Destinies Intertwined
prologue "Enter the Boys"
Disclaimers: I own nothing, everything in this story belongs to JK Rowling, and whoever else owns the copyrights. If I did, I probibly wouldn't be writing this or I would have made the actual books slash!
Notes: This is a SLASH story, that means it has a relationship between two males. If you don't like, don't read, simple as that. This is also my first story, so please be kind...
Oh, my email id serylis_fire@hotmail.com
Warnings: This is a slash story, as stated in my notes. Also, there is some violent content in here, and some swearing.
Rating: R, but please tell me if that is too severe for this story.
Pairing: Harry/Draco of course!
'blah blah' mean thoughts
~^v^~ means scene change
**blah blah** means a letter
/blah blah/ means parseltongue (when used)
~^v^~ On with the story!!
***
As a new summer starts, most students would be glad to get away from school. Harry Potter,however, was not 'most students.' He would much rather be at his school Hogwarts, than at his Uncle Vernon's home. For the past almost sixteen years he had lived with the Dursley's, and the majority of that time had been living hell. He had scars all over his body, not just the one Voldemort gave him, and nobody knew about them. So, basically, he was not looking forward to a summer full of beatings.
The car ride to Number 4 Privet Drive from the station was uneventful, to say the least. Vernon drove with Harry the only passanger. Harry, of course, had to sit in the back with his owl, Hedwig, who looked at him with sad eyes. She was not looking forward to a summer of no flying, either.
With a sigh, Harry watched the house he would be staying at come into view with trepidation. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen soon.
Vernon pulled the car into the driveway quickly, but before he got out of it, he turned to give Harry a glare.
"If you so much as utter a sound within my hearing for at least the next two weeks, I'll beat ou so bad you won't be able to move for another week, got it? The same goes if I hear that blasted bird once this whoe summer." At Harry's silent nod, he got out of the car and stormed into the house.
Releasing the breath he didn't even know he was holding, Harry said quietly to Hedwig, "hey, Sweet, we gotta be quiet, 'k? If you want something, quietly rattle the cage, alright? That's a good girl." With a scratch behind her crest, Harry got out of the car with her cage and got his trunk out of the back of the car.
Walking into the house, he was suprised when his trunk was savagely ripped from his hands. With despair, he watched Vernon shove it into the closet under the stairs and pad-lock the door. Dimly, he heard his cousin Dudly laugh at him, but he couldn't do anything about it. Vernon pointed upstairs and he followed slowly. He was paying enough attention to avoid Dudley's fat foot which was supposed to trip him.
Once in his room, which used to ba one of Dudley's old store rooms, he carefully put Hedwig's cage down then collapsedon the bed with a silent groan. He almost groaned out loud when he heard his door being locked. Covering his head with his arms, he remembered that he had put his wand up his sleve instead of back in his trunk. Now, if only his unclewould not look for the thing, or he was in deep trouble.
~^v^~
By the end of the second week of summer, Harry was much skinnier, due to the fact that he got, at most, one meal a day, which he gave most to Hedwig. He had not recieved anything from any of his friends, but that was not expected. Ron and his family were spending the summer in Greece with Charlie and Bill, and Hermione had gone with. Harry, too, had been invited, but the Dursley's would not let him go. Plus, he was sure that Ron and 'Mione would want some time alone.
A lone tapping on his window brought Harry out of his reverie. There sat a large eagle-owl with a letter in it's beak. It waited patintly as Harry got the window open wide enough for him to take it, then pushed off into flight. After watching the owl dissapear, Harry looked down at the letter in his hand. Strange enough, it had the Hogwarts seal on it and was written in green ink. Opening it, Harry started to read with a suprised look on his face.
