Chapter I
The Boy Who Lived -- Again
The rain poured, lighting flashed, thunder roared over the night. The wind blew fiercely through the town, forcing trees to bend at will. The storm didn't frighten him too much but it made his process slower. He felt like a baby of the fact he wasn't to steady on his feet as he walked or rather stumbled his way down the street. He tripped over his own feet as he fell to the hard cement and splashed in the puddle from the rain, the rain that poured hard and fast on him.
Harry Potter was only wearing cotton black pants and white shirt. He shivered from the cold rain, he trembled when thunder roared close by, and he gave a shaky breath as lighting flashed the dark night. His back, arms, every inch of his body ached from pain. Form the slashes he had received, or rather "Punishment", as his master called it.
Harry was only a few years out of Hogwarts. He had dreams, promises, and faith as he graduated as the second in his class. He found a house on the London outskirts and settled. He had a job with great wedges he could live off of and he vowed to never see his aunt ever again. Harry was Happy. Ron and Hermione Weasley visited often with their newborn baby girl Lily Potter Weasley, which was named after Harry's mother. It was like a gift from them to say thanks for the wonderful years together and plus, Lily was always a kind women who also came from muggle family.
With a year or two gone a man had offered to buy Harry's house at a fair price. Harry rejected the offer. The man continued to come buy with his price higher and higher but Harry simply said No. It didn't accrue to Harry that the house was built under a gold mine or anything that was priceless but when he found out it was to late to do anything about it. Mr. Welkins took the house, forging a fake signature by Harry, and Harry was put in the man's dungeon for the trouble he caused.
"Mr. Potter, you caused me more money to get the house then I expected", Mr. Welkins had said. "I had no choice but fake your signature and hand the house over to myself. It was a long run around but I did it in the end. And because it was your fault in the begging, you will stay here and be my own toy. My last little boy was getting to weak for my taste and he lost his screams. I've been meaning to find another but it seems you saved a lot of time. My little girls will be very pleased to have a different one as well"
Harry begged on his life but the man just laughed and left him there to wept in his cave.
Harry can still feel the pain when the guy, dressed in black, chained him to the stone cold wall and stripped him of his clothing. He felt the slashes coming at him from the whip, sometimes a belt. He will always remember afterwards how the people would come in and start touching him, licking the blood that poured everywhere. They started touching him, licking him, and soon covered him with their mouths, and sucked. He screamed, he begged for it to stop but they only laughed at him and continued, they only did more when he struggled, they worked harder and faster when he protested. He tried to trick them as if he liked it, but it hurt, there was so much pain from the last time and there were only reopening the wounds that were already there.
He was kneeled on his hands and knees to weak to stand up, to cold to move, and too much in pain to care if he died right there on the sidewalk.
"Harry Potter?"
His own name being said forced him to look up, thinking he was caught, that he didn't get far from his nightmare. He had only lived a few minutes, or was it hours, of his life of freedom. He faced a pair of silver eyes with loose silver hair dripping with rain. The eyes were narrowed at him with a puzzled look on the person's narrow face. The person was wearing a long heavy trench coat wrapped tightly around him so it was impossible to see the cloths underneath. Their hands were tucked into the pockets as he looked down at him.
Draco Malfoy thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he saw the black haired weak figure kneeled over, staring at the ground. He figured it was some old man or kid, when the security guard informed him that someone was outside his gate. Draco didn't suspect the strange person was Harry Potter.
"Potter, is that you?"
The voice was familiar. He couldn't place it but he wanted too.
Draco kneeled beside the weak boy, without touching him. "Potter, It's Draco. Draco Malfoy? You do remember me don't you?"
Harry sighed another shaky breath. He knew the sarcasm when he heard it and never in his dreams would he have seen him so thrilled to hear that voice and see those gray eyes again.
"Draco", whispered Harry, with thrill in his voice.
Draco moved to touch Harry's cheek with his bare hand. "What the hell are you doing in the rain? Trying to kill your self?"
Harry wanted to say yes, he wanted to tell Draco to leave him alone. He had enough torment to last him a lifetime but words rolled off Harry's mouth that he didn't even know why he was telling him.
"So much pain. Got away.Draco." and Harry fainted into Draco's arms.
Draco looked down at the helpless boy and gave off a sigh. He knew he shouldn't, he knew he was risking himself, involving himself with Harry again. But he had to but his past behind him for now and gets Harry somewhere warm. Nodding to secure himself, Draco placed his hands under Harry's knees and under his neck as he lifted him and carried him to his own home.
Harry woke up, feeling warm and comfortable. He knew he was dreaming though. When he really wakes up he'll be on the stone cold floor with an old brown ragged blanket over him. Then through the bars will be his master watching him with a smile, waiting for him to wake up to start the "Punishments".
