Disclaimer: On chapter 1
I know I haven't updated forever but schools been a bitch.
Enjoy the CHAPPIE
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Harry Potter woke up to a soft knock on his door.
"Harry? Are you awake? I'm coming in," slowly the door opened and Harry's aunt Petunia came in, looking a bit nervous. Over the summer Lily's sister had begun to feel sorry for the poor boy, who was the only connection to her sister she had left.
"Sorry, I'll be up in a minute to cook breakfast aunt Petunia." As Harry tried to sit up his aunt rushed over to him and pushed him softly back down so as not to injure him further.
"Don't worry about it dear you just rest for a moment." She smiled down at him then began collecting his things. From out in the hallway she pulled in his Hogwarts trunk and began setting the items in it. Harry sat confused, what was his aunt doing? Was she going to throw him out?
"Aunt Petunia what are you doing?" Sitting on the bed the horse-like woman sighed, but held a mysterious twinkle in her eyes, almost like Dumbledoors.
"Harry, I'm so sorry about how you've been treated, it wasn't fair, especially after all that you've been through. I wish I could make it up to you, but all I can do now is save you from Vernon's sick mind. So I'll take you to Diagon ally, it's the best I can do for what I've done." Although her eyes were glazed over, she held on to the confident smile that made Harry a it more comfortable despite the odd situation.
"Thanks aunt Petunia." Although Harry was grateful for his aunts' kindness, he still felt the deepening depression of his life catch up to him, one persons kindness wasn't going to make him feel better. As he sat contemplating Petunia came back in with a damp wash cloth and begun wiping away the blood on Harry's face.
"I bought you a decent pair of pants and a shirt, I didn't know your size but these looked about right, why don't you try them on." She set the pair of baggy blue jeans and the dark green collard shirt on the bed.
"You didn't have to you know, I really don't deserve your kindness." She looked apathetically at Harry.
"Don't ever say that Harry. Besides you can't go out in public in Dudly's over-sized clothes, especially with blood on them, now why don't you try them on or do you need help?"
The black-haired boy pushed himself slowly to his feet, closing his eyes to mask out the pain of his most likely broken ribs and numerous bruises and cuts that covered his body. Petunia held his uninjured arm to steady him. As she began to help peel off the blood stained shirt she couldn't help but berate her-self for doing this to her only sisters child, Lily would indeed kill her.
When they successfully got Harry dressed in his new outfit he looked rather good despite his injured and undernourished state, which the clothes hid well. Finally he pulled on his worn sneakers and looked back to his aunt.
"Good, are you ready then? Veron and Dudly are out of the house but I don't know when they will be back so we should leave now. I hope you didn't forget anything."
"Yeah there is some stuff under the floor boards over there," he pointed to where it was and Petunia collected the few item and packed them in his trunk, except for the wand which Harry hid in his big jeans pocket.
"All ready aunt Petunia." 'God I feel like hell.'
"Alright lets go." So the two made their way to the car, Harry a bit slower because of the injuries and trembling a bit from nausea.
The drive was calm and quiet, neither spoke but there was an air that made Harry comfortable and Petunia grateful. When they came to the pub Petunia helped her nephew with his trunk and gave him some money which he tried not to take but she insisted. Then with a quick kiss and smile Petunia left.
What was he supposed to do now? School didn't start for another three weeks and he had no where to go, but it was better then his uncles home. Sighing he went inside the pub and asked Tom for a room which he kindly gave him but not without inquiring Harry about his bruised face. Shrugging Harry said that he and his cousin got in a fight with a couple of Dudly's rivals and walked up stairs to his room. However as soon as he shut the door and dropped his trunk a wave of nausea hit him and he fled to bathroom only the vomit up a large amount of blood. "Shite," he then began to cough violently which brought pain from his whole body and a terrible agony from his ribs.
