Title: Opacre
Author: Shades
Rating: PG – 13 with maybe some R
Summary: Harry Potter had no friends until Hogwarts…or so he thought. Darkness engulfs Harry at age 5…but not evil. This is the past, and of a secret Harry held close without knowing it…SLASH
Disclaimers: Do I need to tell you that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters? I do? Well, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, a wonderful author. I only own Lest Opacre, his family, and anything related to him. The rest belong to her.
Author's Notes: This will be slash. Between two boys. Not the shagging kind, all sex but feeling. Harry will be 10 when feelings of that sort come around, but nothing before that. NO NO NO! No pedophile!! No shagging in this story! Clear? No flames against that, OK? Flames against plot maybe but none of pedophile because I don't endorse that, constructive criticism and reviews welcome.
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Chapter 9
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"You know," Harry said irritably to Lest one night, "if the Dursleys didn't starve me as it is, I would still be skinny."
"Why do you say that?" Lest asked amusedly.
"That pig that's supposedly my bloody cousin got all his bloody gang and chased me around the schoolyard for both snack and lunch!" The young boy raged at the amused vampire.
Lest frowned. 'Honestly, how is Qye related to these barbarians?' he wondered for a moment before continuing to listen to the fuming child.
"I had to run all around, tripping over these flaming rags called clothes," Harry scowled at the long gray shirt and sweats that were previously his cousins.
"It could be worse," Lest lazily said.
"How?" growled the scowling boy, not looking up from glaring at his hand-me-downs.
"You could be wearing the revolting brown with orange shoulder puffs sweater that your aunt tried to strangle with you a couple of days ago," the vampire boy replied in an innocent voice.
The black-haired child shuddered and turned his glare at the snickering vampire. "That isn't funny, Lest," Harry snarled and threw a half-hearted punch at the other boy. "That thing was pathetic, I almost feel sorry for Dudley for wearing it. You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw that the dryer shrunk it."
Lest laughed, yet kept it quiet enough to not wake the sleeping family upstairs. "I told you it could be worse," he laughed before controlling himself. "So, continue with your tale of woe Qye."
Harry sighed and fell back on his pallet, absently playing with the pendent that Lest had given him. "They chased me for a long time; none of my idiot classmates spared any sympathy. I ran around the dumpsters, trying to find some way of losing those gits." The boy paused. "The oddest thing happened when they were chasing me behind the trashcans."
"Oh?" Lest said curiously.
"Yeah…" Harry said slowly. "They were way behind me, being as fat and large as they are, so I figured that I would jump behind the trashcans and hide until they left. But when I jumped…"
"Yes?"
"I landed on the roof."
"…the roof?" Lest repeated slowly, blinking owlishly.
"The roof," Harry answered. "I don't know how THAT happened, I guess the wind must have carried me up there."
"The wind carried you from the ground to the ROOF?!?" Lest said incredulously. "Tell me, did that jump scramble a few cells in your membrane?"
"Well," the small boy replied defensively, "what other reason could there be?"
Lest sighed and rubbed his temples. 'How could Qye get up there? Last I checked, humans can't fly or jump extremely high or transport themselves from…place…to' He narrowed his eyes suddenly and frowned darkly, looking at the young boy. 'Could it be…is it possible…no, Qye can't be one of them. He hasn't shown any ability that he is…except for his intelligence…but…no.'
"Lest," Harry said suddenly, looking decidedly uneasy, "why are you looking at me like that?"
The vampire blinked, the frown fading from his face. "Like what?"
"Like I'm a poisonous piece of slime that annoys you."
He smirked. "Qye, you're only one of those things. Last I checked, you were human, not slime. And though you have quite a tongue" – Lest looked pointedly at Harry, making the smaller boy flush – "you're not poisonous. So guess what that makes you?"
"I know you are but what am I?" Harry retorted, emerald eyes flashing. The boy blushed a moment after he said that and lowered his eyes embarrassedly.
