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Warnings: Sexual situations male/male (not too explicit as I'm anxious of writing an actual full sex scene). Mentions of prostitution, violence, manipulation etc If anything else comes up I shall add up extra warnings as I go.

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I'M NO-ONE'S SAVIOUR

"Harry, you coming?" Ron shouted, sounding irritable.

Harry was stood in front of the sink in the boys' bathroom, leant over the sink, his hands clutching the basin as he convinced himself he was going to do the right thing. "It's better this way." He whispered to himself as he drew himself up and straightened his robes and ran his hands through his hair before trying to flatten it again.

Harry emerged from the bathroom in his smart bottle-green dress robes and saw Ron tugging at his hastily de-laced sleeves. "Stupid dress robes, don't understand what made Mum buy them." He was muttering. Spotting Harry he turned around, "Finally, what you been doing in there?"

"Trying to get my hair to lie flat." Harry lied with a fake grin on his face.

"Not going to happen mate." Ron laughed as they both made there way down the stairs to the common room. "Wonder who Hermione's going with." Ron speculated out loud for about the tenth time that evening.

"I don't know Ron." Harry answered for the tenth time, thinking that if it was so obvious to him that they fancied each other why they were so oblivious. Especially Hermione who was meant to be the cleverest witch in their year.

"Parvati, you look stunning" Harry went over to his date for the evening, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

Parvati giggled, "Padma's meeting us outside the doors." She said to Ron before accepting Harry's arm and exiting the common room.

Ron frowned at the back of his best mate and his date, since when was Harry confident around girls? He was too busy tugging at his dress robes that he almost walked into Harry and Parvati when they stopped suddenly at the bottom of the main staircase.

"Bloody hell." Harry exclaimed.

Looking over to where Harry's gaze was directed Ron's mouth fell open, "Her...Hermione" he stuttered.

Hermione was looking gorgeous in a pale pink dress that ended just above her knees and showed off her figure, something that her school robes never did. Her normally frizzy hair was tamed and swept back in an elegant bun, with a few tendrils of smooth curls escaping.

"She looks beautiful" Parvati whispered.

"She does" Harry agreed, however turning back to Parviti he noticed she was looking a little put out, "Hermione's like a sister to me." He reassured her, "I think I'll have to go over there and give her date the 'big brother talk'."

Parvati giggled, "Good luck with that Harry, look who she's with."

"Viktor Krum!" Ron yelled as he started over to where Hermione and Krum were waiting to go into the hall.

"Ron" Harry pulled him back, "I don't think Hermione will appreciate you shouting at her."

"But...but..." Ron stuttered.

"Hi" a soft voice came from behind the trio.

"Padma" Parvati squealed, hugging her sister, "You look fab."

"So do you, I love your hair"

"Thanks! This is Ron Weasley"

"Hi" Ron muttered, glancing at Hermione again.

Harry kicked Ron as if to say, 'don't be a jerk' when Professor McGonagall came over.

"Ouch Harry!" Ron moaned.

"Mr. Weasley, you and your date should be in the great hall now. Mr. Potter if you would like to wait over there with the other champions."

"But Professor!" Harry protested.

"No buts Mr. Potter, the champions will be performing the first dance together."

"Good luck mate." Ron said as McGonagall ushered him and Padma into the hall.

Harry took Parvati's hand and led her over to Hermione and Krum, "You look beautiful Hermione" He said. "You do." Parvati agreed.

"Thanks Harry, you know, you don't clean up too bad either."

Harry grinned and turned to Krum, "Look after my sister won't you?" He said holding out his hand for Krum to shake.

"I vill do my best" Krum gave what Harry supposed was meant to be a smile before turning to Hermione and offering he arm as they were led into the great hall.

"Here goes nothing" Harry murmured to himself as he fumbled a bit due to nerves at the beginning of the dance. However, after he'd relaxed a bit and since Parvati seemed to know what she was doing he found that he didn't really mind dancing, just everyone looking at him.

Catching Parvati's eye, he smiled, "This isn't too bad" He said.

Laughing Parvati agreed, "The Weird Sisters are meant to play later." She commented.

"I don't know any wizarding music" Harry admitted.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, you'll catch up soon enough"

The rest of the night went really well in Harry's opinion; he really enjoyed Parvati's company and found they had much in common. It seemed that Hermione was enjoying herself as well, whenever Harry saw her she was smiling and talking to Krum animatedly, Krum looked besotted.

