DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, THAT HONOUR BELONGS TO J.. I AM JUST THE PUPPETIER TO HER CREATIONS. PLOT BELONGS TO ME.
Full summary; Draco has known all of his life that he was a mere-boy. But he is the only one. Or is he. Because this summer, Harry comes into his inheritance, never knowing what to expect, he becomes something that only exists in myth, even in the Wizarding world.
HPOV
Here I sat, on my second hand bed, in my second hand room, wearing second hand clothes, waiting for the moment where I can finally get away from this hellhole that I am forced to go to every summer without complain. I never questioned why until now. But now I know. And it made me bitter, as it questioned everything in my world that I thought I had known since the age of 11. And now because of the meddling of one man, I was forced to rethink the last 6 years of my life. Because of Dumbledore, my life now held no meaning, and I was filled with regret.
*FLASHBACK*
It was the first day of the summer holidays. The skies were blue, the birds were chirping, the grass was green and everything was okay. Vernon had not had a chance to beat me yet, as he hadn't found me doing anything wrong, surprisingly. I was supposed to be upstairs and Vernon was supposed to be in the garden having lunch with Petunia. I crept downstairs, desperately avoiding the creaking ones. Strangely though, I heard voices from the living room. The Dursley's never entered that room in summer as it was the only room except Harry's that lacked air conditioning.
Quietly, I placed my ear on the door and listened.
'I expect better from you Vernon. I pay you good money to beat this brat and I expect him to be broken and vulnerable so that I can use him to kill the dark lord' that couldn't be right. Because that voice, belonged to someone whom Harry thought would help him through anything… Dumbledore.
'I understand sir, but what else can we do to him. We've been doing this his whole life, we've done everything to him except the one thing that I will not do to him, money be damned!'
'Do what you have to do Vernon. I already have a way of ruining him if you cant. Potter will not be able to go on when he finds out that I've been paying Weasley and Granger to be his friends and Sirius to even care. I'll take my leave now as I don't want potter to see me and bother me today' Harry, as quietly as he could, launched himself away from the door and up the stairs and into his room without being caught. He spent the rest of that day crying before deciding that he was going to his gringotts goblin and asking about any withdrawals that were unaccounted for.
*FLASHBACK*
Looking over to the digital clock on the nightstand, Harry realised that it was 11.56. He would come into his inheritance in four minutes. Harry sat, silently watching the clock as the minutes ticked by, hoping that he would just get a power boost or something that wasn't too painful.
But, right on the stroke of 12, the pain began.
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