**To Mr. Harry Potter,
It has come to our attention that you will no longer be safe at the Dursleys. Voldemort has figured out a way to get through the shields that are in place around that house. One of the staff will be there to pick you up tonight. We look forward to seeing you back at Hogwarts.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Wizards)**
Reading through the letter once more, he finally grasped the meaning and to the door. Wand at hand, he whispered "Alohamora" to unlock the door. The Dursleys were out right then, buying more junk for Dudley, so the coast was clear for him to grab his chest. He made it back to his room in just in time before Vernon pulled up the drive. When he walked in the door, however, Vernon must have sensed something wrong. Harry had just hidden his trunk when Vernon burst into the room and grabbed Harry by the neck.
Without saying a word, Vernon tightened his grip, and watched as Harry turned as purple as he was. Dropping the boy to the floor, he placed a well-aimed kick to Harry's chest, knocking the air out of him again.
"You little ass-hole!" Vernon roared as he kicked the doubled-over Harry in the ribs again. One more kick earned a sickening *crack* as the boy cried out in pain. Harry was now lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around him, when Vernon stomped on his back. Grinning when he heard the boy below him scream, he turned to the doorway where Petunia was standing.
"Get me my belt, would you dear?" he asked politely, and clamly watched the boy below him whimper. When Petunia came back, she was holding a thin leather belt with metal studs along the length and the tip covered in meal. Grinning ferally, he he brought the weapon down onto the helpless boy.
Pain gripped his back as the whip-like belt came down for the first time. The metal studs bit and ripped at his flesh over and over as the belt came down repeatedly. Finally, Blissful darkness came as he lay in a growing pool of his own blood.
~^v^~
Professor Severus Snape waited outside of the muggle home for about an half an hour before he decided something was wrong. Wouldn't Potter be dying to get out of there? Something was definately wrong. Stealing himself, he prepared to apparate to Potter's bedroom. The site that greeted him was not what he expected.
There, on the floor, was the Boy-Who-Lived, and he didn't look very alive. He was on his stomach in a large pool of blood, and what clothes, or what was left of them, were caked in blood. His back and legs were riddled in gashes and puncture wounds, as well as the tell-tale sings of older scars. Obviously, this had happened before.
With a concerned look on his face, Snape ganced around at the bare room. A beat-up old bed with patched quilts, a small dresser and his owl's cage, with Hedwig staring at him placidly. Looking into the closet, he found the hastily stowed trunk with all of Harry's Hogwarts stuff and pulled it quietly out. Setting that in the floor, he took Hedwig's cage and placed it on top of the trunk. Finally, he picked up the light boy, and saw that there were bruises on his neck. Sighing, he went over to the trunk and owl and apparated the three of them plus the chest to Hogsmead, where Dumbledore was waiting.
~^v^~
"What took you so long, Sev-- What happened?" Albus Dumbledore Exclaimed. "Never mind, lets just get him to Poppy quick. You still need to pick up another student tonight. Lots go"
~^v^~
Darkness faded as Harry heard familiar voices talking near him. As the black receded, pain came to the present, adn all he could do was moan, although he really wanted to scream.
"Oh, good, your up." The face of Madam Pomfrey came slowly onto focas as she started to lift him up. "Lets sit you up, there you go. How do you feel?"
How the hell do you think I feel? he mentally shouted at her, all htat chame out was a pain filled "f'ck off."
Suprise covered Pomfrey's face as she brought up her wand. "Don't you go swearing at me, young man," she warned with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "Not if I'm going to heal you."
Harry looked at her, then closed his eyes in defeat. If there was one thing he learned at Hogwarts, it was to never upset the healer. Good advise, too, considering how often he was in the hospital wing.
She spoke softly as she tapped his broken ribs with her wand. "You got here a few minutes ago, Mr. Potter. And its lucky you got here, too. That rib was puncturing your left lung. You've lost a lot of blood." She preceded to roll him onto his stomach to heal his back. "Now, I'll tell you the truth. I will be able to heal your back, however, since you came so long after the initial injury, they will scar." With that, she healed the last puncture hole and prepared to clean him up. "Immaculate." she said. A gasp escaped her throught as she counted hundreds of scars, not including the newest additions, all over his back and legs.
