. Really I was better off without them if that was how they would have raised me.
This year I wanted things to be different. I wasn't going to let my so called friends dictate what I did anymore and I wasn't going to hate Snape anymore. I wasn't going to give a rats ass about Dumbledore anymore, because really he was the cause of all my heartache and the reason I live with filthy muggle that don't deserve to live.
Just say the words Potter and I can take care of those muggle for you and anyone else that you'd like. Voldemort said in my head as I sat in an empty compartment and waited for the train to start. He had been trying to get me on his side all summer to become like his heir. I had decided for now I was neutral and I need more time this year to completely decide and he agreed to give me that time I needed and call off all attacks on me until I made my choice. He was however sending me dark arts books by owl for me to read and I was enjoying them a lot.
You know if you want the one you desire you will have to join me. Voldemort reminded me and I sighed. He was right about that. When I realized I was gay I also realized something else. It wasn't just any boy I wanted but one very specific one that was highly unreachable.
I was in love and very much in lust with Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy and I didn't know how to go about getting him to want me back. I rolled my eyes as Voldemort chuckled inside my head at how pathetically in love I was with the blonde.
Really Voldemort wasn't a bad guy once you spend time talking to him. He told me more truth then anyone else in this fucking world ever had.
And I always will, Harry. I don't believe in lying, not even to my death eaters. They get the truth whether they want it or not. He replied and I nodded in my head.
I thought back to my first year at Hogwarts when I turned down Draco's hand in friendship. The stupidest mistake I ever made and would always regret it.
"Some wizarding families are better then others, Potter. I can help you there." he had told me and now I knew he was right. Merlin my life would have been so much better had I just listened to him.
Yes it would have. But it's not to late to fix it. Voldemort said to me and I rolled my eyes.
You just love inputting your opinion into my thoughts don't you. I ask him and all I got was a laugh in reply.
The door to the compartment opened and there stood the object of my dreams. He had grown taller then me now, his blonde hair was longer and fell in front of his face, his muscled had filled out and I had to stop myself from drooling.
Don't act like a blushing virgin, Potter. You'll never win him over without charm and skill. Tap into your Slytherin side for once. Voldemort snorted in my head but I ignored him in favor of giving Draco a once over with my eyes to which he raised his eye brow in reply.
"Can I help you with something, Draco." I ask him without the hate I use to carry in my voice. He seemed taken back for a moment before replying.
"Where's your Mudblood and the Weasel, Potter." Draco ask and I rolled my eyes before taking out one of the dark arts books Voldemort gave me.
"Don't know and really don't give a shit. Probably off snogging somewhere." I replied.
"What's the matter Potter. Jealous Weasley got to Granger before you." Draco ask smirking and I surprised him by smirking back.
"Hermione's not really my type." I said looking him up and down slowly again before meeting his eyes. "I'm not into girls at all, if you know what I mean." I said and chuckled at the god smacked look on his face. I turned back to my book and read, when I heard the door shut I thought he had left until I saw out of the corner of my eye that he sat across from me.
"What going on with you Potter. Your telling me your gay, the golden boy is gay and that you don't care where your friends are and you reading, is that a dark arts book?" Draco ask me and I nodded.
"Yup, I find it very interesting." I replied and I heard Voldemort snicker in my head.
"Potter." Draco snapped and I looked and him waiting for him to continue.
"What is going on with you?" he ask irritated.
"Nothing, let's just say I'm not as golden as everyone thinks and I've decided to change a few things is all. Why so interested in me and what I'm doing, Draco?" I ask saying his name in a purr. Draco's eyes widened and he cheeks flushed pink before he stood quickly.
"In your dreams Potter." he said before opening the door.
"Already there." I replied but I wasn't sure if he heard me before the door closed and I was alone again.
Halfway through the train ride my wayward friends finally showed up laughing and looking thoroughly snogged. Such good friends I have, they know of my summer life and that I just lost Sirius and instead of coming to check on me they spend half the ride making out and having a good ole time. Fuckers.
"Hey Harry. How are you." Hermione ask as they plopped down, Ginny sliding in as well and sitting very close to me.
I hide my book in my pocket so they didn't see and suppressed the urge to curse the red headed leech that insist on following me around like a groupie.
"How do you think I am." I ask in an emotionless tone. Stupid bitch. I was beated with in an inch of my life all summer. I think I still have broken ribs and I know I'm covered in bruises that I cant heal until I get to school, but does anyone care. No.