To afraid to wake up from this heaven, Harry moaned and turned to his side, where he pulled the heavy comforters closer to him.
"Are you awake?" asked soothing voice from beside him.
Harry's eyes flew open as he saw Draco sitting beside the bed. He was leaning forward with his leg in his lap, watching him. Though Harry didn't notice it, Draco wore the same cloths as the night before.
"You've been asleep for two days", he said. "My maids managed to clean your wounds and you. They decided to give you medication when you wake. They started to worry". He lied as he picked up the silver tray on the bed stand. The tray contained two white pills and a glass of water.
Harry was too speechless to speech but he tried to sit up but failed the task and fell back on the bed.
"You shouldn't try and get up on your own yet. Your still too weak", Draco laid the tray on the bed and helped Harry up as he leaned against the headboard. He helped Harry swallow the two pills with a glass of water as he settled back down on the bed.
"Where am I?" Harry whispered, to afraid to speech up.
"You're in my home in New Orleans"
"How did I get here?" he whispered again but his eyes came wide as he face Draco. "I mean. I didn't mean to apply so many questions".
Draco frowned but shook his head. "It's normal for a person to be curious of where they are".
"No Ma.!" Harry started to protest, thinking it was a trick question and knowing he was going to have more punishments if he didn't answer them probably but he stopped himself, seeing Draco not his master.
Draco just sighed and remembered the dreams, really nightmares, Harry had as he screamed, "No Master, Please no!! I'm sorry!! Please!! No!!" He wanted to know who this master was and what has Harry so scared as he is but didn't push, afraid he would just break the boy more then he already was.
"I would like to know how you got here myself. I saw you out side my gate on the sidewalk on your hands in knees. You were frozen half to death from the rain. People would call you the boy who lived again", his voice sounded bitter, angry.
Harry didn't like the sound of his voice but trying to stay calm he thought about where he came from. But now that he thought about it he didn't remember where his dungeon was. All he remembered was going through woods. Deep woods, then reaching a small little neighborhood and walking down the sidewalk. Then he. Harry held his head from the pain that rushed through it.
"You mustn't strain yourself or it will just get worse", Draco stood then. "Sleep. You need your rest. I will have maids in and out of here repeatedly trough out the day. I'll come in when I can and check up on you", with that he left Harry alone to sleep.
Harry couldn't sleep yet. He couldn't understand why his enemy would help him? Why didn't Draco just leave him outside to die? It would have been easier for him. It would have been better off if Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, died on the sidewalks from weakness. Finally Harry drifted off to sleep with curious thoughts running through his head but none he dared to ask Draco about.
Draco leaned against his bedroom door as he wondered about the boy on the other side of it. He's frightened, no his terrified, Draco Noted. Someone had bruised, scared, and tortured him, broken him of his good well and spirit. He always wished to have Harry Potter weak and helpless in his bed but this isn't what he had in mind. From what Draco saw, when he washed him and healed his wounds, were marks, slashes from a whip maybe a belt, Draco couldn't tell. Every time Draco touched him the boy whimpered and curled up into a ball. He would start to whisper in a helpless child's voice, "Please don't. No more. I can't take it. Please no more". It broke Draco to hear it but he continued to clean him and help him to his room.
"Sir", the single voice made Draco jump but he turned his attention to the elderly maid at the foot of the stairs. "Your father is here", she informed him. She noted herself he boss as been jumpy, mainly from the lack of sleep. The poor master hasn't slept since he took in the helpless child.
"Did he state his business?"
"No, sir. I asked but he said it was family and personal"
Draco sighed and stood up from the door. "Very well. Filly, I want you to watch after Mr. Potter when I'm not here and I order you not to tell a living soul who I have in my home. I mean no one Filly. No one must know I have Harry Potter under my roof until I am ready for people or things to know, Understood?"
Filly nodded once. "Yes, Sir. No one will know".
"Good. Now I must have another argument with my father", Draco left down the stairs, preparing for another argument with his father, Lucius Malfoy. The one man Draco learned nothing but hatred from. When Draco refused to be the next Death Eater family line, all he and his father did was argue.
Thank you for the reviews and I took curtsy on going back and explaining the reason Mr. Welkins wanted the house. I relish it seemed somewhat perverted but a lot of the rich greedy guys are. No offense to those who are. If something you don't I understand of what I meant in the story I will go back and fix. I would be more then welcome to. I had a first version of this story but it had too much expiation in it and I knew not many people would take the time to read a paragraph about a house or the neighborhood looks. But here's the reversion of it and I greatly thank those again.