~^v^~
Severus Snape sighed as he crept through the Malfoy dungeons. For what seemed like the thousendth time he thought oh what was supposed to happen that night. First, he was to recieve Potter from that muggle house and return quickly to Hogsmead so he could finally gey his godson out of the living hell he called home. Little did he know that Potter's home life was just as bad. He had known that Draco would be seriously beaten if he refused the Dark Mark, that was why he was slipping from shadow to shadow looking for the boy.
Glancing down the next corridor, Severus slipped into the doorway of yet another cell. Quietly whispering the password he heard Lucius use, the cell door opened and Severus was greated by the sight of the second bloody body that night. Silently, he crept forward and gathered the unconcious boy underneath the invisibility cloak he was borrowing. Cradling Draco like a baby, Severus followed his path out of the dungeons. He had to get out quickly, before someone noticed the spells had been tampered with. Suprisingly, he made it out if the Manor with hardly a mishap. the minute they were off Malfoy lands, Severus apparated for the second time to Hogsmead.
~^v^~
Ignoring Pomfery's gasp of shock, Harry felt the pleasure of darkness once again cloud his vision. Whirrling around at the sound of the door opening, Madam Pomfrey glared at Dumbledore.
"Don't you ever knock?" she asked, obviously put out.
"I came to inform you that we need one more bed set up, for Mr. Malfoy, and I wanted to see how Mr. Potter was doing. That's a reasonable request, is it not, Poppy?" a twinkle in his eye softened the irrate healer's anger, and a sad look came to her eyes.
"See for yourself..." Moving closer to Harry's bed, she pulled the blanket she had hastily thrown over his back when Albus came in. Standing behind her, he surveyed the white scars covering Harry's tan skin.
"I feared as much. I must go owl some friends of ours about this new turn of events. At least he is safe in our hands now." With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the hospital wing.
Noticing that Harry was shivering, Poppy pulled the blanket around him more tightly, then moved to set up another bed. Because it was the summer vacation, everything had been put away, including the beds. This was when the house-elves truly got to clean everything. Fortunately, the infirmary wing was the first to get its summer clean, so she did not have upset house-elves bothering her at all times of the day.
Coming out of her reverie, Poppy gathered more gauze, bandages and salves. Setting them on top of the newly placed table next to the new bed, she retreated to her office and awaited her next charge.
~^v^~
Apparating to Honeydukes, Severus carefully opened the door, as to not wake anyone up and headed as quickly as he could to Hogwarts. Fortunately, Draco was out cold, so he could not feel the joustling ride back to his school.
Holding the boy carefully, Severus ran up through the main hall in Hogwarts, and up to the hospital wing. Quickly opening the door, Severus spotted Mme. Pomfrey coming out of her office and the new bed, whick he quickly strode to and put his burden down. Seeing that Draco was in good hands, he turned to Harry, who was laying on his stomach out cold.
"Did you notice al of his scars?" Pomfrey's voice broke the silence that had invaded the room as she healed Draco. He glanced at her, noticing she was using both magic and more mundane healing methods.
"Who, Draco?" Severus asked. Of course the boy had scars, look at who his father was.
"No." she said, suprising him. "Harry's. Albus did not seem extremely suprised--"
"Yes, I knew. I saw some of them when I got him out of that muggle house." A groan from Draco's bed cut him off, and he turned back to the blonde boy.
~^v^~
'Where am I?' Draco thought as bright light invaded the darkness around him. Opening his eyes, he say clean white walls and the face of Mme Pomfrey hovering over him.
"Draco? How do you feel?" Hearing the deep voice fo his godfather, he turned his head slightly to the right and saw Severus.
"Like shit." he croaked out through dry cracked lips.
A huff above him brought his attention back up to Pomfrey, but not before he saw Severus crack a smile.
"What is it with you young ones and swearing? I swear, it gets on my nerves!"
To Be Continued.......
Well, how do you like it??? Any type of responce is welcome, even flames! Although, I must warn you, the flames will most likely be used at my next bonfire to light it and so me and my friends can have a small laugh. Other than that, please PLEASE review. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak, and I have up to chapter NINE planed out. They might not be as long as this, however.
prologue "Enter the Boys"
Disclaimers: I own nothing, everything in this story belongs to JK Rowling, and whoever else owns the copyrights. If I did, I probibly wouldn't be writing this or I would have made the actual books slash!
