Redemptation
Broken Soul

Ch.1

A high pitched scream

An evil laugh

A bright green light………

It was still dark on privet drive when Harry woke up panting and gasping for air. 'It was only a dream' he told him self over and over again as he tried to catch his breath.

The raven-haired boy got off his bed and walked to his bared window and looked out to the dark street. He had this dream many times before, but it only got worse as he got older. This wasn't the only dream he had…oh no, after the war and the defeat of Voldomort he got a few more to help destroy his mind. The deaths of his friends Dean, Seamus, Cedric, Jinny, Mr. Weasley, Percy, and all of the deaths of the people that had helped. He didn't know them but it still hurt to see them fall next to him as he made his way to the Dark Lord. The other dreams that haunted him were Sirius falling through the vail and his only two friends turning there backs on him at the end of fifth year after the big Christmas when he told them that he was gay. He thought that he could tell them anything, but he was wrong.

After the war the boy who lived changed, he stopped eating, he would walk around like he was in a daze, and his eyes were no longer bright with life. They were now dull and lifeless, darkened by all the pain in his heart. There was only two months left until he was to go back to Hogwarts, but for the fist time he didn't want to go. Seeing all those faces, seeing Ron and Hermione. Just thinking about it made tears well up in his eyes.

Harry finally moved away from the window and after wiping a stray tear from his face, got dressed. He walked out of his room and quietly made his way downstairs. He passed the clock in the living room and noticed that it was only 5:00 am. This was how it was for him every morning since the war, loosing his friends, and loosing Sirius. The nightmares he had were torturous and always either kept him up or woke him up extremely early. His body was slowly dieing from malnutrition and emotional pain.

He went into the kitchen and looked at the list of chores that his aunt left for him to do, then got to work. First he dusted, then he washed the dishes from Dudley's late night snacking. He left vacuuming to after the Dursley's were awake. When that was done he took the trash out. Then he walked over to the shed in the back of the house and got the hoes, then walked back to the front of the house to water the plants. He was finally done cleaning at around 9:00 am and he could hear the Dursley's stirring so he started breakfast.

His aunt and uncle said nothing to him and Duddley only glared at him as he placed there plates heaping with food in front of them. He didn't say a word to them and set out to vacuum. When that was done he went back up to his room and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Unknown to Harry, a tall young man was standing in his room unnoticed and smirking. Th man walked out of the shadows and moved over to the bad and looked down at the lifeless eyes and pale skin of the boy who lived in utter disgust. The raven-haired boy was so thin you could see his bones easily, and he had gray circles under his eyes.

Harry was looking past him or saw him and didn't, which just proved to anger the man. This was his mate, his desire and yet the younger man wouldn't even look at him. The young man growled and his fangs could be seen as he made a disgusted face." Potter look at me" he said through clenched teeth.

Harry snapped out of his daze and slowly looked into silver eyes that had flakes of blue in them. He saw long blonde hair and pale skin. The man was wearing tight black leather pants and a blood red silk button up shirt.

"M….Malfoy" Harry whispered dryly

(A/N…I know, hate me, chapter one and already a cliffhanger. This is my first Harry/Draco fic and I am going to do everything I can to make it interesting. Please Read and Review, tell me what you think….thank you