Title: Shattered Life
Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ On the way home Draco has a little mishap and needs up with Harry.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE!
WARNING: This is a slash story. If you don't like it don't read!
A/N - I had an epiphany and got a card idea (once you read the story you'll understand) over night and it was too late to change the second chapter. Thanks for all the awesome reviews D Avalon, JJLL, aliss, PeacherDancer82 (by the way I didn't really decide on an age, but I guess its a few years after Harry graduated), Anya Malfoy, jeannie81, Leya, and Yoink Daydurfurits! Reviews keep me going! Love you all!
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The blond looked at the little business card in his hand. Harry had given him a card for any emergencies. He still heard the little voice of Potter's in his head. 'If you need anything, I'll help.' Draco tried not to laugh. Boy-Wonder wanted to help him? Finally he shrugged and pocketed the card.
Draco walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. It was dark out now and he tried to avoid people at the moment. He didn't really feel like working right now. He just wanted to go home and sleep. It had been a long boring day with his only customer being a non-paying one.
"Well, lookie, lookie, its little Dray."
Draco turned around to find Dave. "Fucking Christ Dave, way to care the shit out of me!"
"Well, I can be a very scary man Draco, but when you don't make me mad I can be a very nice man." Draco crossed his brown leather clad arms. "Do you know what makes me mad?"
"Piss off. I'm not in the mood for your games."
"I don't like paying off your debts Draco. I don't like wasting my money!" Dave took out a nice pocket knife that shone even under the old street lamp. "When people waste my money I waste them."
All of the sudden it hit Draco, what was going on, It hit like a fist, Dave's fist to be exact. Down on the ground Draco tried to catch his breath, but Dave pulled his head back by the hair. The cold tip of the knife touched Draco's neck and whipped across it.
Dave wiped the blood off his prized knife on Draco's shirt and walked away.
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Harry groaned as he heard a noise coming from his phone. He picked up hiss glasses and walked over to the phone.
"Hello," he mumbled unintelligently.
"Is this Mr. Harry J Potter?" a woman's voice was on the other end.
"Yes."
"Yes, this is the London Hospital Emergency Room. We currently have a young man here with your business card."
"Who is it?" Harry ran through the list of his friends and how they could have been hurt and ended up in a muggle hospital.
"We're not sure. He had no id, just your card. His throat was slit."
"God! Ok, I'll be there in a minute." Harry hung up the phone and ran to get dressed.
At the hospital Harry paced in the waiting area. So many people were looking at him. Finally a nurse came out.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she shook his hand. "He just got back down from the OR. Would you like to see him?"
Harry nodded. He followed the women into the elevator. He was amazed that he had stayed so calm in the elevator. There was this little voice in the back of his head saying it was Ron and he was dieing. Harry shook himself mentally. He can't die. The nurse said he just got back from the operation. He has to be fine. She would have said if he was dead, right?
Finally they stopped and the nurse led them to a room, "He's in here."
Harry nodded and walked in. Only he didn't find any red hair. He saw Draco Malfoy. Harry didn't know what to think.
"Do you know him?"
"Yes, yes I do. His name is Draco Malfoy," Harry replied.
The nurse nodded and left.
Harry sat down beside the sleeping man. He studied Draco as he slept. His hair wasn't slicked back, but falling everywhere on the pillow and over his closed eyes. His chest rose and fell, never missing a beat. Soon the nurse came back in.
"There are some signs of. . ." she bit her lip a little, "abuse. Here on his arms. It looks suicial."
The nursed flipped Draco's arm and showed Harry violent slashes that had been healed for a while.
"I don't think there is any fresh marks on his body that are life threatening. A few more scars on his chest, one on his cheek probably caused by others, but nothing new. There's a broken rib that didn't heal quite straight, it looks very old, but it doesn't make any difference now. Also he seems to have signs of violent sex with a man, probably more than one."
Harry nodded. His eyes stung a little. I his head there had always been his image of proud Draco Malfoy in his head. That boy had now been reduced to a dieing man.
"Do you know Mr. Malfoy well?"
"We had been out of touch for years. I met up with him again yesterday."
"Is there anyone else I should call?"
Harry would have said to contact his parents some how, but he remembered Draco's speak yesterday. Something told him that Draco wouldn't want to see his father. Maybe he would call Snape then, no. he wouldn't feel comfortable telling the old potions professor that his start student had been nearly killed, probably because of drugs or sex. No, that would not go over well.
