Disclaimer: For the millionth time: I don't own Harry Potter or J.K Rowling. I'm just playing with her toys...
A/N: Well, it's the weekend so I'm writing this chapter up while the idea is still fresh. Please read and review. It keeps me going 3
"My apologies, Potter." he said sarcastically, not paying attention to Harry pleading with him not to do it.
"Legilemenis!" he cried, and Draco Malfoy entered Harry Potter's memories...
-Harry's memory-
A raven haired boy, most likely eight years old groaned as he examined his appearance in the mirror before he went to bed. Tomorrow was the first day of school and his aunt had decided to give him a haircut. It was practically in ragged patches and she had managed to nick his ear. He sighed miserably as he carded his fingers through his mutilated hair. He jumped slightly when there was an obnoxious pounding at the door.
"HARRY! Hurry up in there!" bellowed a boy from the other side. "Mum says you better hurry or she'll call Dad!" he shouted threateningly. At these words, Harry jumped down from the stool he was standing on so he could see into the mirror and raced over to the door, unlocking it and opening the door. As soon as he opened the door, he was knocked to the floor by a chubby boy that appeared to be nine years old but he was huge. Rather pudgy and pasty looking, the other boy stood over the green eyed boy and laughed.
"Get up freak! Mum says to go to bed or Dad'll get the belt out." said the fat boy raucously. At these words, the slighter boy named Harry leaped to his feet and slid past the other boy like water down a drain.
"That's right freak! Run!" shouted the watery eyed boy, giving the small boy a shove that nearly sent him flying. The little boy sighed miserably as he walked down the stairs and into the small cupboard under the stairs. He stayed quiet as he shut the door and turned the light off, plunging him into darkness. He lay down on the tiny mattress as he thought about what would happen the next day. It was the first day of school and he was near bald...that wouldn't make things go well...
The next day dawned quickly and the ebony haired boy left before everyone else, his hair as thick and messy as it was before his aunt cut it. He had no idea how he did it, but he did and that's all that mattered.
The little boy came home from school that day, a skip in his step and a smile on his lips. He climbed up the stairs and let himself into the house, his cousin, the fat boy already home as he was allowed to ride the bus home while the green eyed one had to walk the long twenty minutes to get home. As soon as he entered, his arm was grabbed by his aunt's clawed hand and he was dragged into the house and the door slammed behind him.
"What did you do?!" hissed his aunt, her brown eyes flashing angrily. The young boy backed away, fear evident in his emerald eyes.
"I d-d-didn't do anything!" he stuttered defensively, his cousin looking up from the telly with an excited look on his pudgy face. The other boy's aunt look furious.
"I know you did some! You know we don't tolerate that freakishness in this household." she spat out, a look of utter disgust and contempt written across her horsey features.
"B-but I didn't d-do a-anything!" cried the boy, stumbling over words as he rushed to defend himself. An even fatter man appeared from the kitchen, his face a blotchy color.
"What is with all this shouting?!" he (ironically) shouted. Petunia looked over at her husband with a devilish look.
"The boy did it! He's a freak!" she shrieked, crossing her arms and looking at the trembling boy like he was a rat in her perfectly spotless kitchen. The whale of a man looked furious.
"How, dare you?!" he hissed in a deadly tone as he stalked over to the boy and grabbed his thin delicate wrist and dragging him towards the cupboard.
"But I didn't do anything!" insisted the boy, trying to pull his wrist out of the man's grip but to no use. The fat man slapped the boy and turned to look at him, his face an ugly shade of purple.
"Get in the cupboard boy, or so help me I will beat the freakishness out of you!" he roared, sending Harry flying into the cupboard. The man slammed the door and looked into the young boy's terrified electric eyes through the vent.
"There will be no such freakishness in my house, not by you, Harry Potter!" he spat before slamming the vent shut and leaving the young boy, Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world alone, trembling in the dark...
-end memory-
Draco was shocked by this behavior but didn't stop rifling through Harry's memories.
-Harry's memory-
Harry Potter was sitting alone in a park. The sun was setting behind him, painting the sky a blood red color. His round glasses were cracked in one lens, the bridge broken and held together by tape. His clothes were three sizes to big and hung off of his frail thin body. He was rather small for an age, looking eight or nine when he was in fact ten. His lightning bolt shaped scar was prominent and raised slightly against his forehead. Harry's skin was rather pale and he looked tired. His birthday was in one week, but no one cared...he was sitting cross legged in the gravel in front of a daisy that had sprouted up from the gravel. He gently tapped the flower, causing it to shudder and close up. He made it open and then closed it again and did it quicker now to make it open it close like a clam. He smiled slightly as he continued to do this until a shadow fell over him. He looked up and his eyes widened with fear. It was his cousin Dudley and his gang. Dudley looked angrily at Harry.
"What are you doing?!" he hissed angrily, stomping on the flower that Harry had been playing with.
"I wasn't doing anything!" cried Harry, jumping to his feet and looking up at Dudley with a mixture of utter loathing and fear.
"You know what Mum said to do if I ever caught you." he said threateningly, cracking his knuckles and advancing on Harry. Harry backed up, green eyes wide.
"I wasn't doing anything, I swear!" he said pleadingly as he started to back away from Dudley and his friends. Suddenly though, Dudley's friends moved in and grabbed his arms, pinning him in place. Dudley walked towards Harry, fists clenched.
"Mum said no more freakishness." growled Dudley before punching Harry across the face and sending his glasses flying. Harry felt blood drip down from his nose where Dudley had hit him. Dudley delivered punch after punch to Harry's face and body. Harry let out pitiful cries as he struggled to get away from Dudley's friends. Dudley rained blow after blow upon Harry's small form until Harry was nearly unconscious. Dudley's friends dropped Harry to the ground and spat at him.
"You're a disgusting little freak and you brought this upon yourself." hissed Dudley, kicking Harry in the stomach one last time before ambling home, leaving Harry scrawled out bloody on the pavement.
-end memory-
Draco paused for a moment, horror on his face. It was worse than he thought and he had barely penetrated Harry's memories. He dreaded to think of what was to come, but he pushed past it so that he could help the other boy...
A/N: Alright, this chapter is in two parts. This is the first part and the second part will be released soon. Please read and review!