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I've rated M for: Violence, Abuse, Rape, Slash M/M! Don't like, don't read! No Flaming.

Summary: The Dursleys beat and abuse him. As Harry learns of his inheritance, he begins to doubt the prophecy and in turn Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron…Will someone help the beaten saviour? Will he help himself?read and find out! H/D Slash!, D,HG,RW bashing!, AU, Creature!H+D

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Chapter Seven: You

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The young Valyr got used to the new living arangements over the next few weeks. He also heard from the Elders that several more fledgeling Valyri were housed with the Malfoys. They all came from families that wouldn't have understood the newly awakened powers and wouldn't have been able to handle a 'Young One'. Therefore, Harry fit in well at the Manor. He still preferred to stay in the confined space of his room, rather than visiting the living room and lounges, though. Mingling with too many other people made him nervous. In the solace of his room he'd also had several break-downs, the worst of which ended with him emptying his stomach into the toilet and his skin being rubbed raw under the scalding shower. He didn't want to think about what that meant. He'd handle that when he'd sorted out his 'mate-problem'.

At least he'd successfully escaped any immediate threats. Dumbledore was probably frantic by now and Voldemort most probably didn't have a clue as to where his enemy had disappeared to. Both must have found out about Harry's disappearance by now.

Even the Malfoys seemed civil. He'd had some more conversations with Draco and had found him to be quite the amusing conversationalist. What he especially appreciated was that Draco didn't push him for information, even though his curiosity was obvious. But he also found many other things to occupy his time constructively.

Days were filled with studying his ancestry, an extremely interesting topic, whereas nights – unfortunately – were filled with nightmares Harry really didn't want to dwell on. He'd rather find out more about his species.

The huge Malfoy Library had helped answer many questions he had, concerning his race. Especially genetically. He had found out that in all the records he had in his vaults at Gringotts there was not one scrap of evidence that his parents had known of their dormant Valyr-gene. It probably had been lost and forgotten for centuries. When Harry asked Dynal what he supposed was the reason for him having awoken and not his parents, the elder explained that circumstances such as both parents having the dormant gene and exceptional magical power were required.

"But it may also depend on various other factors which we haven't identified yet. We're still analyzing every Valyr that has awoken and are combining common circumstances in order to make more accurate predictions of who will awaken." Dynal explained. "We're very lucky that awakening fledgelings give off the tell-tale surge of raw energy that can very easily be traced. It is also how we managed to find you." He winked at Harry. "I don't think there was a Valyr on the planet that didn't feel you." He joked.

"So you went and brought me here. Well, actually, you saved me." Harry stated the fact quietly. He didn't want to know what Dudley would have done to his unconscious body, had he not been whisked away.

"We did." The elder was lost in thought for a moment, before adding. "But you weren't doing so bad yourself." At the questioning look he received, he explained. "Well we found you passed out, but your...cousin, was it?" A curt nod. "Had very obviously been flung against the wall and had a severe concussion and some painful bruising." A gleeful smirk crept onto Dynal's handsome features. "You did a number on that one, I tell you."

At the elder's words, Harry felt himself smiling slightly. Yes, this new gift – even if it did make him more of a freak – would definitely come in handy.

"Can I ask you something, Harry?" Dynal looked serious.

"Sure."

"Are you still having nightmares?" Harry averted his eyes.

"No, I'm fine." The lie was obvious. Dynal didn't respond for a moment. Finally, he sighed.

"I won't hold you a sermon about what lack of sleep will do to your health, because you know that. But I will tell you that I'm worried about you. I would love to see you talk to someone." It was stated as a fact, not an accusation, not a requirement.

Harry knew he meant well and he also realized that his nightmares wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, if he didn't at least start writing down some of what had happened in the diary Lyocos had given him a week ago. And in the long run nightmares would be the least of his worries. It just didn't sound like that would help anything. Harry simply couldn't believe that everything would be better, if he talked. Logically, he knew it to be proven, but...

He'd really rather just forget about it and get on with his life.

As if having read those last thoughts, Dynal broke the silence.

