Rating: R
Warnings: Descriptive violence, undescriptive sex (rape), slash (to come!! ^_^), angstiness. I warn you, this fic is dark. If you have a problem with the aforementioned, I suggest you leave. You don't belong here. Please no flames, thanks much ^_^
Pairings: Draco/Harry, possibly others, but D/H centric
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I'm not making any money off of this anyway. I'm just a fan!!! A really BIG fan! *points to sky* So please don't sue, you don't have any reason to... This disclaimer applies for all chapters
Author Note: Welcome to my first Harry Potter fic! I'm so happy I finally managed to write one, I've been wanting to for so long now... Well, I wrote the first two chapters and figured, okay, time to post it on FF.net! So then, just to re-warn you, this is gonna be a slash fic, and its gonna be dark... very dark. No romance yet, but trust me, I'm a huge fan of the Draco/Harry pairing, and it will be coming, so hold tight for now! Anyways, let me know how you feel about it when you're done please ^_^ I'd greatly appreciate. Anyways, until then, enjoy!
Draco Malfoy walked slowly down the dank corridors of the Hogwarts dungeons towards the Slytherin common room. His mind fell back onto past events; the screaming, the fighting, the blood... and those soft kisses that had fallen so gently onto his forehead. He pressed a pale hand to his forehead then, not sure what to think of his life at the moment. His mind raced through the last few hours after that; silver stars sparkling in the dark night sky above him, a feeling coursing through him that he had not felt in all his time spent at the Malfoy Manor. Was it love?, he asked himself, replaying the images through his mind again and again. No, I learned that love does not exist when I was young. His steps echoed down the long hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the common room portrait door came into his sight. But if it's not, then what is this empty feeling inside of me?
6 months prior...
Draco rose quietly out of his bed, looking outside his window for signs of daylight. He found it still dark, the sun just breaking out above the horizon, with only a few stray sunbeams lighting the gray ground in lustrous shades of red and yellow. He held his breathe in suspense though, not taking the time to admire the beautiful sunrise in the distance. He saw many a dark figure moving toward the front of Malfoy Manor, and watched them instead. A few seemed to shudder as the sun rose further and they were struck with rays of light; they sulked towards the house, and the blonde heard his own father welcoming them into his home.
It had only been three days since his return from his fifth year at Hogwarts, and Draco was already escaping out his window to avoid his father and the Death Eaters.
Draco, still in pajamas of a silky black material, moved quickly over the hill behind Malfoy Manor towards a small creek. His unkempt hair was rustled further in the wind, and he brushed it back with a small hand as he finally reached the cool waters of the creek. He sunk both of his hands into the refreshing waters and splashed it onto his face. Nearly instantly he felt more awake; his lack of sleep since his return home was finally catching up with him.
Every year Draco prayed that school would end, that he could come back home and relax for a month before they made him return to that 'sorry excuse' for a school. And every year Draco returned home, and prayed that the summer would pass quickly so he could go back to Hogwarts, that he could escape the torture that was living with Lucius Malfoy for another year.
In only three days the blonde already felt cornered, trapped in a mind game his father had always loved to play with him. A game of many names; a game of confusion one moment, and a game of hope the next. A game of hope that would quickly fade into a game of tragedy and distress...
Draco leaned back against the old apple tree near the river, closing his eyes for a moment in an attempt at relaxation. His mind played back past summers in his mind, though, and the relief he longed for slipped through his soft fingers. So many days spent screaming inside as he was hurt and hurt again by his family, if they could even be called that. Truly he had no real family.
Lucius Malfoy... if that were what family was like, we'd all be dead faster than Voldemort could kill a man. Draco opened his eyes for a moment and sighed at the thought of his father; there was no worse evil in his mind. And Narcissa, she could be family, but all she does is follow father's orders, like some kind of servant. Crabbe and Goyle, true, you could say friends are family... but they aren't true friends now, are they? Nothing more than a couple of followers that can be twisted and used in different ways when I really need something... Too bad what I need is friends who wouldn't betray me at the sight of a piece of cake... Draco laughed halfheartedly, though his mind still hung over the fact that he not only had no true family, but no true friends either...
He ran a hand through the lush green grass and pressed his head back onto the smooth surface of the tree. He closed his eyes, attempting once more to calm his mind and relax. And slowly, sleep came to him...