Lest laughed and stood up. "You might be smarter than those fools running the Americas but you're still a child." He quickly ducked out of the cupboard before Harry could fling a spider at him, and left him, snickering.
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Lest opened the familiar wood door of the cupboard, three days later after his previous encounter with Harry, and stopped in his tracks as a fresh scent of blood entered his nose.
'Oh no, not this again…' Lest snarled mentally. The vampire boy closed the door behind him quickly and leant closer, lightly touching the small wrapped bundle that was Harry.
"Qye?"
"Go away Lest," the child – he is a child, Lest remembered – and curled up further into a ball, tucking the small blankets even closer.
Lest frowned. The smell of blood covered up every other scent in the room and it made his nose twitch. "Bloody hell I am, stop cowering and straighten up, will you?" he growled and poked the bundle again.
Harry whirled around his cot and looked up furiously, green eyes bright in his bruised face. "I said go away you annoying damn demon of hell," the young boy snarled, sitting up and letting the blankets fall down from him. "It hurts enough and I don't need some blood sucking monster drooling over my blood and hitting me."
Lest stared. Harry – 'God, he's a child, how can they do this to a child?' – was covered in black, blue, and purple bruises from head to toe. A huge rough black bruise lay heavily on his cheek and some blood had dried at his temple. The messy black hair, so common, was lank and matted with dried blood. Bright emerald green eyes were bloodshot and dull with pain. But the thing that got him most was the small white shirt…drenched in blood. The vampire noticed how the younger boy winced as he sat up and his sense of smell told his that the scent of blood was strong behind the boy.
He slowly raised a hand and gently touched the black bruise that covered Harry's left eye. The boy flinched and drew back, breathing in sharply and trembling with obvious pain. Lest's eyes flashed.
"Why the hell do you keep letting them do this to you?" Even to his own ears, his voice sounded cold and harsh. He dimly wondered what the other boy thought of it.
If Harry was afraid, he did a good job of hiding it. The only reaction that Lest saw was the flicker in his weary green eyes, so brief he couldn't decipher it, before it was swallowed by cold fury.
"Why do you keep saying it like that?" Harry hissed, straightening up and balling up his hands. "You keep saying it like I let them do these things to me! You think I like getting beat? Like getting hit and bruised and laughed at? Don't you think I've tried to stop them? Tried to stop from getting hurt? Don't you?!" Harry snarled.
Lest felt a pang of…something…but irritably brushed it aside. His fury at Harry – a child! – getting hurt overwhelmed logic his mind. "Well, you're obviously not trying hard enough!" Lest snapped. "I've known you for almost past a year now and you still get hurt! If you were smart – something I used to think you were, but now I'm not so sure – you would have told someone and had this…this…injustice finished!"
"You honestly think I haven't tried that already?" Harry sneered. "You think I've been trying to stop them all by myself. Give me some credit, you git, I've tried but I think you're the idiot here. Do you honestly think anyone will believe a kid? They would laugh, thinking I've been making up a lie or scowl and tell the Dursleys to discipline me more for telling such wicked tales. You put too much faith in people Lest."
"And you put too little!" Lest snarled back. He knew his fury was making him unreasonable and his temper would soon explode fully but he didn't care. "So what? You try a couple of people, get a few failures, and quit trying? Who's the idiot now? Don't judge people based on a couple of dim-witted morons, I keep telling you that but you don't seem to be listening!"
The green-eyed boy's eyes flashed angrily and he picked up one of his cousin's toys and threw it at Lest. "Get out!" Harry shouted.
"I will!" Lest stood up angrily, flung the door open and stalked out angrily, banging the door behind him loudly.
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AN: Sorry it's so short, nothing much happens in this chapter but the chapters will be getting longer. *sighs and let's self be hit by objects* Keep writing, there are still more chapters ahead before I answer reviews and try to defend myself.