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Author's note: I wanted to do something different so Ate (She Who Cannot Be Turned) gave me the idea so thanks Ate. Anyway on with the story

It was years later when I realised that I was the luckier one. I used to wonder if I was going to die everyday. My biological parents…well let's just say they are not the nicest people on this planet.

Allow me to start from the beginning, my name is Harry Snape Malfroy, was a Potter but never shall I return of being a Potter. I was the son of James Potter and Lillian Potter vee Evans. I was one when I was abandoned in the attic with little water and food every day to support myself. I was four when I was forced into slavery by my own family. I was five when I was raped by sick people who paid my father for my 'service'.

From then on I always felt dirty and unclean. Why wasn't there anyone stopping this from happening to me you might ask, I was long forgotten by my godfathers as my little brother Cerburus Potter and Aphrodite Potter was born three years after my birth. To my biological parents they were precious jewels blessed by God. But why and how can they do that to their own flesh and blood, I was the product of an affair between Lillian and Regulus Black. I know it is weird isn't it. Anyway so like that I lived on struggling.

At the age of eight, I was rescued by Severus Snape and his husband Lucius Malfroy. I remember that day so clearly. It was raining and I was in a park near the Potter manor. I was being molested by a man who had an obsession with little pretty boys and parks. That day I finally snapped, my mind was filled with rage and I lashed out. I hit and kicked him with my little fist and feet as hard as I can. When his hand was finally removed from my mouth I screamed as loud as I can, hoping someone, anyone heard me.

SLAP SLAP

My cheeks burned as he started to rip off my clothes. I was starting to give up when he was finally pulled off me. Next thing I knew I was staring tearly into a pair of sapphire coloured concern looking eyes. In distance I can hear the sound of painful screams and then there was silence.

The rain was still falling. He kneeled down next to me and with a handkerchief; he began to clean my face. Another man also kneeled beside him with a soft glare (is there such a thing?) and asked if I was ok. I don't know what happened one minute I was just sitting there still in shock, the next I was in the warm arms of the blond man and sobbing my heart out. They tried to comfort me the best they could, but when they asked about my parents I started to scream and…I…I was so scared. I think they understand because I was taken to their home.

Hey guys

I hope you enjoyed it and please tell me what you think. Any suggestion or feedbacks are welcome. Til next time.

Love

Angel

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