Mercy

Disclaimer: No I don't own the Harry Potter stories, just this story.

Chapter 1

As he lay there on the cold stone floor after one of his father's many attacks, it was then that it hit him.

I don't deserve this. He told himself, what have I ever done for him to hurt me like this?

He curled himself into a ball and shuddered as the echo of the heavy front door being slammed resounded throughout the house. He tenderly brushed a strand of blonde hair from his eyes and sighed slowly. He didn't know what he'd done wrong this time, that's what hurt the most – the fact that he had no idea what he'd done to make his father so aggressive, abusive...frightening.

At least he's gone now. He thought to himself, silently wishing that he would never have to see him again. Normally he would have scolded himself for such a thought, but tonight had changed everything: it was ending here, enough was enough.



After standing up and reaching for his jacket – the only piece of his clothing yet to be stained with his own blood – he slid it gingerly over his aching body and made his way over to the window, the only source of light in the gloomy room.

I need to get away from here... I need to find somewhere I will be safe…

Then it clicked. The Order could help him.

Rapidly exiting the room and heading for the entrance to his house, he stopped suddenly. What if they don't help me?

His heart sunk at that very moment, he felt like he had nowhere left to turn… that he was condemned to a life of pain and suffering at the hands of his father – just because he didn't want to serve a sadist lunatic.

Shocking himself, he stood up straight, proudly even, leaving all worries behind. Grabbing his sleek Firebolt and dashing out the door.

Here goes Draco, here goes.

Sprinting across the neatly cut lawn, he jumped onto his broom, effortlessly swerving in and out of the foliage that was in his front garden. When he got high enough to feel like the light caress of the clouds on his skin, did he smile. He was finally out of there, and he would never go back, not for the world.Never.



No Draco you're not weak. You're not useless and you're not worthless.

Flying east, he calculated quickly how long it would take to get to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Three hours he guessed, more or less. Three hours to think of something decent to say, something believable so that they help him. Or maybe he didn't need to think of something to say, maybe he should just tell them what they wanted to hear. The truth. He couldn't go back to his old life, he was sick of being the spoilt, obnoxious Malfoy who got exactly what he wanted and was superior to all… he'd been living in a dream world but now he understood that he didn't need all the money and power – he only had them because of his family's ties with the Dark Lord: and that man, that monster was not worth it, he never was.

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A slight haze hung over the countryside surrounding the Burrow as Draco neared it about half an hour later; it hadn't taken as long as he thought it would. The tall, scruffy house stood out like a sore thumb amongst the pretty woodland – far too obvious for any Death Eater not to suspect anything – but ingeniously subtle at the same time, no one would ever think of finding Dumbledore, Harry Potter and all the other Order Members shacked up in an old wreck would they?

Lowering to earth about five metres from the building, Draco hopped off his broom and slowly walked towards the huge wooden door. Tapping quietly, it was about three o'clock in the morning after all, he waited with bated breath to see what would happen next. He glanced at the front window as a light turned on and heavy footsteps where heard down the hallway.



A split second later Draco felt himself being pulled inside, into the bright kitchen, the light blinding him. After regaining his composure he squinted and there before him was the tall, slim figure of Prof. Dumbledore, wearing green striped pajamas and grinning broadly.

"I'm glad you came Mr. Malfoy, I knew you'd come round one day."

A/N:

Hey.

Thanks for choosing to read my story! I'd be even more grateful if you could review – sorry this chapter is a bit short but I promise the rest will be longer. This story is set between fifth and sixth year, making the Hogwarts' students 16 years old and the sixth year is disregarded. I'll try and update as soon as possible for you guys – more reviews means quicker updating!

Love,

InLoveWithTheEnemy

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