They didn't reply and just looked at each other. I didn't care to see them right now or ever really so I turned and stared out the window for the rest of the trip in silence.
Eventually they left saying something about finding Neville and Luna but I just ignored them. I wasn't going to put on the same happy, Harry face I did every year while they ignore the fact that I'm an abused teen who the world expects for me to save there asses and forget everything that has been done to me.
Let's also not forget the fact that Dumbledore neglected to tell me that I was a Horcrux and in the end he would have wanted me to sacrifice my life for theres.
Oh yes I know all about Voldemorts Horcruxes, he told me all about them over the summer. He didn't know I was one until he got into my mind at the Ministry and found out. Now I know why I'm so important to Dumbledore. My death is needed for Voldemort to die. Well I got a news flash for him, I don't plan to die for him to he can kiss my arse.
Again with the bloody laughing, Voldemort. Do you know how strange it is to have someone laugh in your mind and not try to look like an idiot for laughing out loud for no reason. I ask him when again he was laughing at me.
Yes I do. And it's not my fault if they think your crazy. You do talk to the dark wizard inside your head. Voldemort replied and I snorted at him. Maybe I am crazy but who the hell cares.
When the train stopped in Hogsmead I realized my friends didn't come back and really I didn't care. Before I probably would have been hurt but now I just don't care anymore. Standing carefully I winched when my ribs hurt and pain shot through me.
You need to have that healed, Potter. Voldemort said in a serious manner.
Can't. Pomfrey will just tell Dumbledore who will do nothing but accuse me of hurting myself or some shit. I replied bitterly.
Then go to Snape after the feast. He will heal you and wont say anything to the headmaster. I have already told you, you can trust him. He is loyal to me not the old man. Voldemort said. I sighed but nodded when I felt my scar throb at Voldemorts irritation.
Alright just bloody stop I hurt enough as it is. I snapped and the throbbing stopped at once.
I waited for most of the other students to clear out so I wouldn't get jostled on the way out. Once it was mostly clear I started to slowly make my way to the carriages. Once there I stopped and waited for an empty one, I didn't feel like riding to the school with any idiots.
"Move Potter." I heard someone say before I was bumped into. I gasp and winced and bit my lip to stop from crying out in pain as Crabbe and Goyle pushed past me and onto the carriage. Draco walked past as well but didn't touch me and looked at me as I tried to catch my breath. My ribs were really hurting.
"Draco, you coming." Crabbe called out and Draco shook his head.
"I'll catch the next one." he replied and they nodded before the carriage took off to be replaced with another one.
"Don't, Draco. Just don't." I said before he could even say anything and almost crawled into the carriage that was waiting. Draco came in after me and sat across from me and just stared at me with interest.
"What's the matter Potter. Get into a fight over the summer." he ask and I snorted.
"More like all summer, every summer for as long as I can remember." I replied back in a low tone and Draco's eye brows shot up.
"Surely you jest. Your probably spoiled by your family all summer long. What could they have possible done to you." Draco ask smirking. I narrowed my eyes in anger at the boy I wanted so bad. He had no idea.
"Does this look like being spoiled to you, Malfoy." I spat lifting my shirt up to show my chest. Draco's eyes widened and he gasp in shock. My chest was loaded with bruises, some old some new, I was far to skinny and my rib area was completely black and blue and I know my back looked the same.
"Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you." He ask me after I let my shirt fall back down.
"Life. My life is what happened." I replied letting my eyes fall shut. I was really hurting now and I felt as if I might just pass out.
"Have you told anyone. Your friends or the headmaster. Surely he wouldn't want his golden boy hurt." Draco ask and I snorted not even opening my eyes.
"They know, Draco. My friends act like it doesn't happen and who do you think put me with the muggles, Dumbledore." I spat and Draco was just silent. So I started to drift off.
"Potter. Potter." I heard Draco snap and I opened my eyes to look at him.
"What." I ask and he huffed.
"I was telling you, you need to have someone look at that before you end up dead." Draco said and I shrugged.
"What do you care." I shot back.
"I don't, but you just need to." he replied crossing his arms over his chest and I chuckled before wincing.
"Maybe I don't care if I die anymore. Ever wonder about that." I whispered and Voldemort shot another throb to my head which I hissed and grabbed my scar.
"stop doing that." I hissed and Draco looked at me funny.
"Doing what." he ask.