Notes: This is a SLASH story, that means it has a relationship between two males. If you don't like, don't read, simple as that. This is also my first story, so please be kind...
Oh, my email id serylis_fire@hotmail.com
Warnings: This is a slash story, as stated in my notes. Also, there is some violent content in here, and some swearing.
Rating: R, but please tell me if that is too severe for this story.
Pairing: Harry/Draco of course!
'blah blah' mean thoughts
~^v^~ means scene change
**blah blah** means a letter
/blah blah/ means parseltongue (when used)
~^v^~ On with the story!!
***
As a new summer starts, most students would be glad to get away from school. Harry Potter,however, was not 'most students.' He would much rather be at his school Hogwarts, than at his Uncle Vernon's home. For the past almost sixteen years he had lived with the Dursley's, and the majority of that time had been living hell. He had scars all over his body, not just the one Voldemort gave him, and nobody knew about them. So, basically, he was not looking forward to a summer full of beatings.
The car ride to Number 4 Privet Drive from the station was uneventful, to say the least. Vernon drove with Harry the only passanger. Harry, of course, had to sit in the back with his owl, Hedwig, who looked at him with sad eyes. She was not looking forward to a summer of no flying, either.
With a sigh, Harry watched the house he would be staying at come into view with trepidation. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen soon.
Vernon pulled the car into the driveway quickly, but before he got out of it, he turned to give Harry a glare.
"If you so much as utter a sound within my hearing for at least the next two weeks, I'll beat ou so bad you won't be able to move for another week, got it? The same goes if I hear that blasted bird once this whoe summer." At Harry's silent nod, he got out of the car and stormed into the house.
Releasing the breath he didn't even know he was holding, Harry said quietly to Hedwig, "hey, Sweet, we gotta be quiet, 'k? If you want something, quietly rattle the cage, alright? That's a good girl." With a scratch behind her crest, Harry got out of the car with her cage and got his trunk out of the back of the car.
Walking into the house, he was suprised when his trunk was savagely ripped from his hands. With despair, he watched Vernon shove it into the closet under the stairs and pad-lock the door. Dimly, he heard his cousin Dudly laugh at him, but he couldn't do anything about it. Vernon pointed upstairs and he followed slowly. He was paying enough attention to avoid Dudley's fat foot which was supposed to trip him.
Once in his room, which used to ba one of Dudley's old store rooms, he carefully put Hedwig's cage down then collapsedon the bed with a silent groan. He almost groaned out loud when he heard his door being locked. Covering his head with his arms, he remembered that he had put his wand up his sleve instead of back in his trunk. Now, if only his unclewould not look for the thing, or he was in deep trouble.
~^v^~
By the end of the second week of summer, Harry was much skinnier, due to the fact that he got, at most, one meal a day, which he gave most to Hedwig. He had not recieved anything from any of his friends, but that was not expected. Ron and his family were spending the summer in Greece with Charlie and Bill, and Hermione had gone with. Harry, too, had been invited, but the Dursley's would not let him go. Plus, he was sure that Ron and 'Mione would want some time alone.
A lone tapping on his window brought Harry out of his reverie. There sat a large eagle-owl with a letter in it's beak. It waited patintly as Harry got the window open wide enough for him to take it, then pushed off into flight. After watching the owl dissapear, Harry looked down at the letter in his hand. Strange enough, it had the Hogwarts seal on it and was written in green ink. Opening it, Harry started to read with a suprised look on his face.
