It had to be you...
Summary: Harry's abuse at the hands of his uncle becomes worse over his 7th year holiday. Dumbledore sends Harry to spend the rest of his summer with the most unlikely Family in the wizarding world, the Malfoy's.
Pairings: H/D, R/S slash. Little Ron/Herm Sirius didn't die. Rating: R for violence and sexual scenes. '' - thought "" - speech
If you don't like slash. You know not to read. It is clearly as slash story. You have been warned.
This is only my second story, and first Harry Potter fiction, so sorry if its crap.
Disclaimer: it all belongs to J.K Rowling except the plot, which is mine. So don't sue cause you will get nothing due to my lack of money.
Lucius will be out of character. But its just for the story.
Chapter 1...
The fist came crashing down onto Harry's face again and again. The boy who lived could do nothing except take his daily beating. His uncle constantly found something to justify the beatings. The Car not shining brightly, Dinner a little burned. Anything provoked him. Today was no different.
His cousin Dudley and his aunt turned a blind eye to the beatings going on upstairs. They never heard the shouts, they did nothing to help. They never cared about the masses of bruises on Harry
"That will teach you boy." Uncle Vernon spat at Harry, while leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
Harry collapsed to the floor. Blood from his nose was splattering on the carpet. Harry let out a low moan. He still had 4 weeks before going back to school, back home. How much more blood would he lose before he got back? How many more beatings?
'Even the final battle with Voldermort was not as bad as this, and that was to the death.' Harry thought bitterly
He often silently prayed to get out of there. But he was still there, still in hell. He had heard from Ron and Hermione. They had started going out just after school had ended. Harry was happy for his two best friends. They had been tiptoeing round each other for months and finally had realised there feelings. He had been invited to there house as he no longer had to stay with his relatives as there was no more threat. But due to his current predicament he didn't see him going as an option.
He also kept in contact with his godfather and Remus. Who had gone away for a while to spend some time alone after the last battle. The two lovers hadn't seen much of each other before the war and they decided to take full advantage off the break.
This meant that Harry had nobody to talk to. Nobody knew of his struggle.
He felt himself pass out; he welcomed the calmness washing over him. He slept without a dream, he enjoyed the rest. A good sleep didn't come often. But the abuse mentally and physically drained Harry.
"Harry... Harry, wake up." Called a soothing voice
Harry's eyes fluttered open hours later, the soothing wake up had thrown him off guard. He usually was woken up by a slap or a scream. His eyes focused on a large, white ceiling, and he felt himself on a large, soft bed. He remembered the call looked to where the voice had come from. To his amazement Dumbledore stood beside him.
Harry tried to sit up but was pushed back gently by another hand. He turned around and to his amazement Draco, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy stood there watching the boy who lived.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, completely confused by his surroundings and his company.
"Well Harry, You have been taken away from your relatives." Dumbledore began, pausing slightly to let Harry adjust to the news.
"Master Malfoy here found you unconscious. So since Sirius is away we thought it best if you stay here at Malfoy manor for the rest of the holiday. Do not worry they no longer follow any of voldermort's ways as they showed. You will be safe." Dumbledore finished.
Harry remembered that Lucius and Draco turned against the death eaters during the battle, Revealing themselves finally as spies for Dumbledore.
Harry didn't know what to say. Draco was no longer "evil" and they were civil to each other but they were hardly best friends. Harry wasn't sure if staying with the reformed Malfoy family was such a good idea.
"Here? Cant I go back to school or to the Burrow? There must be somewhere else I could go." Harry pleaded. But it was hard as he felt himself slipping unconscious again.
"It would be best to stay here Harry, Why don't you sleep some more. You will be perfectly safe here. No matter how much you think otherwise."
"But..." Harry started to protest but his words fell silent with one look from Dumbledore.
"Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, lets leave Harry to sleep."
The four walked out of the room. Harry watched them go, before sleeping into another dreamless sleep. He didn't see Draco stop before the door and turn round. He studied the sleeping boy.
"Thank god you're safe Harry." He whispered, almost half sorry that the boy on the bed could not hear him.
"I don't know what I would have done." He quickly looked over the boy again then swiftly turned and joined the others in the Parlour.
"I expect Harry to be well taken care of while here. I'm sure I can count on you all." Dumbledore stated, looking at Draco particularly. His twinkling eyes seeing right through Draco's Icy blue eyes, into his soul.
"He will be well looked after, Dumbledore." Lucius assured the wizard.
"Good, good. Well Draco, see you at school." Dumbledore said. With another quick look around he vanished with a pop.
'well this should be interesting' Draco thought before going back to the room where Harry was.
"Draco, dinner is at 6. if our guest is up bring him along" His mother commanded.
Draco nodded, he looked at his father who was watching him with amusement. He was curious as to what he was smiling at.
"What is it father?"
"Oh nothing son, are you going to see our guest?"
"Yes, Why?" Draco questioned, not sure of his fathers motives.
"No reason. Don't be late for dinner." Lucius warned. But a smile was still playing on his lips.
Draco kept walking then finally he reached the guest room. He peered in and saw that Harry was still sleeping. He crept in and sat in a chair near the bed watching the boy sleeping. It had been 2 years since he had admitted that he had feelings for Harry. No one knew except a few close friends. But now he had a feeling that his father knew about his feelings for the incredible boy-who-lived.
TBC..
Well how did you like the first part. I need a beta writer so if anyone is up for the job just e-mail me. I know you all may be a little confused with the story so far. But it will become apparent soon.
Please REVIEW. Thanks..