'Blood... dripping down... Where is it coming from? And dear God, why does my head hurt so much?' Draco looked upward as he thought, and a single drop of blood fell off of his soft white hair onto his hand and he followed it with his eyes. It splattered slightly when it hit his hand, creating several small drops.
Draco ran a pale hand over his forehead; it felt damp with what he assumed was sweat. But he pulled down his hand and looked at it, and he saw dark crimson streaks where what he now knew to be blood had touched his hand. He shuddered a little, and sank back against the cold stone wall he was finding behind himself.
As he felt the damp wall behind him, he grew more aware of his surroundings and glanced around the dank, stone room. Though his vision was blurred, he managed to make out silvery bars in the distance, and a twisted staircase further past that. But none of that mattered to him now, as a shady figure moved toward him, and a smooth voice ordered him to stay still as the figure slid a hand up his shirt...
Draco's upper body flew upward, a cold sweat breaking out onto his forehead. He gripped tightly to the ground, as if it would stop the flood of memories that kept coming back to him. He latched a hand onto a branch of the tree that his back had slid of as he slept, and pulled himself up, standing next to the creek and still tightly gripping the tree branch.
The sun had fully risen by then, shining down onto him and reflecting off the silk of his pajamas. Draco sighed, and pushed the images of his dream out of his mind as he stepped towards the creek and splashed his face once more. He then began walking towards Malfoy Manor, and crept in through the back door.
Walking as lightly as he could, Draco wandered down the long corridors of his home, and quickly found his own room. Thank God that Father hasn't found me... he thought to himself, turning the doorknob quietly. He looked behind him once more, and saw a dark figure moving through the hall. He whipped the door open the rest of the way, and shut himself in. He breathed a sigh of relief at the thought that he had barely escaped being caught by the dark creature, and flipped the switch for his bedroom light.
"Dear, dear Draco, did you honestly believe you could escape this place for even a minute without me catching you?" Draco turned slowly, facing the speaker. Before him stood a tall man, with silvery-white hair falling down to the middle of his back. His left hand fell over a small green ball that was pressed into a dark wooden cane, and his right hand stroked the base of his chin. A dark robe billowed down onto the floor, and sharp, piercing eyes bared down onto the boy. He could nearly feel them cutting into his skin in a painful, twisted way. "This Manor is surrounded by Death Eaters, as I'm sure you saw this morning. Are you so stupid to think that one of them wouldn't have seen you? Oh, yes, that's right...," he began, a sly smirk emerging onto his face. "You are that stupid..."
Draco refused to speak, for not only did he know if he did it would only result in more consequences than he already faced, but it was strictly against his family code to go against his father's wishes, or to speak back to him. He chose to simply look down at his feet, not from shame, but in a futile attempt to hide his evergrowing hatred.
Lucius took several steps toward his son so that they now stood less than a foot apart. Without breaking his gaze on Draco, he lifted his cane, and set it down onto Draco's foot. He then leaned onto the cane, and the sharp metal base of it pierced Draco's bare foot. Draco cringed, but he showed no sign of fear or pain besides that, and simply raised his face to look into the eyes of his father. His look displayed not the slightest bit of fear, nor defiance, though; he simply looked back into those piercing, silver-gray eyes.
Lucius pulled the cane back out of his foot, and Draco cringed again as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the splatter of blood across his foot. The scarlet liquid stood out strongly against his pale skin as it seeped down the side of his foot and formed the smallest of puddles beneath it.
Draco stood strongly, his eyes did not move from their fixated point on his father's, as Lucius' did not leave their point on Draco's. Draco took a step back, though the pain in his foot stopped him from moving much more.
"Move again, boy, and trust me, you'll never move again." Lucius spoke in a matter of sheer sincerity and bluntness as he took another step towards the boy, though Draco moved back as well. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone against his father's wishes, though the second he stepped back he knew he had made an awful mistake.
Lucius nearly immediately flung out his hand and knocked Draco against the hard wall of his room. He hit hard, and sunk down to the floor in a sitting position, his back aching horridly against the cool surface of the wall. He watched as Lucius pulled his wand out from his robe's pocket, and pointed it directly at his face. "Stand, boy, stand and face me. Do you, in all your stupidity, not realize what today means for you?"
Draco pushed himself up off of the floor, and stood before his father. He shook his head, for he had no idea of what his father spoke of.
"Fool," he spat bitterly. "Can you not feel the power within our very home?" He looked down disdainfully upon his son and sneered. "Our Master is here, for today is the day you receive the Dark Mark."
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