"You can't ignore your past, if you wish to move on. Your subconscious won't let you. It may even be seriously detrimental not only to your mental and physical health, but also to your Magical equilibrium."

Harry's internal debate showed on his withdrawn and troubled face.

"I don't want to pressure you, Harry. I just don't want to see you succumb to depression. Talk to the person you trust most." Looking at Harry's distressed face, he added. "I'll leave you to think about it." With a last careful pat on Harry's shoulder, Dynal left Harry to his thoughts.

Just a few minutes later Severus Snape entered the Malfoy library to find Harry Potter sitting in a couch, lost in thought.

"What in Merlin's name...Potter!" He snapped and Harry jumped a mile. "What do you think you're doing here? Of all the irresponsible...look at me when I'm speaking to you, boy!" The harsh voice, filled with disapproval and ill-meaning sent Harry into a series of flash backs, leaving him a curled-up, quivering mess on the floor. Rocking back and forth, unseeing eyes stared at the lush carpet. Hugging his knees to his chest tightly, he tried to make himself as small as possible to evade the impending beating. Loud voices and angry words meant pain.

Slowly inching closer to the distraught student, Severus didn't quite know what to make of this extreme reaction. Oh, don't misunderstand, he knew a lot about abused children, many having come to him for counseling. What to do with a boy he – until two seconds ago – despised, not lastly due to his arrogant and insolent behavior, was a whole other story.

"Severus, what seems to be the problem...Oh, my, what did you do?!" The head of Malfoy house had heard the disturbance. Taking one look at Harry, Narcissa Malfoy stared at Severus accusingly. "We let you go in and out of our Community Head Quarters and this is how you repay us? Scaring the newborn?" Not expecting an answer she closed her eyes. "There's only one that will be able to help him quickly. I don't have time to look for the Elders. They're out at a meeting. We need Draco here for this. Go get him!" The last part was murmured into her hand. Severus could just make out a tiny glow that zoomed out of the room, he assumed to inform Draco.

He was right.

Not one minute later the blond Valyr stormed into the Library.

"What happened?" Assessing the room, he added. "What's wrong with Harry?" Draco looked questioningly at his mother and godfather.

Knowing that staying silent wasn't a realy option, Severus admitted.

"I asked Potter what on earth he was doing in the Malfoy library." Getting another disapproving stare, he grudgingly continued. "I may have said it a bit loudly."

"Looks like you sent him into a panic, whatever you did." Draco slowly approached the now whimpering figure "Harry, it's me, Draco. Don't worry about anything, you're safe here." Knowing that touch wasn't the best idea at this point, he tried it mentally. Concentrating on calm feelings he pushed them toward the other boy. "Imagine, you're on a meadow. A green meadow. Soft grass and moss beneath you. It's dusk and everything's calm and quiet. Feel the ground beneath you. Breathe deep. Smell the clean air, the light breeze tickling over your skin, a light scent of pine wood and earth. Keep breathing deep and feel yourself grow very calm. Give in to it. There's nothing to worry about here." During his soft monologue, Harry's shaking had slowly subsided and he had lifted his head to look at Draco with red-rimmed eyes. Pain and turmoil still visible on the pale face.

Reaching out, Draco slowly placed his hand onto Harry's, to try and calm him completely through direct transfer of emotion; Draco's strongest power. But what happened instead was astounding.

A bright light flashed into life, pulsating erratically and spreading to encompass the entire library. It blinded everyone in the room. Harry and Draco, simultaneously felt an enormous warmth engulf their bodies. Happiness, like they'd never felt before swept through them, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. Then, suddenly, it seemed that all their energy left them at once...and then returned full force. It felt like being slammed into a brick wall.

When the pulsing light subsided, four stunned people were left gaping at each other.

The two youths still sat on the floor, feeling weak. Gripping each other's hands firmly, they both instinctively knew...

"You."

And the world turned black.

Thanks for all the reviews, people. ^-^

I'll try and update regularly again now. This is an ancient ff. I don't really know why I stopped writing, though. Had a stressful time, wanted to take a break and sort of forgot about it, I guess ("Blasphemy!!!!!").

I also tried to revamp the first few chapters, so they may have changed slightly.

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Sam