The winds were blowing and howling outside. Rain batted the windows, while lighting crackled angrily. In a cupboard under the stairs of number Four Private Drive, Little Whinging Surrey, cowering in a corner was a little ten years old shaking with fright. He had raven hair, bright emerald green eyes, round severely broken glasses held together by abundant of scotch tape, and a lighting bolt scars on his forehead. The small, timid child was none other than Harry Potter, who had been locked up in his "room" for clumsily breaking one of his aunt "valuable" vases, after getting pushed in to it by his whale of a cousin, Dudley.
There was the banging of the front door and heavy footsteps of his uncle, Vernon Dudley. The footsteps past his cupboard continued up the stairs and because his uncle is a whale like his son, each step he took bring down dust in the little cupboard. The little boy let out a whimper of fear. After holding his breath, he slowly counted to 30, and after hearing the door to his aunt and uncle's bedroom slam shut, he shakily exhaled with a sigh of relief. Flopping back on his bug bitten bed Harry sighed tiredly and slowly, very slowly, let darkness claim him as its own.
The sun wasn't even peeking over the horizon and Harry was already up, making his bed, tidying up his cupboard, and waiting for the cupboard door to be unlocked, so that he could start breakfast. One that he wouldn't be tasting until all his endless list of chores is done and knowing his aunt, Petunia; that wouldn't be until past dinnertime. But that was fine, Harry thought, he had accepted his fate a long time ago. When he was three actually. By then he had grown too big to live under the sink anymore and was moved into his cupboard. Then as he grew it became more and more obvious. He was pulled out of his though by the sound of his cupboard being unlocked.
"Boy, get out here!" Uncle Vermon yelled. "Hurry up and start breakfast you lazy, good for nothing freak!"
"Yes, uncle," Harry replied while quickly moving out of his cupboard and heading to the kitchen.
He pulled his stool out from a corner by the fridge and set it in front of the stove. Harry wasn't quite tall enough, as only his head managed to peek over the stove, due to his lack of nutrition. He started heating up the pan and left to go to the fridge to get some bacon, eggs, and sausages out. Moving back to his stool he started cooking them. He stiffened as he heard heavy footstep of his whale like cousin, Dudley.
"I hope he doesn't try to burn any of the food," Harry thought worridly. The last time he did that Harry went to bed with no food and a back full of bruises given to him by his uncle's belt.
"Morning daddy!" Dudley squeal out with too sweet of innocent.
"Morning my little man." Vermon replied with happiness and pride in his eyes.
For a minute there was pain and a sad look on Harry face. For no matte how many times he thought he had gotten used to it, he was still a child that wanted his own mummy and daddy. While he was brooding his cousin quietly snuck up behind him and turn up the stove causing the bacon and eggs he was frying to burn. Harry quickly wiped his eyes and shook himself out of his self-pity after hearing his cousin whine loudly: "Daddy the freak is burning my breakfast!"
Harry froze and hurried turn off the stove, while shaking with fears. He slowly turned around to face his uncle. Vermon snap his head up and stare at Harry with sadistic gilts in his eyes. He yelled, "Boy, how many time have I told you not to waste our precious food!"
"I'm s-sor-ry uncle." Harry answer shakily. Harry was scared, No, he was beyond scared, and he was terrified. His uncle has said the last time that Dudley had burned the food (and he got punished for it,) that IF he ever burned their food again that it won't just be a little beating. His beautiful green eyes widened and became full of fears.
Vermon clambered over and grabbed Harry by his hair with a meaty fist. "Dudley won't you be a dear boy and get me the whip." He said with such a sweet voice that even Dudley got a chill down his back.
Harry watch as his cousin scurry of to get what he has been ask to get with a bit of fear and a lot of glees. A minute later Dudley was back with a black leather whip decorated with spikes. His uncle took it and turned towards him, and with a sadistic smile he lifted the whip. Knowing his fate, Harry took a shaking breath and braced himself for a beating that was sure to come. The whip came down, hard, knocking the breath out of Harry and sending him tumbling to the kitchen floor. Then it came again and again; by this time Harry had curled himself into a ball to numb the pain as much as possible.
