The Hybrid's Pain

Warning: This will be a very dark story, there are no bunny rabbits and flowers...some rainbows maybe...tehe, and this fic is a YAOI pairing...boyXboy action! no like, no read.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot, and the smexy scenes...me no own Harry, or Draco!

Unexpected Visitors

In the neighborhood of Number Four Privet Drive everything was silent. No dogs howled, no cats fought, and no night time animals prowled. Nothing stirred; even the brittle branches on the trees did not blow in the breeze, it was as if everything was waiting, waiting for something to happen, as if they felt in their very roots that they should be silent.

Everything was patiently silent as they waited for something momentous, the night did not stir, until the ringing hour of midnight was struck. In that one second that the time changed to a new day the eerie silence was broken. A blood curdling scream emanated from one of the house on Privet Drive interrupting the silence. An emerald light shone from the second story floor of number four Privet Drive. Magical waves came swiftly, in pulses, through the trees and down the roads. The animals that were so silent before ran and howled and the brittle the trees bent under the immense pressure. Lights came on in the neighboring houses, the scream never stopping.

Harry James Potter sat straight up in bed, gripping his head in agony his screaming ripping his throat to pieces. The boy scratched at his forehead in an attempt to numb the pain away, he heard his uncle screaming at him to stop, but he paid the man no heed. Harry screamed while the magical waves continuing to flow at an increasing rate away from his body. Emerald eyes flew open suddenly, and his uncle was silenced by the look in his nephews eyes, the purely demonic look in the those dark green depths.

Slowly the boy stopped screaming, the waves suddenly changed color, a black aura surrounded the teen. His emerald eyes slowly bled to black, no white to be found, the obsidian seemed to be calculating and a slow smirk appeared on the twisted face of Harry Potter. Harry felt his muscles tense and a feral growl escaped through sharp incisors, bared in his anger.

He sprung, quicker than his uncles eyes could follow, Vernon let out a guttural scream as realization hit him, and the thought struck him that he was going to die. Everything seemed to go into slow motion; Vernon felt his heart beating loudly in his ears, he felt the blood rushing through his veins go cold, he lost hope as he saw his nephew get closer by the millisecond when, suddenly, he was gone.

Harry Potter had dissipated into thin air.

Break-

Draco felt his body being roughly shaken, he tried fruitlessly to ignore it. The shaking increased, also being accompanied by a voice. He slowly cracked open one silver eye to see what was going on. Both eyes opened and then widened as he took in his mother's appearance before him. She was still dressed in her dressing gown, no robe adorned her bare shoulders. Her hair was sleep tousled and her eyes held an urgency that Draco had only ever seen in the most dire of situations. Draco hurriedly sat up and turned towards her and opened his mouth to ask what had happened but his mother just shook her head and grabbed his arm, dragging him hurriedly out of the room and into the direction of his father's sitting room.

He gasped slightly in fear and confusion as they reached the pine door and Narcissa reached out her hand and turned the knob quickly and pushed open the heavy doors. They entered and went towards the couches, one of which was occupied by his father, who also looked to be rumpled. His lips were a tight line and his eyes shone slightly with apprehension. Draco and his mother sat on the couch opposite his father and Draco raised one eyebrow in question.

"Something's not right, what is going on?" Draco asked bluntly, his tone slightly frustrated about being woken at such an ungodly hour.

"Son, there has been a massive magical surge tonight." Was his father's only response.

Draco raised the same brow and frowned. "Your point?" He felt his mother fidget on the cusion next to him.

"There has never been such a powerful magical signature since Merlin's time. This could mean only two things; that the Dark Lord has increased his magical ability somehow or that a Hybrid has come into being." He saw his father flinch slightly as the Dark Lord was mentioned and felt dread pool in his stomach. His frown deepened.

"A Hybrid? You mean like a mix of two different sorts of creatures?" His father nodded. "There has not been a Hybrid since before the years of You-Know-Who, where did one come from and what does this have to do with us?" He asked suspiciously. His father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This person is most likely the strongest creature alive on this planet, we tell you because 'it' is most likely your age, and we tell you because this person will most likely decide the fate of the war that is steadily approaching, we tell you to warn you Draco." Draco felt his heart clinch in slight fear. "And we do not know where he or she may have come from, as you said there has not been a Hybrid in many years. We suspect that they were somehow hidden from the wizarding world and that-" Lucius never finished his sentence as there was a massive explosion of magic and noise in the near proximity of the family.

Draco fell to the floor from the impact of pure magic. He raised his head and squinted at the bright aura of the person standing in their den. They were tall, with a plainly masculine shape, their shoulders were hunched forward as if in pain. He took in the blood red wings sprouted from the figures back. Draco squinted further, trying to make out facial features, when the figure screamed making him jump. The scream held pain and confusion and his voice was riddled with agony and loss. Draco felt his heart twist in pain at the mere sound of the others torment.

The figure collapsed to his knees, the scream raging on, now containing anger along with pain. Draco felt his eyes water and did nothing to stop the tears that flowed freely down his cheeks, he blinked his eyes a few times and tried to remember the last time he had cried but was pulled from his mulling when suddenly the scream died away and the figure fell in a heap to the the floor, an exhausted groan the only thing to come out of their mouth.

Draco sat up tentatively and looked around for his parents. They too were on the floor, their faces still glistening from the tears they had also shed against their will. The Malfoy family slowly stood and walked slowly towards the figure crumpled on their floor. A gut instinct told Draco that he did not want his father to turn the figure over, he did not want to know the identity of the strange creature lying on the floor.

Draco knew he didn't want to know even more when he heard the muttered curse fly from his fathers' lips. He slowly got to his feet, groaning slightly at the pain in his legs from the impact of the magic, and walked towards his parents who were leaning over the boy. He looked tentatively over his fathers' shoulder and fell back with a gasp. Harry Potter lay crumpled and broken on his floor, his messy black hair fell into his closed eyes and his cheeks had dirty tear tracks on them while his forehead bled from deep scratches. His shirt was torn to shreds from the a fore mentioned wings that had sprouted from his back. Draco remembered Potter screaming and immediately felt the sorrow for the boy return. He heard words but didn't know that he had uttered them until his father turned to look at him with a sorrowful expression.

"You poor soul." He whispered, another tear slowly making its way down his already tender cheek.


A/N: Okay, I didn't re-write a lot in this chapter, but I did FIX a LOT of things, now it is MUCH easier to read =]