Summary: Harry's abuse at the hands of his uncle becomes worse over his 7th year holiday. Dumbledore sends Harry to spend the rest of his summer with the most unlikely Family in the wizarding world, the Malfoy's.
Pairings: H/D, R/S slash. Little Ron/Herm Sirius didn't die. Rating: R for violence and sexual scenes. '' - thought "" - speech
If you don't like slash. You know not to read. It is clearly as slash story. You have been warned.
This is only my second story, and first Harry Potter fiction, so sorry if its crap.
Disclaimer: it all belongs to J.K Rowling except the plot, which is mine. So don't sue cause you will get nothing due to my lack of money.
Lucius will be out of character. But its just for the story.
Chapter 1...
The fist came crashing down onto Harry's face again and again. The boy who lived could do nothing except take his daily beating. His uncle constantly found something to justify the beatings. The Car not shining brightly, Dinner a little burned. Anything provoked him. Today was no different.
His cousin Dudley and his aunt turned a blind eye to the beatings going on upstairs. They never heard the shouts, they did nothing to help. They never cared about the masses of bruises on Harry
"That will teach you boy." Uncle Vernon spat at Harry, while leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
Harry collapsed to the floor. Blood from his nose was splattering on the carpet. Harry let out a low moan. He still had 4 weeks before going back to school, back home. How much more blood would he lose before he got back? How many more beatings?
'Even the final battle with Voldermort was not as bad as this, and that was to the death.' Harry thought bitterly
He often silently prayed to get out of there. But he was still there, still in hell. He had heard from Ron and Hermione. They had started going out just after school had ended. Harry was happy for his two best friends. They had been tiptoeing round each other for months and finally had realised there feelings. He had been invited to there house as he no longer had to stay with his relatives as there was no more threat. But due to his current predicament he didn't see him going as an option.
He also kept in contact with his godfather and Remus. Who had gone away for a while to spend some time alone after the last battle. The two lovers hadn't seen much of each other before the war and they decided to take full advantage off the break.
This meant that Harry had nobody to talk to. Nobody knew of his struggle.
He felt himself pass out; he welcomed the calmness washing over him. He slept without a dream, he enjoyed the rest. A good sleep didn't come often. But the abuse mentally and physically drained Harry.
"Harry... Harry, wake up." Called a soothing voice
Harry's eyes fluttered open hours later, the soothing wake up had thrown him off guard. He usually was woken up by a slap or a scream. His eyes focused on a large, white ceiling, and he felt himself on a large, soft bed. He remembered the call looked to where the voice had come from. To his amazement Dumbledore stood beside him.
Harry tried to sit up but was pushed back gently by another hand. He turned around and to his amazement Draco, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy stood there watching the boy who lived.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, completely confused by his surroundings and his company.
"Well Harry, You have been taken away from your relatives." Dumbledore began, pausing slightly to let Harry adjust to the news.
"Master Malfoy here found you unconscious. So since Sirius is away we thought it best if you stay here at Malfoy manor for the rest of the holiday. Do not worry they no longer follow any of voldermort's ways as they showed. You will be safe." Dumbledore finished.
Harry remembered that Lucius and Draco turned against the death eaters during the battle, Revealing themselves finally as spies for Dumbledore.
Harry didn't know what to say. Draco was no longer "evil" and they were civil to each other but they were hardly best friends. Harry wasn't sure if staying with the reformed Malfoy family was such a good idea.
"Here? Cant I go back to school or to the Burrow? There must be somewhere else I could go." Harry pleaded. But it was hard as he felt himself slipping unconscious again.
"It would be best to stay here Harry, Why don't you sleep some more. You will be perfectly safe here. No matter how much you think otherwise."
"But..." Harry started to protest but his words fell silent with one look from Dumbledore.
"Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, lets leave Harry to sleep."
The four walked out of the room. Harry watched them go, before sleeping into another dreamless sleep. He didn't see Draco stop before the door and turn round. He studied the sleeping boy.
"Thank god you're safe Harry." He whispered, almost half sorry that the boy on the bed could not hear him.
"I don't know what I would have done." He quickly looked over the boy again then swiftly turned and joined the others in the Parlour.
"I expect Harry to be well taken care of while here. I'm sure I can count on you all." Dumbledore stated, looking at Draco particularly. His twinkling eyes seeing right through Draco's Icy blue eyes, into his soul.
"He will be well looked after, Dumbledore." Lucius assured the wizard.
"Good, good. Well Draco, see you at school." Dumbledore said. With another quick look around he vanished with a pop.
'well this should be interesting' Draco thought before going back to the room where Harry was.
"Draco, dinner is at 6. if our guest is up bring him along" His mother commanded.
Draco nodded, he looked at his father who was watching him with amusement. He was curious as to what he was smiling at.
"What is it father?"
"Oh nothing son, are you going to see our guest?"
"Yes, Why?" Draco questioned, not sure of his fathers motives.
"No reason. Don't be late for dinner." Lucius warned. But a smile was still playing on his lips.
Draco kept walking then finally he reached the guest room. He peered in and saw that Harry was still sleeping. He crept in and sat in a chair near the bed watching the boy sleeping. It had been 2 years since he had admitted that he had feelings for Harry. No one knew except a few close friends. But now he had a feeling that his father knew about his feelings for the incredible boy-who-lived.
TBC..
Well how did you like the first part. I need a beta writer so if anyone is up for the job just e-mail me. I know you all may be a little confused with the story so far. But it will become apparent soon.
Please REVIEW. Thanks..