However, things weren't going quite as well for one Ronald Weasley who had refused to dance and so was now sitting by himself while everyone else was dancing and screaming to another of the latest wizarding bands, Hippogriff.

"Cheer up Ron" Harry said as he sat down next to his best mate, slightly out of breath. "Just get up and go and dance" He encouraged, "Ask Hermione to dance with you."

"She's too busy with the bloody stuck-up Quidditch star" he grumbled

"That's a bit unfair" Parvati said, she wasn't in the best of moods with Ron after he'd practically ignored her sister, "It's your fault you didn't think to ask her. I'm going to get a drink." She proclaimed getting up and heading over to the drinks table.

"She has a point you know" Harry said carefully, "You should tell Hermione how you feel, she's not completely indifferent to you either you know." He stood up and went over to Parvati before Ron could answer.

Harry didn't see Ron for the rest of the night so he presumed that the red head had gone up to bed early to sulk. After he'd said goodnight to Parvati in the early hours of the morning in the common room Hermione came through the portrait hole.

"That was a lovely evening don't you think Harry!" She grinned at him, looking slightly flustered.

"Yes it was." He replied, pleased that Hermione was looking so relaxed and happy. "Can I have a word, before we go up?" He asked.

"Sure." She said curiously as she allowed herself to be pulled over to one of the couches.

"Look, I know you enjoyed tonight with Krum, but Ron's upset." Harry started, unsure exactly how to put it, "He's jealous I think."

"Jealous?" Hermione said surprised.

"Ye, I don't think he realised it until tonight though." He said as he stood up and walked towards his dormitory, "Just think about it."

Hermione stayed on the couch for a few minutes wondering what Harry had meant before she too went up to bed.

Harry quickly changed out of his dress robes into some more comfortable Muggle clothes he'd got in London, they weren't much, only charity shop, but they did look better than Dudley's cast offs. He then silently picked up his bag that was packed with clothes and a bit of food before throwing his invisibility cloak over himself and heading back down the stairs, aiming for the one eyed witch and the passage to Honeydukes.

Meanwhile in the kitchens one little elf was sobbing uncontrollably, his large ears flapping as he shook his head, much to the confusion of the other elves who could not get much sense out of him, soon he was left with only a drunken elf called Winky as company as he knelt in front of the merrily flickering fire clutching a small bunch of letters in his small, bony hands.

FLASHBACK – SIX MONTHS EARLIER

"But sir..." Harry protested, getting to his feet.

"No buts my boy, you must return to your relatives." Dumbledore said gravely, observing Harry over his half-moon glasses.

"Please sir, you don't know what they're like" Harry persisted, he'd come to the headmaster, deciding that even if he couldn't live with Sirius he could at least escape the brutal treatment of his 'relatives'.

Dumbledore sighed, "They are your family my boy, surely they aren't that bad."

"I've already told you sir, that they...they..." Harry swallowed painfully; "it's not just neglect" he finished off pathetically, looking down, not wanting his idol to think he was weak for not being able to stand up a Muggle.

"Harry." Dumbledore said sternly, "You are going back to your relatives this summer, no questions."

Harry couldn't believe the headmaster was just sitting there, when he had made it abundantly clear that he received less than loving care at the hands of his uncle and cousin, "They beat me, ok?" He near-shouted causing several of the sleeping portraits to stir. Automatically he put his arms round his waist for protection, meeting the headmaster's twinkling eyes he pleaded, "sir, please, I...I can show you the scars."

"That won't be necessary" Professor Dumbledore said, standing up making Harry look to him hopefully, "I trust that you understand I can't let you exaggerate."

Harry stared open-mouthed, "Exaggerate?" he stammered.

"They are your family; even if you have your disagreements this is unacceptable." Dumbledore continued, "You shall be returning to them, anymore of these fabrications and I will be forced to write to your aunt about your attitude."

Harry could tell by his tone that he was dismissed, he practically ran out of the headmaster's office, trying not to cry at the loss of his mentor and not wanting to risk the Dursleys finding out that he'd tried to tell someone what his life there was really like. The beatings had more or less stopped since he'd started at Hogwarts, but his cousin and mates still enjoyed a game of 'Harry-hunting' and he received less and less food as each year went by.

000 - One Day Later - 000

"I could be living with him 'mione"

"I know Harry, I know, at least he's safe"

Harry didn't look up at his best friends as they sat by the lake on a hot summer's afternoon.

"You know, I really thought I was going to get away from them!" He spat resentfully, moodily throwing stones into the lake.