'At least no one will miss me.' was the last of his conscious thoughts as he curled into a fetal position and blacked out.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Lucious Malfoy was a smug and arrogant man, but he was also a Slytherin, which made him sly and intelligent. Very few things also surprised him but when something does he takes notice in it, and very rarely lets its go. So when Harry Potter the celebrity of the wizarding world walked into the Leaky Cauldron looking as though he had just gotten in a fight with a gorilla. So Lucious, being the sneaky man that he is watched from a dark corner of the pub as Harry Potter paid for a room and walked up stairs.
'What was that Potter? Room number 17? I might just have to make a visit.'
Lucious waited until he would be inconspicuous enough to walk up the stairs to follow Potter. So when a brawl started between two wizards and the bartender was busy trying to break it up Lucious stealthily made his way to the room.
Number 17. The door wasn't locked and Lucious was a bit confused on why the wizarding world's greatest hope wouldn't lock his door. 'No matter,' and with the turn of a knob and a push Malfoy was standing inside the room. The room had a bed with a maroon comforter and pillows. In fact the whole room including the couch was decorated in the color, but potter was not in this room.
Walking fully into the room Lucious immediately smelled blood and was running towards the origin of the smell. When he came to the bathroom his eyes widened as he took in the scene around him. Potter was curled up in a fetal position on the ground and covered in his own blood that was on the toilet and the floor.
Bending down he took the pale boys' wrist and found a weak pulse. Grabbing a small bottle from inside his robes he forced it down the boys' throat and then place it back inside his robe. No Deatheater is without a healing potion or two.
Malfoy then gently picked up Potter and placed him on the bed then sat down in the big maroon chair by the fireplace and pinched the bridge of his nose. If the Potter boy died his master would not be please and Malfoy would be the first one to receive punishment, or death. "Bloody HELL!" He cursed then began his watch over the unconscious Potter.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
What do you think so far?
I know Lucious is acting funny, but trust me.he's still a bastard.
Thanks to
Lunarotimas: Yes I did write! Thanks for pushing me.
Yueh Kitsune: Hehe, there will be more, I'll make sure of that! Thankies! ^_^
O.o: My first reviewer, this chapter was dedicated to you! Thank you for making me believe in this fic.
Until next time: Harry wakes up, what the hell is Lucious doing here!!!!!!!
I know I haven't updated forever but schools been a bitch.
Enjoy the CHAPPIE
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Harry Potter woke up to a soft knock on his door.
"Harry? Are you awake? I'm coming in," slowly the door opened and Harry's aunt Petunia came in, looking a bit nervous. Over the summer Lily's sister had begun to feel sorry for the poor boy, who was the only connection to her sister she had left.
"Sorry, I'll be up in a minute to cook breakfast aunt Petunia." As Harry tried to sit up his aunt rushed over to him and pushed him softly back down so as not to injure him further.
"Don't worry about it dear you just rest for a moment." She smiled down at him then began collecting his things. From out in the hallway she pulled in his Hogwarts trunk and began setting the items in it. Harry sat confused, what was his aunt doing? Was she going to throw him out?
"Aunt Petunia what are you doing?" Sitting on the bed the horse-like woman sighed, but held a mysterious twinkle in her eyes, almost like Dumbledoors.
"Harry, I'm so sorry about how you've been treated, it wasn't fair, especially after all that you've been through. I wish I could make it up to you, but all I can do now is save you from Vernon's sick mind. So I'll take you to Diagon ally, it's the best I can do for what I've done." Although her eyes were glazed over, she held on to the confident smile that made Harry a it more comfortable despite the odd situation.
"Thanks aunt Petunia." Although Harry was grateful for his aunts' kindness, he still felt the deepening depression of his life catch up to him, one persons kindness wasn't going to make him feel better. As he sat contemplating Petunia came back in with a damp wash cloth and begun wiping away the blood on Harry's face.
"I bought you a decent pair of pants and a shirt, I didn't know your size but these looked about right, why don't you try them on." She set the pair of baggy blue jeans and the dark green collard shirt on the bed.
"You didn't have to you know, I really don't deserve your kindness." She looked apathetically at Harry.
"Don't ever say that Harry. Besides you can't go out in public in Dudly's over-sized clothes, especially with blood on them, now why don't you try them on or do you need help?"
