Disclaimer: The characters is my story do not belong to me. They belong to the woman who amazingly created them, J.K. Rowling

This story is already posted on this site but because I lost that email and don't have any way to retrieve the password for the account I am redoing the story and continuing it. I started this story 10 years ago. I am finally going to finish it. The name you will find this story under is My Angel of Darkness. I am now Duckie 3132. Hopefully now that I am going to be uploading again and fixing and adding to it, the story will come out better and I hope readers will enjoy and review.

Summary: Harry endures hell during his summer before his 7th year. After being brutally abused by his uncle he returns to school a changed man. Then while in class a potion goes wrong and Harry is blinded by the exploding potion. Again. Harry's life is a living hell. Is there anyone that can reach past the hell and save Harry from what's to come? (Rated M for content - Blaise/Hermione-brief, Harry/Draco – Main – story contains slash, strong language and abuse of many forms. If you can't handle that then this is not the story for you.)

Chapter one: A Great start

The train moved with minute speed across the rusted track on its way to Hogwarts. Never had Harry see if go so slow. Rain and hail pounded the windows and every now and then the lights would flicker. A flash of lightening lit up the sky and Harry looked up before randomly pressing his face against the pained glass. I felt cool against his clammy cheeks.

His mind was jumbled with thoughts and fears. Ron and Hermione were talking back and forth as if he wasn't there but it suited him for now.

"Have you found out who is going to be head of houses this year? I heard this year that the heads of houses will be announced as the first years are sorted." Ron chattered on.

In a haughty voice neither Harry or Ron had ever heard, Hermione spoke, "It'll probably be me of course." A smirk play across her crimson lips. Hermione had changed completely over the summer. It was both a physical and attitude change. Her once curly hair hung all the way down her back and her body had finally filled out. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave Ron a sultry grin.

"I mean it would have to be me, I have always been the smartest girl in school. And now? I am the hottest girl at this school". Purposely, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and Ron reacted immediately. His cheeks turned so red it matched his hair.

"Wow, 'Mione you really have changed. I guess going to America has done that." Ron's words were part and part disapproval.

"It's an amazing place I will say that," Hermione just shrugged. Ron and Hermione conversation continued over the pounding of the rain. The rain made it easy to clock out the conversation going on around him.

Why was this summer a complete hell? He thought to himself. I mean I should be used to the Dursley's by now but this summer was different. I just want to be anywhere but there but now that I am almost to school I not even sure I was to be there either. I am so confused. How do I know if I am right? If I am right, how will I tell my best friends? I am almost certain they would hate me. I hate me.

Harry's thoughts raced in circles around his head when he faintly heard his name being called quite close to his ear.

"Harry!" Ron tried again. "Damnit! Harry snap out of it." Ron shouted giving Harry a push against the seat.

The push jolted Harry in the real world and out of his private one. He glared at Ron. "Was pushing me necessary?" Harry fixed his shirt and leaned back against the seat. "You two were having such a good conversation that I didn't want to interrupt." Harry's voice dripped with sarcasm. His mood was even showing outwardly.

"Hermione…what have you done to yourself. "His voice was quiet but show concern and surprise at the sight of her. His thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. "I can't believe how much you've changed. I guess America does that to you."

Harry looked from Ron to Hermione and his jaw went slack. Hermione's robe had come open and he could see what she was wearing. Her clothes consisted of a belly baring halter top with jean slung low on her hips and a pair of very high heels. She had even gotten her navel pierced.

He had always viewed her as a sister and to see her like this made him a little angry. Seeing her in the outfit made him sick to his stomach. He would have never expected to see her wear something like that or even think that she would think of wearing something like that.

"What?" She asked closing her robes so her clothes were covered again. She crossed her arms and looked away. She could tell by his tone that he was not happy. Harry gently grabbed her hand.

"This isn't like you. You are way better than this." Harry pleaded with her. She yanked her hand from his and gave a glare.

"You know nothing about me anymore so who are you to judge. I did not get one owl from you. Yes, I changed and I am glad I did. I will dress the way I want without you criticizing me! You do not own me. So as the Americans say…fuck off." Hermione spat out. She stood up and yanked her trunk down from the overhead compartment. She walked out without a backwards glance.

Harry's face was one of shock. Never had Hermione ever talk to him or anyone like that. Something was going on with her but obviously now he probably wouldn't find out.

Ron looked at him then back down at his lap. He had no words for the exchange that just happened. He took a deep breath before talking. "I think something happened to her in America. Nobody just changes like that. Especially someone like her. She loved herself as she was and so did we. She never even sent me an hour. Did she owl you?" Harry shook his head.

"Wait, I got one that said she and her parents were visiting some American relative for the summer but nothing after that." Harry replied.