**To Mr. Harry Potter,
It has come to our attention that you will no longer be safe at the Dursleys. Voldemort has figured out a way to get through the shields that are in place around that house. One of the staff will be there to pick you up tonight. We look forward to seeing you back at Hogwarts.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Wizards)**
Reading through the letter once more, he finally grasped the meaning and to the door. Wand at hand, he whispered "Alohamora" to unlock the door. The Dursleys were out right then, buying more junk for Dudley, so the coast was clear for him to grab his chest. He made it back to his room in just in time before Vernon pulled up the drive. When he walked in the door, however, Vernon must have sensed something wrong. Harry had just hidden his trunk when Vernon burst into the room and grabbed Harry by the neck.
Without saying a word, Vernon tightened his grip, and watched as Harry turned as purple as he was. Dropping the boy to the floor, he placed a well-aimed kick to Harry's chest, knocking the air out of him again.
"You little ass-hole!" Vernon roared as he kicked the doubled-over Harry in the ribs again. One more kick earned a sickening *crack* as the boy cried out in pain. Harry was now lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around him, when Vernon stomped on his back. Grinning when he heard the boy below him scream, he turned to the doorway where Petunia was standing.
"Get me my belt, would you dear?" he asked politely, and clamly watched the boy below him whimper. When Petunia came back, she was holding a thin leather belt with metal studs along the length and the tip covered in meal. Grinning ferally, he he brought the weapon down onto the helpless boy.
Pain gripped his back as the whip-like belt came down for the first time. The metal studs bit and ripped at his flesh over and over as the belt came down repeatedly. Finally, Blissful darkness came as he lay in a growing pool of his own blood.
~^v^~
Professor Severus Snape waited outside of the muggle home for about an half an hour before he decided something was wrong. Wouldn't Potter be dying to get out of there? Something was definately wrong. Stealing himself, he prepared to apparate to Potter's bedroom. The site that greeted him was not what he expected.
There, on the floor, was the Boy-Who-Lived, and he didn't look very alive. He was on his stomach in a large pool of blood, and what clothes, or what was left of them, were caked in blood. His back and legs were riddled in gashes and puncture wounds, as well as the tell-tale sings of older scars. Obviously, this had happened before.
With a concerned look on his face, Snape ganced around at the bare room. A beat-up old bed with patched quilts, a small dresser and his owl's cage, with Hedwig staring at him placidly. Looking into the closet, he found the hastily stowed trunk with all of Harry's Hogwarts stuff and pulled it quietly out. Setting that in the floor, he took Hedwig's cage and placed it on top of the trunk. Finally, he picked up the light boy, and saw that there were bruises on his neck. Sighing, he went over to the trunk and owl and apparated the three of them plus the chest to Hogsmead, where Dumbledore was waiting.
~^v^~
"What took you so long, Sev-- What happened?" Albus Dumbledore Exclaimed. "Never mind, lets just get him to Poppy quick. You still need to pick up another student tonight. Lots go"
~^v^~
Darkness faded as Harry heard familiar voices talking near him. As the black receded, pain came to the present, adn all he could do was moan, although he really wanted to scream.
"Oh, good, your up." The face of Madam Pomfrey came slowly onto focas as she started to lift him up. "Lets sit you up, there you go. How do you feel?"
How the hell do you think I feel? he mentally shouted at her, all htat chame out was a pain filled "f'ck off."
Suprise covered Pomfrey's face as she brought up her wand. "Don't you go swearing at me, young man," she warned with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "Not if I'm going to heal you."
Harry looked at her, then closed his eyes in defeat. If there was one thing he learned at Hogwarts, it was to never upset the healer. Good advise, too, considering how often he was in the hospital wing.
She spoke softly as she tapped his broken ribs with her wand. "You got here a few minutes ago, Mr. Potter. And its lucky you got here, too. That rib was puncturing your left lung. You've lost a lot of blood." She preceded to roll him onto his stomach to heal his back. "Now, I'll tell you the truth. I will be able to heal your back, however, since you came so long after the initial injury, they will scar." With that, she healed the last puncture hole and prepared to clean him up. "Immaculate." she said. A gasp escaped her throught as she counted hundreds of scars, not including the newest additions, all over his back and legs.