Thanks Bunches, Sheila Ann ^_^
The Boy Who Lived -- Again
The rain poured, lighting flashed, thunder roared over the night. The wind blew fiercely through the town, forcing trees to bend at will. The storm didn't frighten him too much but it made his process slower. He felt like a baby of the fact he wasn't to steady on his feet as he walked or rather stumbled his way down the street. He tripped over his own feet as he fell to the hard cement and splashed in the puddle from the rain, the rain that poured hard and fast on him.
Harry Potter was only wearing cotton black pants and white shirt. He shivered from the cold rain, he trembled when thunder roared close by, and he gave a shaky breath as lighting flashed the dark night. His back, arms, every inch of his body ached from pain. Form the slashes he had received, or rather "Punishment", as his master called it.
Harry was only a few years out of Hogwarts. He had dreams, promises, and faith as he graduated as the second in his class. He found a house on the London outskirts and settled. He had a job with great wedges he could live off of and he vowed to never see his aunt ever again. Harry was Happy. Ron and Hermione Weasley visited often with their newborn baby girl Lily Potter Weasley, which was named after Harry's mother. It was like a gift from them to say thanks for the wonderful years together and plus, Lily was always a kind women who also came from muggle family.
With a year or two gone a man had offered to buy Harry's house at a fair price. Harry rejected the offer. The man continued to come buy with his price higher and higher but Harry simply said No. It didn't accrue to Harry that the house was built under a gold mine or anything that was priceless but when he found out it was to late to do anything about it. Mr. Welkins took the house, forging a fake signature by Harry, and Harry was put in the man's dungeon for the trouble he caused.
"Mr. Potter, you caused me more money to get the house then I expected", Mr. Welkins had said. "I had no choice but fake your signature and hand the house over to myself. It was a long run around but I did it in the end. And because it was your fault in the begging, you will stay here and be my own toy. My last little boy was getting to weak for my taste and he lost his screams. I've been meaning to find another but it seems you saved a lot of time. My little girls will be very pleased to have a different one as well"
Harry begged on his life but the man just laughed and left him there to wept in his cave.
Harry can still feel the pain when the guy, dressed in black, chained him to the stone cold wall and stripped him of his clothing. He felt the slashes coming at him from the whip, sometimes a belt. He will always remember afterwards how the people would come in and start touching him, licking the blood that poured everywhere. They started touching him, licking him, and soon covered him with their mouths, and sucked. He screamed, he begged for it to stop but they only laughed at him and continued, they only did more when he struggled, they worked harder and faster when he protested. He tried to trick them as if he liked it, but it hurt, there was so much pain from the last time and there were only reopening the wounds that were already there.
He was kneeled on his hands and knees to weak to stand up, to cold to move, and too much in pain to care if he died right there on the sidewalk.
"Harry Potter?"
His own name being said forced him to look up, thinking he was caught, that he didn't get far from his nightmare. He had only lived a few minutes, or was it hours, of his life of freedom. He faced a pair of silver eyes with loose silver hair dripping with rain. The eyes were narrowed at him with a puzzled look on the person's narrow face. The person was wearing a long heavy trench coat wrapped tightly around him so it was impossible to see the cloths underneath. Their hands were tucked into the pockets as he looked down at him.
Draco Malfoy thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he saw the black haired weak figure kneeled over, staring at the ground. He figured it was some old man or kid, when the security guard informed him that someone was outside his gate. Draco didn't suspect the strange person was Harry Potter.
"Potter, is that you?"
The voice was familiar. He couldn't place it but he wanted too.
Draco kneeled beside the weak boy, without touching him. "Potter, It's Draco. Draco Malfoy? You do remember me don't you?"
Harry sighed another shaky breath. He knew the sarcasm when he heard it and never in his dreams would he have seen him so thrilled to hear that voice and see those gray eyes again.
"Draco", whispered Harry, with thrill in his voice.
Draco moved to touch Harry's cheek with his bare hand. "What the hell are you doing in the rain? Trying to kill your self?"
Harry wanted to say yes, he wanted to tell Draco to leave him alone. He had enough torment to last him a lifetime but words rolled off Harry's mouth that he didn't even know why he was telling him.
"So much pain. Got away.Draco." and Harry fainted into Draco's arms.
Draco looked down at the helpless boy and gave off a sigh. He knew he shouldn't, he knew he was risking himself, involving himself with Harry again. But he had to but his past behind him for now and gets Harry somewhere warm. Nodding to secure himself, Draco placed his hands under Harry's knees and under his neck as he lifted him and carried him to his own home.
Harry woke up, feeling warm and comfortable. He knew he was dreaming though. When he really wakes up he'll be on the stone cold floor with an old brown ragged blanket over him. Then through the bars will be his master watching him with a smile, waiting for him to wake up to start the "Punishments".