"No, I'll stay until he wakes up."
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Draco opened his eyes and shut them right away. Everything was so bright. . .too bright! One thing for sure then was he wasn't in heaven. It hurt too much and besides, he didn't really think he would end up there anyway.
Carefully this time he pried his eyes open. The window was open and the sun shone through bright. He moved his neck, but it hurt so much.
"Hello Malfoy."
Draco groaned and turned his head. Harry was sitting in a chair next to his bed. Where was he anyways? The blond sat up carefully with a grimace and looked around. He was pretty sure he was in a hospital. He hadn't been in a hospital before, but he had seen one on TV.
Harry sat down on the bed, "So, what happened?"
"I got into a little accident." Draco said hoarsely.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Ya, you tripped and fell on a knife. Now tell me."
Draco coughed, "Why? You're not my keeper. Why in bloody hell are you here anyway?"
"Because you had my card in your pocket. I said call if you need help, not if you try to freakin' off yourself." Harry put the battered card on the tabled beside the bed and crossed his arms.
"That's right Potter. I tried to kill myself. I couldn't stand being a whore anymore after seeing how well you're doing at. . ."Draco picked up the card. "You're a lawyer? What the hell!?"
"Anyone who's a wizard would think to press the little mascot in the corner," Harry said plainly.
Draco pressed the little lion. How ironic, a lion. He would always a faithful Gryffindor. Draco looked down to the new words on the little card. It read Professor Harry J Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Draco proceeded to read his home phone number and cell.
"A teacher, at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, but I really do have my degree in law. I wanted a normal life when Voldermort was around and threatening to take over the wizarding world. So, I ran, but he found me and I had to destroy him."
"You say it like it was easy."
"It should have been a lot easier than it was. It's something I don't really want to talk about." The green eyed man quickly finished up, "You can come stay with me. I'm sure I can magic that better."
"I don't need your help."
Still stubborn, Harry thought. "But couldn't you just take it for once. Besides, you can't get out of here without a guardian."
"No fucking way." Draco groaned.
"They think you're a danger to yourself and won't let you leave without me, unless you actually want to tell them who did this to you."
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Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ On the way home Draco has a little mishap and needs up with Harry.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE!
WARNING: This is a slash story. If you don't like it don't read!
A/N - I had an epiphany and got a card idea (once you read the story you'll understand) over night and it was too late to change the second chapter. Thanks for all the awesome reviews D Avalon, JJLL, aliss, PeacherDancer82 (by the way I didn't really decide on an age, but I guess its a few years after Harry graduated), Anya Malfoy, jeannie81, Leya, and Yoink Daydurfurits! Reviews keep me going! Love you all!
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The blond looked at the little business card in his hand. Harry had given him a card for any emergencies. He still heard the little voice of Potter's in his head. 'If you need anything, I'll help.' Draco tried not to laugh. Boy-Wonder wanted to help him? Finally he shrugged and pocketed the card.
Draco walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. It was dark out now and he tried to avoid people at the moment. He didn't really feel like working right now. He just wanted to go home and sleep. It had been a long boring day with his only customer being a non-paying one.
"Well, lookie, lookie, its little Dray."
Draco turned around to find Dave. "Fucking Christ Dave, way to care the shit out of me!"
"Well, I can be a very scary man Draco, but when you don't make me mad I can be a very nice man." Draco crossed his brown leather clad arms. "Do you know what makes me mad?"
"Piss off. I'm not in the mood for your games."
"I don't like paying off your debts Draco. I don't like wasting my money!" Dave took out a nice pocket knife that shone even under the old street lamp. "When people waste my money I waste them."
All of the sudden it hit Draco, what was going on, It hit like a fist, Dave's fist to be exact. Down on the ground Draco tried to catch his breath, but Dave pulled his head back by the hair. The cold tip of the knife touched Draco's neck and whipped across it.
Dave wiped the blood off his prized knife on Draco's shirt and walked away.
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Harry groaned as he heard a noise coming from his phone. He picked up hiss glasses and walked over to the phone.
"Hello," he mumbled unintelligently.
"Is this Mr. Harry J Potter?" a woman's voice was on the other end.
"Yes."
"Yes, this is the London Hospital Emergency Room. We currently have a young man here with your business card."