~^v^~
Severus Snape sighed as he crept through the Malfoy dungeons. For what seemed like the thousendth time he thought oh what was supposed to happen that night. First, he was to recieve Potter from that muggle house and return quickly to Hogsmead so he could finally gey his godson out of the living hell he called home. Little did he know that Potter's home life was just as bad. He had known that Draco would be seriously beaten if he refused the Dark Mark, that was why he was slipping from shadow to shadow looking for the boy.
Glancing down the next corridor, Severus slipped into the doorway of yet another cell. Quietly whispering the password he heard Lucius use, the cell door opened and Severus was greated by the sight of the second bloody body that night. Silently, he crept forward and gathered the unconcious boy underneath the invisibility cloak he was borrowing. Cradling Draco like a baby, Severus followed his path out of the dungeons. He had to get out quickly, before someone noticed the spells had been tampered with. Suprisingly, he made it out if the Manor with hardly a mishap. the minute they were off Malfoy lands, Severus apparated for the second time to Hogsmead.
~^v^~
Ignoring Pomfery's gasp of shock, Harry felt the pleasure of darkness once again cloud his vision. Whirrling around at the sound of the door opening, Madam Pomfrey glared at Dumbledore.
"Don't you ever knock?" she asked, obviously put out.
"I came to inform you that we need one more bed set up, for Mr. Malfoy, and I wanted to see how Mr. Potter was doing. That's a reasonable request, is it not, Poppy?" a twinkle in his eye softened the irrate healer's anger, and a sad look came to her eyes.
"See for yourself..." Moving closer to Harry's bed, she pulled the blanket she had hastily thrown over his back when Albus came in. Standing behind her, he surveyed the white scars covering Harry's tan skin.
"I feared as much. I must go owl some friends of ours about this new turn of events. At least he is safe in our hands now." With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the hospital wing.
Noticing that Harry was shivering, Poppy pulled the blanket around him more tightly, then moved to set up another bed. Because it was the summer vacation, everything had been put away, including the beds. This was when the house-elves truly got to clean everything. Fortunately, the infirmary wing was the first to get its summer clean, so she did not have upset house-elves bothering her at all times of the day.
Coming out of her reverie, Poppy gathered more gauze, bandages and salves. Setting them on top of the newly placed table next to the new bed, she retreated to her office and awaited her next charge.
~^v^~
Apparating to Honeydukes, Severus carefully opened the door, as to not wake anyone up and headed as quickly as he could to Hogwarts. Fortunately, Draco was out cold, so he could not feel the joustling ride back to his school.
Holding the boy carefully, Severus ran up through the main hall in Hogwarts, and up to the hospital wing. Quickly opening the door, Severus spotted Mme. Pomfrey coming out of her office and the new bed, whick he quickly strode to and put his burden down. Seeing that Draco was in good hands, he turned to Harry, who was laying on his stomach out cold.
"Did you notice al of his scars?" Pomfrey's voice broke the silence that had invaded the room as she healed Draco. He glanced at her, noticing she was using both magic and more mundane healing methods.
"Who, Draco?" Severus asked. Of course the boy had scars, look at who his father was.
"No." she said, suprising him. "Harry's. Albus did not seem extremely suprised--"
"Yes, I knew. I saw some of them when I got him out of that muggle house." A groan from Draco's bed cut him off, and he turned back to the blonde boy.
~^v^~
'Where am I?' Draco thought as bright light invaded the darkness around him. Opening his eyes, he say clean white walls and the face of Mme Pomfrey hovering over him.
"Draco? How do you feel?" Hearing the deep voice fo his godfather, he turned his head slightly to the right and saw Severus.
"Like shit." he croaked out through dry cracked lips.
A huff above him brought his attention back up to Pomfrey, but not before he saw Severus crack a smile.
"What is it with you young ones and swearing? I swear, it gets on my nerves!"
To Be Continued.......
Well, how do you like it??? Any type of responce is welcome, even flames! Although, I must warn you, the flames will most likely be used at my next bonfire to light it and so me and my friends can have a small laugh. Other than that, please PLEASE review. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak, and I have up to chapter NINE planed out. They might not be as long as this, however.