"You little freak have been nothing but trouble to my family! You are getting what you deserve!" Vernon yelled while continued bring down the whips harder with each blow.
By now Harry was bleeding and near unconsciousness because of some of his old wounds had been split open alongside the new ones being inflicted into him.
Not getting the little freak to scream in pain like he wanted to, Vernon dropped the whip and started kicking and punching Harry.
As the assault continued, inside Harry his power begin to stir as his body screamed of danger and the pain being inflicting to it. Finally it burst forward, sending Vermon across the room and Harry felt like he was being crushed through a straw.
He landed with a crash, starling the three blond shapes, one residing on an arm chair and the other two on a couch. "Where am I?" was Harry's first thought when he felt the marble stone floor hit his already broken arms. The last things he registered before blacking out was two gray eyes, fill with shock, terror, worries, and two strong arms wrapping itself around him.
Harry begins to stir, darkness fade slowly from his vision, allowing the world to come into full view. Looking up at the white ceiling, "Wait, white!" he thought to himself. He shot up from whatever he was laying on and groaned as pain shot out to every corner of his body. Ignoring the pain, Harry slowly took in his surrounding as best as his blurry eyes sight would allow him. He was sitting a queen size bed, cover by a large silky blanket. By the bed was a nightstand with his broken glasses on it. Reaching over he grab it and put them on. Harry let a sigh escape his lips, because even with his glasses on, they were so crack he couldn't see anything. However he knew that the room he was in was big and very pretty, judging by all the flashy gold color and lots of furniture in the room. Just then the door open and a head of blond peek through the door.
"Oh, good your awake," exclaimed the blond boy as he came to a stop by Harry's bed.
"W-wh-ho a-are you? W-whe-ere a-am I?" Harry asked, timidly backing away.
"I'm Draco and you're in Malfoy Manor." Draco reply proudly, looking at Harry in interest.
"Oh-" was all Harry could get out before the door once again opening interrupted him.
Another blond head peek in, but this one was taller and it was a woman this time. "Draco how is he dear?" asked the women as she closed the door behind her.
"He seems fine mother, but I think Uncle Sev should have a look at him again and make sure," Draco replied.
"Very well, I will inform your father and have him contact Severus after I leave," the women replied. "How are you feeling dear?" she asked, turning to Harry.
Harry just stare at the women, eyes wide in surprise, since no one had ever ask about his well being before! It took a minute or two for Harry to reply. "Hurt." he said faintly.
"Where!" Draco exclaimed worriedly as the women open her mouth to ask. He rushed up on to the bed and was next to Harry in seconds. He ran his hands up and down checking for any cut that wasn't healed.
"Now, now dragon give him some room, I'm sure he will be fine as soon Sev check him over," said the women.
"But mother," Draco whined.
Harry had frozen in shock when Draco rushed over and checked on him. Snapping out of his stupor, he curled into Draco, because the blood boy made him feel safe and warm. Draco in turn wrapped an arm protectively around him, still looking for any cut out of the corner of his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked quietly, from Draco arms.
Draco pipe up, "This is my mother, uh-" he left the sentence hanging look down at the boy n his arms
"Ha-harry," Harry replied, looking up at Draco.
Draco smiled and repeated his sentence, "This is my mother, Harry."
"Hello, uh, um, h-how did I get here?" Harry ask again this time looking toward Draco's mother.
"Well, that isn't important now, what is important is that you got the rest you needed. We can talk about how you got here later, because honestly I have no clue myself," Draco's mother reply with a gentle smile.
"Um, thank you, ma'am." Harry replied.
"You're very welcome dear. Now rest, you will be all better when your awake," she said. "Come Draco, we shall let him have a rest before Sev gets here," and she closed the door behind them.
Three hour later, Harry woke up to the sound of a door being opened, again. He looked up and saw a man with straight shoulder length black hair and black bottomless eyes. He was about to panic when the stranger stepped into the room, but stopped when he saw Draco mother walking in right behind the man, though he was still wary of the man.
