I Hate Everything About You
Chapter One: Runaways
I rewrote this chapter and this story is inspired by I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace.
Harry woke up in a pool of his own blood, for the third time that week at Privet Drive, Number Four.
It was summer before his sixth year of Hogwarts.
His Uncle had been hurting him worse than ever. Aunt Marge had died in a car accident and every night his Uncle had came home drunk and angry, he blamed Harry and beat him until he passed out.
Harry sighed as he remembered his Uncle had told him he would kill him the next morning.
Harry got up slowly, wincing at the pain, every part of his back and chest was covered in deep wounds.
Harry looked around his room; he needed to get out of there before his Uncle came for him.
His trunk, broom, and wand were locked in the cupboard downstairs and Hedwig was dead. Harry sighed again.
Now he would have to run away without anything. Harry climbed out of his window ignoring the stinging pain and crawled onto the tree next to his window and hopped safely to the ground.
It was night out, probably around midnight. Harry went to the street and stuck out his wand arm to call the Night Bus. It came to a halt in front of him.
"Hello, Mr. 'arry Potter, this ride is free for you, hey why you all covered in blood," Stan Shunpike asked as Harry climbed on the bus.
"Tell anyone about seeing me and I'll make you personally regret you have a tongue," snarled Harry.
"Y-yes M-Mr.P-Potter," Stan said shakily.
Harry moved to the back and sat down on the bed.
"Potter," a shocked familiar voice said. Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zanbini gaping at him.
"What do you two want," Harry snapped.
"Mostly we want to know why you're covered in blood and why you're on the Night Bus," Blaise answered smirking. Harry was silent for a moment.
"Why the hell, do you two care," snapped Harry. He felt dizzy, he lost a lot of blood, and he needed a Blood Replinsher Potion or he would collapse.
"Well you don't have to tell us if you don't want, so where are you going," asked Draco.
"Leaky Cauldron," answered Harry shortly.
"Where's your trunk," asked Blaise, curious.
"Don't have it," answered Harry staring out the window.
"Are you getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron," asked Draco. What is this twenty questions!?
"Yes!"
"How are you going to pay for it," asked Blaise smartly.
"I'll to Gringotts and get the money out of my vault," snapped Harry.
"So you have your key then," asked Draco smirking. Harry was silent in shock. He kept his key to his vault in a compartment in his trunk, and he didn't have that.
"Shit," he cursed angrily.
"Glad we could help you figure that out," Blaise mocked smirking.
"We don't normally do this Potter, but you can share a room with us, you may be annoying but you don't deserve to live on the street," Draco offered.
"Really thanks," Harry thanked and let out a relieved sigh. "So what brings all the kindness, Malfoy," Harry asked.
"You just looked like you needed the help, God Potter no matter what you think we really aren't evil," Draco answered smirking, amusement in his eyes.
After a few more minutes they arrived and got their room, and went upstairs into it.
There were three large beds, a bay window, a bathroom, and a closet.
"Now will you tell us why you're covered in blood," asked Blaise.
"Fine, my Uncle," Harry answered shortly.
"Your Uncle abuses you," asked Draco surprised.
"No he just threw me into a pool of blood," Harry mocked smirking.
"Why'd he abuse you," Blaise asked.
"I was a wizard and he hates anything that doesn't fit into his description of not normal," explained Harry.
"So that's why you ran away," asked Draco.
"Yep, why'd you two run away," Harry asked curious.
"Well I was living with Draco because my parents disowned me, and his parents got too much to handle," explained Blaise. Harry nodded in understanding.
"Oh Potter, here," Draco announced handing him a potion and a tube of Healing Salve.
"Rub that on your cuts and drink the potion it's a Blood Replinsher," explained Draco. Harry nodded and pulled off his shirt and rubbed it all over the cuts.
"Damn Potter, you are going to have a lot of scars," Blaise exclaimed.
"Yeah he's like scar boy, or something," Draco agreed smirking.
"Yeah I know, I just usually put a Concealing Charm on them when I go to Hogwarts," Harry said.
"Well goodnight," Blaise announced.
"Night," Harry and Draco called together and both slipped into their beds.
I hoped you enjoyed the rewrite of this chapter, and PLEASE REVIEW it helps me update faster.