"Nothing I wasn't talking to you." I replied.
Stop saying shit like that Potter. I don't want to hear you talking about dying. Voldemort hissed at me and I rolled my eyes.
You sound like a mother hen. I snorted and got another shot of pain to my scar for my cheek.
"Then who where you talking to, Potter. Voices in your head." he ask looking at me as if I was mad and I smirked back.
"As a matter of fact I am. And it's not voices it one, annoying as hell voice of your dark lord." I replied back and Draco's eyes widened.
"Your joking." he ask and I smirked wider.
"Nope. He wont go away. Been there all summer." I said.
"I don't believe you." Draco told me and I laughed.
"Really, then how else would I know your father and Snape are fucking." I replied and laughed louder when Draco's eyes widened and he paled.
"How, What. How do you know that." he stuttered in a un-Malfoy like way.
"Voice in my head I already told you." I said.
"So that's what's different about you. You have his voice in your head and you've changed sides." Draco ask and I shrugged.
"Not really changed sides yet, more like I don't care anymore, I'm not the lights toy anymore. So I guess I'm neutral as of now. But he's working on changing that too." I said.
"But if you tell anyone, he wont be happy." I added and I felt Voldemort nodded in my head.
"I'm not stupid, Potter. I wouldn't tell anyone shit like that. It's just, wow." he replied and I nodded before closing my eyes again as we got closer to the castle.
"You really should let someone heal you though." Draco said after a moment of silence.
"I'm not spending the night in the hospital again just for Dumbledore to accuse me of doing this to myself. Or saying I was depressed because of Sirius or some shit like that." I replied.
"Then go to my godfather. Snape would heal you, I think." Draco said I bit back another snort.
"Maybe." I replied as the carriage stopped and Draco got out. I slowly followed him out as well and we walked side by side inside not saying anything.
When we got to the great hall everyone was looking at us but I just ignored them all and went to sit in am empty spot at the Gryffindor table. Ron, Ginny and Hermione all scooted down to sit with me, Neville following them.
"What the bloody hell were you doing, walking in with Malfoy." Ron ask and I resisted the urge to kill him.
"We caught the came carriage up here, Ron. It was nothing." I replied. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Dumbledore stood.
"Welcome back everyone and welcome to our new students. As always the forest is off limits, no magic in the halls and anything bought at WWW is forbidden. Also we welcome another new DADA professor this year. Lucius Malfoy." he said and I looked and noticed for the first time the blonde sitting next to Snape. The Slytherins cheered while the Gryffindor's booed. I didn't say anything just tried to keep my eyes open.
Could have told me about that one. I told Voldemort.
Would have ruined the surprise. he said back and I rolled my eyes again.
After that the food came and I ate very little. I hadn't had much to eat for weeks so eating to much would have made me sick.
I felt eyes on me and looked around. Snape and Lucius was watching me as well as Draco. I just shrugged it off and kept picking at my food.
"Harry you should really eat more, honey." Ginny said laying a hand on my arm and I flinched back.
"Ginny I am full and please don't touch me." I said and she looked pissed off and got up and moved to sit with her other friends.
"That was really mean Harry. You know she's in love with you. The least you could do is be nice." Hermione scolded and I glared at her.
"Why so she thinks she has a chance. Whatever." I shot back and Ron grew mad.
"And why doesn't she. You think you can do better then my sister." he ask in a loud voice that seemed to draw a lot of attention.
"Lower your voice, Ron. And no she doesn't stand a chance. She's not my type." I told him gritting my teeth at the pain it took to talk.
"Why not." Ron yelled and I closed my eyes to try and calm myself.
"Well I'm waiting. Why have you led Ginny on if she's not your type." he spat and I snapped.
"Led her own. Are you out of what little mind you fucking have. I haven't led anyone on, Ronald. If anything I've be kindly trying to dislodge the leech from my side. I. Am. Gay you tit mouse. That's why she's not my type." I yelled back and several people gasp. Ron's face grew red with anger and he pulled his wand.
"Mr. Weasley I suggest you put that away. Mr. Potter follow me." I heard a voice behind me and I groaned. Snape. Hell.
Slowly standing I followed the man out the door, vaguely aware that Draco and he father were behind us as everyone else started to leave the great hall.
We walked towards his office in the dungeons and as soon as we got there the pain just became too much and I started to sway.
"Potter." I heard Snape yelled at the same time I heard Voldemort call my name before I passed out.