"Hello again Harry dear, this is Severus, and he is going to check and make sure you are alright. Then we can all head down to dinner together, then continued celebrating Draco birthday and you can meet all of his friends!" She said happily.
Harry stay silent as the man, Severus, take out a sting and mutter something under his breath and the stick glowed. His eyes widen in awe and he couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to make that stick glow?"
"It's a wand not a stick." Severus reply not even taking his eyes from examining Harry.
"Oh, what's that?" Harry ask again.
Severus look up at the child and then back to Draco mother with a weird face. Though, Draco mother also had a surprise face as well, but it return to a gentle smile a minute later. "Harry dear, who are your parents?" Draco mother ask.
"I don't know, my uncle said they die in a car crash." Harry answer sadly.
"Ok, do you know your last name dear?" Draco mother ask again more gently this time.
"Uh, I think its Po-uh- Potter!" Harry exclaimed. That's what my uncle calls me when I'm a bad boy."
Both adult froze, Harry stare up at them, waiting for them to say something to him. When either of them react after a minute, Harry began to get scared, did he do something wrong, or perhaps they just realized what a freak he was and didn't want to be near him. His eye began to tear up and a little whimper escapes his lips.
Draco's mother snapped out of her daze when she heard him whimper. Looking down at him and saw he was crying. She hurried over and scopes him up in her arm and started hushing him. "Shhh, it ok, it ok, what wrong dear?" she asks worriedly.
"Hic, hic, you-you, hic, don't want me, " Harry wailed, " be-because I'm a freak!"
As he finished his explanation the house began to shake. Vases crashed to the floor, the picture fell off the wall, and the round mirror across the room crack. As Harry wailed on, the door burst open and in step a tall version of Draco. "What going on here Cissy?" he ask a bit of worried in his voice.
By then Harry was reduce to nothing but a pile of tears. Crying so loud he could have scare the grim away. Just then Draco rush in with a worried look on his face, after hearing the wailed and the magic that shook his house. "What wrong Harry?" Draco ask walking up to stand by his mother and reaching up to cup Harry face, whipping away any tears that dare to escape his eyes.
"I don't want to go back to them!" Harry answers Draco.
"Go back to who?" Draco asks again, thou, this time one of his hand lower itself down to Harry back and rub soothingly.
"Them, my uncle, aunt, and cousin," Harry replied "They're mean, they hit me, sometimes they won't give me food, and blame me for everything Dudley does wrong! And I don't want to go back."
All of the people in the room were shock beyond their believe. Draco's mother was now cradling Harry in her arm protectively, not showing a sign of letting him go any time soon. Draco was right next to his mother still trying to soothe Harry. Even though he barely knew Harry; he has this urge to protect the small boy.
"Please don't send me back to them," Harry pleaded with them wide eyes dripping tears.
"Of course not! You're not going back there ever again! You will be staying right here with us," Draco's mother shouted before anyone could open their mouths to answer.
"Re-really?" Harry ask hopefully. No one could deny what Draco's mother had stated and Harry gave a hopeful look. All nodded, causing Harry to hug Draco mother tightly, and she gave him one back. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you ma'am!" He contentedly repeated his thanks.
"No need for all that ma'am and my lady stuff, call me Narcissa or Cissy, dear," Draco's mother told Harry as she hugs him.
No one noticed that Draco had gone quiet and began to glow. "Godric.." Draco said faintly, eyes hide behinds his bang. His body glow with silver light.
Harry turned around to face Draco, but stopped and began to glow as well, though he was surrounded by green light. The adult gasp and watch as they reach out to each other. Silver and green light laces and blends together. Narcissa let Harry go as her son arms came and hook itself around Harry waist. "Salazar..." Harry whisper in return.
Okay, I'm ending it here.
This is my first fanfic and long story ever! I also hope it make sense, since English isn't my first language. Something might not make sense.
But thanks for reading anyway.
Please review ~ (don't be too harsh on me please) thank you