To afraid to wake up from this heaven, Harry moaned and turned to his side, where he pulled the heavy comforters closer to him.
"Are you awake?" asked soothing voice from beside him.
Harry's eyes flew open as he saw Draco sitting beside the bed. He was leaning forward with his leg in his lap, watching him. Though Harry didn't notice it, Draco wore the same cloths as the night before.
"You've been asleep for two days", he said. "My maids managed to clean your wounds and you. They decided to give you medication when you wake. They started to worry". He lied as he picked up the silver tray on the bed stand. The tray contained two white pills and a glass of water.
Harry was too speechless to speech but he tried to sit up but failed the task and fell back on the bed.
"You shouldn't try and get up on your own yet. Your still too weak", Draco laid the tray on the bed and helped Harry up as he leaned against the headboard. He helped Harry swallow the two pills with a glass of water as he settled back down on the bed.
"Where am I?" Harry whispered, to afraid to speech up.
"You're in my home in New Orleans"
"How did I get here?" he whispered again but his eyes came wide as he face Draco. "I mean. I didn't mean to apply so many questions".
Draco frowned but shook his head. "It's normal for a person to be curious of where they are".
"No Ma.!" Harry started to protest, thinking it was a trick question and knowing he was going to have more punishments if he didn't answer them probably but he stopped himself, seeing Draco not his master.
Draco just sighed and remembered the dreams, really nightmares, Harry had as he screamed, "No Master, Please no!! I'm sorry!! Please!! No!!" He wanted to know who this master was and what has Harry so scared as he is but didn't push, afraid he would just break the boy more then he already was.
"I would like to know how you got here myself. I saw you out side my gate on the sidewalk on your hands in knees. You were frozen half to death from the rain. People would call you the boy who lived again", his voice sounded bitter, angry.
Harry didn't like the sound of his voice but trying to stay calm he thought about where he came from. But now that he thought about it he didn't remember where his dungeon was. All he remembered was going through woods. Deep woods, then reaching a small little neighborhood and walking down the sidewalk. Then he. Harry held his head from the pain that rushed through it.
"You mustn't strain yourself or it will just get worse", Draco stood then. "Sleep. You need your rest. I will have maids in and out of here repeatedly trough out the day. I'll come in when I can and check up on you", with that he left Harry alone to sleep.
Harry couldn't sleep yet. He couldn't understand why his enemy would help him? Why didn't Draco just leave him outside to die? It would have been easier for him. It would have been better off if Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, died on the sidewalks from weakness. Finally Harry drifted off to sleep with curious thoughts running through his head but none he dared to ask Draco about.
Draco leaned against his bedroom door as he wondered about the boy on the other side of it. He's frightened, no his terrified, Draco Noted. Someone had bruised, scared, and tortured him, broken him of his good well and spirit. He always wished to have Harry Potter weak and helpless in his bed but this isn't what he had in mind. From what Draco saw, when he washed him and healed his wounds, were marks, slashes from a whip maybe a belt, Draco couldn't tell. Every time Draco touched him the boy whimpered and curled up into a ball. He would start to whisper in a helpless child's voice, "Please don't. No more. I can't take it. Please no more". It broke Draco to hear it but he continued to clean him and help him to his room.
"Sir", the single voice made Draco jump but he turned his attention to the elderly maid at the foot of the stairs. "Your father is here", she informed him. She noted herself he boss as been jumpy, mainly from the lack of sleep. The poor master hasn't slept since he took in the helpless child.
"Did he state his business?"
"No, sir. I asked but he said it was family and personal"
Draco sighed and stood up from the door. "Very well. Filly, I want you to watch after Mr. Potter when I'm not here and I order you not to tell a living soul who I have in my home. I mean no one Filly. No one must know I have Harry Potter under my roof until I am ready for people or things to know, Understood?"
Filly nodded once. "Yes, Sir. No one will know".
"Good. Now I must have another argument with my father", Draco left down the stairs, preparing for another argument with his father, Lucius Malfoy. The one man Draco learned nothing but hatred from. When Draco refused to be the next Death Eater family line, all he and his father did was argue.
Thank you for the reviews and I took curtsy on going back and explaining the reason Mr. Welkins wanted the house. I relish it seemed somewhat perverted but a lot of the rich greedy guys are. No offense to those who are. If something you don't I understand of what I meant in the story I will go back and fix. I would be more then welcome to. I had a first version of this story but it had too much expiation in it and I knew not many people would take the time to read a paragraph about a house or the neighborhood looks. But here's the reversion of it and I greatly thank those again.
Thanks Bunches, Sheila Ann ^_^
