Title: As Night and Day
Disclaimer: Refer back to chapter 1.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of abuse, some bad language, and very obvious OOC.
Double the Pain
Draco was pissed and he didn't care that he was still at platform 9 ¾, somebody was going to die if he had anything to say about it. Unfortunately, his father had a tight grip on his arm and was willingly trying to stop his violent actions from being carried out.
"What's wrong with him?" Narcissa whispered to Lucius with a worried look at Draco.
"I'll give you three guesses after you think back to when you were being courted by me." Lucius muttered back, his magic holding Draco into place until he calmed down. Narcissa thought for a moment before a look of shock covered her face and turned to stare at the Potter boy being dragged away by his muggle family.
"You can't mean…..with Potter…Draco is…." She stuttered quietly, hand over her mouth. Lucius gave a quick nod, almost smiling at her reaction. He was quite pleased with the outcome, but his wife wasn't taking it so well.
Lucius pulled a harshly breathing Draco close to him, who had calmed down and had his eyes closed, before apparating back to the Malfoy manor. He settled his son down in a chair, telling him to stay put before he apparated back to the station to retrieve his wife, who was still frozen with shock and standing in the same place he left her.
Lucius sighed, shaking his head slightly in exasperation; he was going to have to talk to her about composure. He grabbed her hand and side-apparated out of sight.
HPDMXOXO
Harry sighed, trying to stay as still as possible. It had been almost two months since he had left Platform 9 ¾.
He had been right in assuming that his summer was going to be torture, all the drama and pain had started once he got home and out of sight of the neighbors. He was black and blue for a week after the beating he received from his uncle that night. Luckily though, it wasn't any worse than the previous summers he had spent with his muggle family.
He was forced to do all of his chores inside, until his bruises went away partially. Petunia acted like it was his fault that he couldn't go outside and tend to her prize winning garden.
'It's should be my prize winning garden, she has never willingly put her hands in anything dirty and won't start with a silly garden' Harry thought to himself, a grudging look on his face as he thought of his horse like aunt.
He was alone in his room, completely bored out of his mind, but extremely thankful that his family was hosting a dinner party to welcome Vernon's new boss to the company. He would rather be bored and have nothing to do, than become a punching bag for his uncle. His muscles were still tense from the last time he'd been beat.
He had sent Hedwig to Ron's house when he realized his uncle would have none of her presence in the house. Vernon had threatened to take her out and shoot her if Harry didn't get rid of her as soon as possible. He was surprised his uncle had even warned him in advanced.
On a somewhat happier note, it was four hours before his birthday and Harry was excited for the food was bound to send as a present. He hadn't eaten for three days as part of a punishment Vernon had given him for 'cursing' his precious son, Dudley, into smoking pot. Apparently his uncle thought he was able to control his son and get away with it.
'Always knew he was a dumb ass, what part of 'no magic outside of school' does he not understand' He thought to himself sarcastically. Harry would have not tolerated being beat if he could suddenly cast the Imperius, or even the Cruciatus curse on his uncle.
The other part of his punishment was four whips to his back and a never-ending beating that had him lose consciousness after twenty minutes. Of course, after he woke up he was subjected to more of his uncle's temper for passing out without permission.
'He acts like I have control of whether or not I pass out.' He thought, a painful grimace coming to his face as he shifted to get comfortable. 'Let's see how he holds up if I beat him repeatedly for an hour'.
The thought actually brought a smile to his face; his uncle was two times his size, making it impossible to actually beat him unless he was paralyzed and strapped down with ropes.
Harry sighed as he finally felt his muscles relax, the relief was short-lived though when his stomach turned sharply and began cramping; it felt like somebody had stabbed him and turned the knife gleefully.
"Shit." Harry muttered while bringing his bruised arms up to clutch his stomach as the feeling gradually began to get worse. Looking at his broken, beat up clock, he noticed that it was an hour till midnight.
"Wow, time sure does fly by when you're lost in thought and in pain." He gasped out sarcastically, turning on his back to try and help relieve his stomach pains. It helped minimally for his stomach, but caused his back to feel like it was in fire because of the lacerations his uncle gave him. For the next twenty minutes he endured the unknown pain that had suddenly appeared.
'This can't get any worse' he thought to himself. He must have jinxed himself because his back began to feel as if someone was pressing him to a stove. Harry moaned in pain, clenching his sheets tightly and arching his back as if it could help lessen the pain that had formed throughout his body.
11:30 PM
'What the hell is this…?' Harry thought weakly to himself, head turning from side to side in agony. His head started to ache as vibrant colors began flashing everywhere making him dizzy and nauseated.
11:45 PM
Harry began shaking violently, he felt both cold and hot at the same time. He had to wait out the pain.
12:00 AM
Everything stopped, and all Harry could do was breath deeply. Looking around, he felt his vision slowly dimmer and blur. A few seconds later, the pain came back so suddenly that he let out a scream and vanished from his bedroom.
HPDMXOXO
Downstairs, The Dursley's and their guests paused as they heard a scream come from upstairs. Vernon looked slightly nervous when his boss, David, turned and looked at him questionably.
"What was that?!" He asked in an alarmed voice, peering around the table to look at the stairs.
Vernon paused and looked at his wife who looked as equally panicked as he felt before turning back to his boss and replying.
"It's just the cat!"
AN: This chapter is slightly shorter than the first one *wince*, but I had to cut it off here or else I'd be giving away the secrets much too soon. If it makes you feel any better, this is the shortest of all the chapters, the rest of them are loooong. Hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to leave a review. ^_^