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Pairings-: HP/DM-BZ/RW-PP/T SLASH BEWARE!!!

Dreams Can Come True

He'd been staring blankly at the wall for the past three hours, ever since he had gotten home from King's Cross station. Ever since his uncle had punished him for the threat Mad Eye Moody had given to his "family" at the station, and after his awkward good bye with friends. His friends seem to think very differently of him ever since the happenings at the Ministry a month ago. It still hurt to think of that night, the events still playing in his mind, over and over again. Harry still couldn't figure out why he had to lose another loved one in his life. He didn't understand why everyone he ever loved had to leave him. His uncle seemed to be a good reminder why they left though, noone could stand a freak.

He was ripped from his thoughts by the screams of his uncle from down stairs. "Boy!", Vernon yelled "Get down here Now!" Harry tried to rise quickly, but the injuries from the last beating limited his movements.

When he finally made it down stairs he was struck in the face by his uncle. "Next time get down here sooner!" he bellowed at him.

"Ye-yes, uncle." Harry said getting up from where he was sprawled on the floor.

"You will be working all summer in the garden and doing what ever Petunia tells you to do you hear me? I don't want any freakiness at all this summer your not going to ruin my family no matter what. And your not allowed to contact the other freaks, more than necessary and not without me overlooking them, is that clear? I said is that clear, boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled slapping him hard across the face, leaving a hand shaped bruise.

"Y-yes Uncle." Harry said, holding back tears.

"Good, then get the bloody hell out of my face!" Harry left, climbing the stairs as carefully as he could trying not to disrupt his injuries anymore than already.

Harry didn't sleep much that night. He couldn't the scenes from the ministry, all he saw was his godfather, Sirius, falling through the veil, never to be seen again. Cedric being killed by the bastard Wormtail, and countless other murders. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand to watch it anymore, he didn't even know why anyone would pick him, he was just a freak, a noone.

He just couldn't stand being alive while everyone else was dead, but he new he had to, but he had a little secret in helping that.

Harry waited till he heard the loud snores of his uncle to sneak out of his room and make it to the bathroom. He took a chance and peaked in the mirror. He winced at what he saw his face was a collogued of bruises, varying from dark blue, black, yellow, green, and purple, some still healing from time at the ministry, and dried blotches of blood. He reached under the sink and grabbed the dagger he had stored under there and looked at it. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he also knew it was his only release from everything. He couldn't tell Hermione or Ron, they would freak and try to make him stop the only thing that was helping him.

He gripped the knife harder and brought it too arm, just under the elbow and drew a shallow cut going just below the wrist, overlapping other scares. He drew in a harsh breath, every time, finally feeling the release he needed. For a few minutes he just watched as the blood just dripped from his arm, wishing he could just end it all. Finally he put his arm under the water, and pulled his and wrapped his arm and made it back to his room. Around three in the morning Harry finally fell asleep. His dreams plagued by nightmares.

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He awoke with a start the next morning around 5:30am by the insistant pounding on his door and the shrills by his aunt, telling him to get his lazy ass out of bed and start on his chores. He carefully, yet fast, got his shirt on, and made his way to the backyard.

Harry's summer progressed at about the same as that, get yelled at, punished, cut, and try to sleep. Though one thing he couldn't help but think about was that none of his friends had written him once this whole summer, 'why would they still want to be around a freak like you who gets all his loved ones killed' said a voice in the back of his head. Harry couldn't help but agree. Harry tried to keep the tears that were threatening to spill over but one lonely tear got loose. Now he truly was alone, but he couldn't feel anger at his friends, if he was them he would have left him to.

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"Dammit Boy!" Harry's uncle yelled, as the plate he had been holding shattered to the floor. "You are going to pay for that you clumsy freak! How dare you taint this family's possessions!" His uncle moved toward Harry and punched him hard across the face, successfully dislodging his jaw. His uncle proceeded in punching and kicking Harry until he could barley breath, he thought he had heard a couple of his ribs break along with a arm, without his whole body screaming in pain.

His uncle then roughly draggd his already battered body up the stairs to Harry's second hand bedroom. Vernon shoved Harry onto the bed and proceeded in unbuckling his own belt buckle and moving towards Harry. "Please n-no not, not this! Please!" Harry tried to plead but it came out in a gurgle, and his uncle slapped and told him to shut up. 'Oh god please no! This can't be happening! No please, lord, please no!' Harry thought as his uncle moved even closer to get to his pants. 'This can't be happening!' 'Why not? You're a freak, nothing more' said a voice in his head. Harry couldn't think of anything to come back with, yet again he was agreeing with the voice.

His uncle then went on to get Harry for the inevitable to happen, until the front door slammed and heavy steps made their way upstairs. His uncle quickly jumped off Harry and pulled his pants back up, and smacked Harry once more before making his way out of the door.

Harry couldn't think or move for a few minutes the shock over riding his mind, until what could of happened came rushing back to him. He couldn't help the tears that came rushing out of his eyes. He could not believe that almost happened to him. Harry tried to get up and clean himself up but the blows that day and the ones before that gone unhealed, he passed out from all the blood lose and head trauma's.

Harry awoke with a grunt two days later, in a blood soaked bed, at first but then the pain hit him, nope not dead yet. He got up very slowly, and by the time he made it to the bathroom he could scarcely breath, 'Damn,' he thought. 'Must of punctured a lung.'

Once he was done cleaning most of the blood off himself he put a disillument charm on. He made his way down stairs, stopping at his room to change. When he made it downstairs and to the kitchen, he was met with the sight of his aunt drinking tea at the island. She looked up when he entered and glared, she pointed to the backyard, and he went to start his work for the day. Working in the garden kept most of his mind off what happened that night, plus the scourging heat helped too.

By the time he had finished for the day the sun had already gone down, and his stomach was screaming at him for food. He was going to stop by the kitchen on his way to his room but saw his uncle and decided against it, he didn't want what almost happened to actually happen. He decided to go to bed early that night. But when he woke the next morning he would wish he had never awoken at all, his dreams just kept getting weirder and weirder.

DREAM

He was in a dark corridor he could only see about 100 feet in front of him. There weren't any doors in the corridor just walls and a few paintings he couldn't make out. He suddenly turned when he thought he heard a whisper by his ear.

"Who's there?" All he got as an answer was silence. Nothing made a noise, just his slow, rhythmic breathing.

"Harry..." He knew that wasn't his imagination, there was someone here.

He looked down the corridor both ways, and when he looked forward again he saw a figure, it had white, very pale skin. It's hair was almost just as white, and it hung loosely around his face, giving him almost a angelic look. He only saw a glimpse before it took off down another corridor to the right. Harry raced after him, maybe he knew why he was here.

When he made to the turn he was met with the most startling grey almost silver eyes. That was all he say before he heard him whisper 'Harry...' and he felt a gentle kiss to his lips.

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That was when Harry's mind decided to wake. Harry sat there thinking about the dream for a while, but he couldn't place who that was, but he knew he knew him from somewhere. He raked his mind but nothing came.

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A few thousand miles away a boy had just awoken from the same dream though it wasn't a blond angel that was his dream it was a raven haired beauty that was his angel. One Draco Malfloy, sat in his bed thinking about the boy in his dream but he too couldn't figure out who it was either.

Authors note dun dun dun!!!!!! evil author I know but hey I had to stop somewhere!!!!!! Next chapter in the making as you read...sorry for the cliffy but please, please review and tell me what if you like it! The whole slashy thing is new but I hope your not to made at me...!!