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Harry slowly slid off the ledge back in to his room. He clumsy limped to his bed before collapsing on it. His uncle had stopped sending him to people he now didnt care what happened to Harry. Vernon had enough money. He grimaced as he looked at his broken leg slowly remembering how he had got it.
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Harry sat at his desk thinking of last years events. Sirius. He thought. Im sorry. Its my fault. If only I had practiced oclumency. If only it hadnt been me. If only, the list went on and on. He was jerked out of his thoughts by the slam of the front door.
"BOY!" his uncle roared as he climbed up the stairs.
Crap. Harry mentally slapped himself. As his door was wrenched open.
"YOU!" his uncle slurred. Great Harry thought hes drunk.
His uncle slapped him and grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of his room and pushed him towards the stairs. Harry lost his balance and tumbled down them. He landed at an odd angle. He heard a loud crunch and saw his leg was bleeding. Then the pain over took him.
His uncles fist collided with his ribs followed by another crack. And every thing went black.
. / End. /
He had woken up in the same place he had blacked out and was forced to clean up the blood. He couldnt write the order about the abuse because his uncle watched and checked every note. The scary thing was that he didnt want the order to come. He deserved what he got.
Suddenly his uncle came in to his room with a maniac grin. Harry paled when his uncle pulled out the kitchen knife.
"U-uncle v-v-Vernon? Whats that for?" Harry asked fearing the answer. He could smell the whisky on him.
"You" was all he said as he lodged it in his gut before wrenching it out roughly. Harry didnt scream. He wouldnt give him that satisfaction. Vernon eyes gleamed with malice and glee as he watched the blood run down Harrys body. A hungry look passed over his face. Harry was brutally thrown to the ground and his pants ripped from his body. He struggled against his uncle with all his might. He didnt want this. Despite his struggling Vernon began pleasuring himself.
Suddenly there was a bang that knocked Vernon backwards onto the forgotten knife that had fallen. Harry was frozen with horror. His uncle was dead. He wasnt sure how to feel, he was happy he was gone but he was sad another person had died. Then a scream filled the room. He grabbed his wand and fled the room running as fast as his damaged body allowed him. At the bottom of the stairs were about ten death eaters torturing his cousin and aunt.
"Get him!" one to his left yelled.
Harry sent a stunner at the nearest one.
"Imperameta" came a voice from his left. He ducked just in time as it collided with the wall.
"Patrificus totalus" Harry yelled hitting the one in front who knocked down the other behind him. He turned and was hit full force with the cruciartus. He fell to the ground thrashing in more pain then normal because of the stab wound. The death eaters laughed at him.
"So this is how the great Harry potter stands up to us. Pathetic. From the way the lord talks of you Id have thought you to be better than this." Harry focused on the pain and numbed it a bit as he slowly got up and glared at them. They stumbled back in shock. No one but the dark lord could do that. Harry stunned both of them and gathered all his belongings and fled from the house. He shrunk his belongings and put them in his pockets before running from the house.
He ran hard and fast jumping over fences and walls. After about an hour he came to the country part of Surry. He continued running. The sun was beginning to rise at this time. He was tired so he stopped at a tree and sat down. Without realizing it he fell asleep.
He woke again as the sun was setting to voices.
"O Greg lookie err. We got us a pretty one" this one was slow and slurred.
"My, it seems we have. Lets have some fun with this one." The other voice said in a suggestive tone. Harrys eyes snapped open to see to men lingering over him with a strange gleam in their eyes.
Draco Malfoycursed at his current predicament. He had refused to get the dark mark and his father had started beating him thinking it would make him succumb to his demands. The reason Draco had changed his mind was that he had witnessed one of their 'special' meetings
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Draco was wondering the manor when he heard a sound from one of the rooms. He opened the door a small amount and nearly barfed at the sight. They were playing with and torturing woman, children, and men in the most disgusting way possible. He watched as his own father raped a boy of less than twelve and then set him ablaze and raped him again wile using the cruciartus. The people were filth he would never stoop that low.
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At this moment he was running threw the manor dogging death eaters and spells left and right. He gathered his things and hopped on his nimbus 2000 and shot off away from the place of horrors. He flew at top speed until he knew they were gone. Draco then slowed and looked at the county side. Something caught his eye and he stopped above it as he looked at the sight anger filled him. He jumped off his broom with out a thought. The only thing in his mind was 'protect this person at all costs.' He landed between the two men and the boy.
"Leave him alone." He snarled at them. The one to his right looked him up and down and said, "O my, it seems we have found another petty item to play with." Draco knew what he meant and went to punch the man as the other pulled a gun out. He was not as stupid as people thought he knew about muggle weapons.
"Now, now, lets not have any of that. Now lets see what do I want you two to do."
"You will not touch him." Said Draco with a slight growl. Why am I so protective of this kid? He thought to himself.
"Greg Im tired of all this" said the man as he pulled the trigger
"No!" shouted Draco at the top of his lungs. The bullet sped at the boy. behind him and a ripping sound was heard as a pair of silvery white wings burst forth from Dracos back blocking the boy. The bullet hit the wing and bounced off. A pulse of raw power surrounded Draco. The two men stared in awe and horror. They both fainted.
The wings disappeared as he turned around. He looked the boy over and found he was in bad condition. He had a stab wound in his gut that was bleeding a lot, a busted lip, swollen eye, a broken leg, and other numerous things. He checked his face for other things that he might be able to fix when he stopped. There on the boys forehead was a lightning bolt scar.
He had saved Harry potter.
A/N: Woot Cliffy! um... yeh...lets go bother snape.