Ron shrugged looking a little dejected. It was common knowledge that Ron had feelings for Hermione but she was blind to it.

"Maybe she's having a bad day. "Ron said, trying to reassure Harry. "We'd better get our robes on. I can sort of see Hogwarts from here" he said, peaking out the rain splattered. Hogwarts usually looked beautiful but with the storm it looked like a haunted castle. "I can't believe this is our 7th year. It's going to be great!"

Harry couldn't feel his enthusiasm as much as he tried. There was too much in his head that he out on his robe without a word.

"Yeah sure." He mumbled to himself. Slowly, he rose and reached for his trunk. He pulled his robe from the top of it and slipped it on slowly. He sat back down and rested his head against the glass, falling asleep.

Harry awoke to Ron shaking him.

"Wake up! We are here!" Ron said before pulling down his trunk from the overhead compartment. Harry laughed sleepily at Ron's enthusiasm for school.

Maybe it was the fact that it was their last year or maybe he was excited to show off his new look. Ron had spent all summer working out and he had also changed his hair style. Ron just seems genuinely excited.

At least one of us is happy… Harry thought as he pulled down his own trunk. The trunks were all magically light so that students could carry them to the carriages where they would somehow end up in their room right at the end of their beds.

Harry quickly walked down the aisle and round the corner to the stairs accidentally running right into a platinum blonde man. Harry fell backwards hard against a wall, his trunk slamming into the man's legs. Looking up, he looked straight into the eyes of Draco Malfoy himself. He gasped at the sight of Malfoy so close to him

"Problems Potter? Can't even walk on your own two feet?" Malfoy said, a smirk crossing his lips.

Harry blushed and looked away without a word. He had no idea why he was reacting this way to his mortal enemy. Quickly grabbing his trunk, harry pushed past Malfoy, their arms touching briefly. Harry felt a spark fly through his body. With one last glance, he looked and Malfoy whose eyes were wide.

Harry looked away again. He moved his way to Ron.

What the bloody hell is wrong with me? I mean I know I am different but please not Draco!

"Hey mate, what was that about?" Ron asked inquisitively as he looked back at Malfoy who was still standing at the entrance of the train, looking at them." That stupid git ran into me as I was getting off the train. I swear he purposely ran into me. You would think that he would grow up being that this is our last year." Harry said.

"Have you lost your bloody mind? "Ron asked incredulously. "Draco will never change. He is going to get the dark mark for sure. I can bet is in talks with you-know-who!" Harry glared at Ron.

"You know his name, Ron! It's about time you grew up and used it. I fought him many times, some with your help even. I can use his name! Voldemort!" Harry's eyes were a shocking green and filled with anger. His face was dark as he glared at Ron.

"I don't know what your problem is but you've changed. Just sod off!" Ron exclaimed and turned to go find Hermione.

Harry shook his head and head for the last carriage. Luckily it was empty. He walked up the stairs with his truck and put his trunk in the overhead compartment. He felt like he could finally breath. He leaned he head against the glass. The rain was still pouring down and his hair and robes were soaked. He shrugged off the robe and went in to his trunk and grabbed another. Shrugging it back on, he sat back into the seat again. The clouds and rain matched Harry's worsening mood.

I am losing my mind. And my friends. I am pushing them… His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone putting their truck up above. He jumped at the noise and turned to see who it was.

"Well well Potter…All alone I see. Where are your other pains in my arse? Draco said, his evil smirk in place.

"Fuck off Malfoy. Go find someone else to annoy and talk shit about. I am not in the mood!" Harry spat out angrily.

Get off it Potter. All the other carriages are full. I will make you a deal. I am not in the mood for anything. So you stay in your corner and I'll stay in mine. Sound fine to you?" Draco said, looking rather tired.

"Fine Malfoy." Harry mumbled loud enough so Malfoy could hear him.

Harry glanced at Malfoy before slipping off to sleep, his face pressed against the glass, his legs stretched out on the seat. Draco watched him and slowly thoughts trickled into his mind.

Why was I even nice to that git? I hate him and I should be killing him right now. I can't bring myself to do. Maybe it's because he looks so messed up. I swear I am get soft! Draco thought as his eyes got heavy from exhaustion. He let his thoughts drift him into a dreamless sleep as the darkened carriage journeyed on.

A/N: I have no beta and after not being on the site for 7 years I have no clue how to get one. If someone could kindly instruct me on how to get one that would be great. I truly need someone to read it and make it better. I have changed a lot from my original posting of this story. Again, any help on getting a beta would be great! Oh and hopefully you find the chapter to be great. I am working on redoing chapter 2. It will take time since I couldn't copy and pasted the original story.