The black-haired boy pushed himself slowly to his feet, closing his eyes to mask out the pain of his most likely broken ribs and numerous bruises and cuts that covered his body. Petunia held his uninjured arm to steady him. As she began to help peel off the blood stained shirt she couldn't help but berate her-self for doing this to her only sisters child, Lily would indeed kill her.
When they successfully got Harry dressed in his new outfit he looked rather good despite his injured and undernourished state, which the clothes hid well. Finally he pulled on his worn sneakers and looked back to his aunt.
"Good, are you ready then? Veron and Dudly are out of the house but I don't know when they will be back so we should leave now. I hope you didn't forget anything."
"Yeah there is some stuff under the floor boards over there," he pointed to where it was and Petunia collected the few item and packed them in his trunk, except for the wand which Harry hid in his big jeans pocket.
"All ready aunt Petunia." 'God I feel like hell.'
"Alright lets go." So the two made their way to the car, Harry a bit slower because of the injuries and trembling a bit from nausea.
The drive was calm and quiet, neither spoke but there was an air that made Harry comfortable and Petunia grateful. When they came to the pub Petunia helped her nephew with his trunk and gave him some money which he tried not to take but she insisted. Then with a quick kiss and smile Petunia left.
What was he supposed to do now? School didn't start for another three weeks and he had no where to go, but it was better then his uncles home. Sighing he went inside the pub and asked Tom for a room which he kindly gave him but not without inquiring Harry about his bruised face. Shrugging Harry said that he and his cousin got in a fight with a couple of Dudly's rivals and walked up stairs to his room. However as soon as he shut the door and dropped his trunk a wave of nausea hit him and he fled to bathroom only the vomit up a large amount of blood. "Shite," he then began to cough violently which brought pain from his whole body and a terrible agony from his ribs.
'At least no one will miss me.' was the last of his conscious thoughts as he curled into a fetal position and blacked out.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Lucious Malfoy was a smug and arrogant man, but he was also a Slytherin, which made him sly and intelligent. Very few things also surprised him but when something does he takes notice in it, and very rarely lets its go. So when Harry Potter the celebrity of the wizarding world walked into the Leaky Cauldron looking as though he had just gotten in a fight with a gorilla. So Lucious, being the sneaky man that he is watched from a dark corner of the pub as Harry Potter paid for a room and walked up stairs.
'What was that Potter? Room number 17? I might just have to make a visit.'
Lucious waited until he would be inconspicuous enough to walk up the stairs to follow Potter. So when a brawl started between two wizards and the bartender was busy trying to break it up Lucious stealthily made his way to the room.
Number 17. The door wasn't locked and Lucious was a bit confused on why the wizarding world's greatest hope wouldn't lock his door. 'No matter,' and with the turn of a knob and a push Malfoy was standing inside the room. The room had a bed with a maroon comforter and pillows. In fact the whole room including the couch was decorated in the color, but potter was not in this room.
Walking fully into the room Lucious immediately smelled blood and was running towards the origin of the smell. When he came to the bathroom his eyes widened as he took in the scene around him. Potter was curled up in a fetal position on the ground and covered in his own blood that was on the toilet and the floor.
Bending down he took the pale boys' wrist and found a weak pulse. Grabbing a small bottle from inside his robes he forced it down the boys' throat and then place it back inside his robe. No Deatheater is without a healing potion or two.
Malfoy then gently picked up Potter and placed him on the bed then sat down in the big maroon chair by the fireplace and pinched the bridge of his nose. If the Potter boy died his master would not be please and Malfoy would be the first one to receive punishment, or death. "Bloody HELL!" He cursed then began his watch over the unconscious Potter.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
What do you think so far?
I know Lucious is acting funny, but trust me.he's still a bastard.
Thanks to
Lunarotimas: Yes I did write! Thanks for pushing me.
Yueh Kitsune: Hehe, there will be more, I'll make sure of that! Thankies! ^_^
O.o: My first reviewer, this chapter was dedicated to you! Thank you for making me believe in this fic.
Until next time: Harry wakes up, what the hell is Lucious doing here!!!!!!!