"Come on mate! It's the Quidditch world cup this year; I think Dad can get tickets. Dumbledore will let you come?" Ron said, he found it hard to be depressed on such a nice day, especially as there were no exams to worry about.

"Who's Dumbledore to tell me whether or not I can visit my friends?" Harry muttered.

"Harry! He's only looking out for you." Hermione protested.

"Yeah right" Harry snorted, "Come on, it's the leaving feast soon." Abruptly he stood up and started walking over towards the castle. Hermione and Ron exchanged exasperated glances before getting up and following their rather moody friend.

000 - The Dursleys Residence - 000

"You'll stay in there boy!" Snarled uncle Vernon, as he tossed Harry into the smallest bedroom as though he was a rubbish bag. As he slammed the door behind him and locked it Harry couldn't help but think he'd been lucky it wasn't the cupboard he was locked in.

He went over to the window, rubbing his sore arm, and noticed that his uncle had put bars on his window again, sighing, he gloomily looked up and down private drive, trying not to think about the headmaster's dismissal of him. Harry ran a hand through his hair, he'd rather be living with Snape that the Durselys. He snorted; what would Ron say?

The next few weeks passed uneventfully for Harry; he got up early during the week to make breakfast for uncle Vernon, and then made breakfast for Dudley whenever he decided to get up. Aunt Petunia got her own cereal as she criticised him, only stopping to read her gossip magazines. He then spent the days avoiding Dudley and his gang whilst trying to finish his list of chores, receiving only the smallest sandwich and glass of water for lunch. In the evenings he made dinner for the family before watching them eat it and whilst washing up stealing what scraps he could without the Durselys noticing. He would then escape up to his room and stare at the ceiling wishing he had some of his text books with him. Luckily all the books Dudley had discarded over the years were still stuffed in one corner of the room, at least giving him something to do.

The weekends were the worst, uncle Vernon was home. The chores were harder, the list was longer and his uncle was always there to trip him up or cuff the back of his head as he wearily worked his way through the list of jobs under the sun. Lunch was generally smaller as well when his uncle was about, so as the days went by Harry got even more exhausted and the stomach cramps started.

All in all Harry had never been so grateful for the Weasley's letter, even the first beating he'd had in years was worth it, as he knew he'd soon be at the Burrow with Mrs. Weasley fussing over him.

END FLASHBACK

NEW FLASHBAK

000 - After The Goblet Of Fire - 000

"I don't want to participate!" Harry protested loudly over the arguing voices.

"I'm afraid you have no choice" Ludo Bagman insisted, "It's a magically binding contract." Barty Crouch nodded silently in agreement, surveying Harry in a way that made him think he was a particularly interesting bug in a lab.

"But..." Harry said, panicking, there had to be a way out.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention, "This can wait till the morning, there is obviously nothing that can be done. Harry why don't you pop up to my office and wait for me?" he smiled kindly at Harry, who nodded, glad for an excuse to escape everyone's accusing glares.

"Take a seat my boy." The headmaster said as he directed Harry into his office.

"Sir," Harry began cautiously as he sat, he still hadn't forgiven the headmaster for sending him back to his relatives for the summer.

"I know what you're going to say Harry" Dumbledore interrupted, "but you will have to compete. Now, I know you did not enter your own name so we must wonder..."

"Who wants me dead." Harry finished tonelessly, staring at his feet.

Dumbledore, to Harry's surprise, was smiling, "I think we can use this to our advantage." Harry looked up at him in confusion, "it is a perfect opportunity to show the public that you truly are their saviour."

Harry stared, gobsmacked, at the headmaster, who was un-sticking two lemon drops. "But...I don't..." He stuttered helplessly.

"That's the spirit!" Dumbledore said joyfully, "Now off to bed with you, and make sure you do me proud."

Harry couldn't remember how he'd made his way to bed that night, the fight with Ron not registering over the words that kept repeating themselves in his head, make me proud...show the public...perfect...proud...their saviour. And the twinkling blue eyes of his ex-mentor as they twisted and deformed into horrifyingly red eyes, Such a perfect tool, a demented voice whispered. Harry rolled over in bed, restless, "I'm no-ones saviour" he muttered into the darkness. "And I'm certainly not going to be a tool."

END FLASHBACKS

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What do you think? Shall I continue? I've got the first seven chapters finished and I know where I'm going with this story but I want some feedback before I update anything else. Atm I want to concentrate on finishing my other stories but I just could'nt leave this idea gathering dust in my documents :D