"Who is it?" Harry ran through the list of his friends and how they could have been hurt and ended up in a muggle hospital.
"We're not sure. He had no id, just your card. His throat was slit."
"God! Ok, I'll be there in a minute." Harry hung up the phone and ran to get dressed.
At the hospital Harry paced in the waiting area. So many people were looking at him. Finally a nurse came out.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she shook his hand. "He just got back down from the OR. Would you like to see him?"
Harry nodded. He followed the women into the elevator. He was amazed that he had stayed so calm in the elevator. There was this little voice in the back of his head saying it was Ron and he was dieing. Harry shook himself mentally. He can't die. The nurse said he just got back from the operation. He has to be fine. She would have said if he was dead, right?
Finally they stopped and the nurse led them to a room, "He's in here."
Harry nodded and walked in. Only he didn't find any red hair. He saw Draco Malfoy. Harry didn't know what to think.
"Do you know him?"
"Yes, yes I do. His name is Draco Malfoy," Harry replied.
The nurse nodded and left.
Harry sat down beside the sleeping man. He studied Draco as he slept. His hair wasn't slicked back, but falling everywhere on the pillow and over his closed eyes. His chest rose and fell, never missing a beat. Soon the nurse came back in.
"There are some signs of. . ." she bit her lip a little, "abuse. Here on his arms. It looks suicial."
The nursed flipped Draco's arm and showed Harry violent slashes that had been healed for a while.
"I don't think there is any fresh marks on his body that are life threatening. A few more scars on his chest, one on his cheek probably caused by others, but nothing new. There's a broken rib that didn't heal quite straight, it looks very old, but it doesn't make any difference now. Also he seems to have signs of violent sex with a man, probably more than one."
Harry nodded. His eyes stung a little. I his head there had always been his image of proud Draco Malfoy in his head. That boy had now been reduced to a dieing man.
"Do you know Mr. Malfoy well?"
"We had been out of touch for years. I met up with him again yesterday."
"Is there anyone else I should call?"
Harry would have said to contact his parents some how, but he remembered Draco's speak yesterday. Something told him that Draco wouldn't want to see his father. Maybe he would call Snape then, no. he wouldn't feel comfortable telling the old potions professor that his start student had been nearly killed, probably because of drugs or sex. No, that would not go over well.
"No, I'll stay until he wakes up."
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Draco opened his eyes and shut them right away. Everything was so bright. . .too bright! One thing for sure then was he wasn't in heaven. It hurt too much and besides, he didn't really think he would end up there anyway.
Carefully this time he pried his eyes open. The window was open and the sun shone through bright. He moved his neck, but it hurt so much.
"Hello Malfoy."
Draco groaned and turned his head. Harry was sitting in a chair next to his bed. Where was he anyways? The blond sat up carefully with a grimace and looked around. He was pretty sure he was in a hospital. He hadn't been in a hospital before, but he had seen one on TV.
Harry sat down on the bed, "So, what happened?"
"I got into a little accident." Draco said hoarsely.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Ya, you tripped and fell on a knife. Now tell me."
Draco coughed, "Why? You're not my keeper. Why in bloody hell are you here anyway?"
"Because you had my card in your pocket. I said call if you need help, not if you try to freakin' off yourself." Harry put the battered card on the tabled beside the bed and crossed his arms.
"That's right Potter. I tried to kill myself. I couldn't stand being a whore anymore after seeing how well you're doing at. . ."Draco picked up the card. "You're a lawyer? What the hell!?"
"Anyone who's a wizard would think to press the little mascot in the corner," Harry said plainly.
Draco pressed the little lion. How ironic, a lion. He would always a faithful Gryffindor. Draco looked down to the new words on the little card. It read Professor Harry J Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Draco proceeded to read his home phone number and cell.
"A teacher, at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, but I really do have my degree in law. I wanted a normal life when Voldermort was around and threatening to take over the wizarding world. So, I ran, but he found me and I had to destroy him."
"You say it like it was easy."
"It should have been a lot easier than it was. It's something I don't really want to talk about." The green eyed man quickly finished up, "You can come stay with me. I'm sure I can magic that better."
"I don't need your help."
Still stubborn, Harry thought. "But couldn't you just take it for once. Besides, you can't get out of here without a guardian."
"No fucking way." Draco groaned.
"They think you're a danger to yourself and won't let you leave without me, unless you actually want to tell them who did this to you."
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