Chapter 6: Memory Imprints Never End "What?" asked the Gryffindor in an almost state of panic.

"Harry what in the hell happen to your back," asked Draco again as he looked into Harry's eyes and saw it.

It was the fear that Harry had shown before earlier today.

"I don't know what you are talking about Draco," Harry said with his voice a little shaky.

"Don't play dumb with me Potter, I can see the marks on your back as clear as day," The blonde replied.

"There is nothing on my back," the raven-hair boy stated.

"Harry," Draco said in a soft voice, "something happened and you know, now what happened? Please tell me."

Harry shook his head franticly.

'I not going to tell him,' Harry thought, 'I can't tell him if he knew he would just laugh or worse use it against me.'

Harry didn't notice that Draco was looking at his back, but when Draco touch it he did notice, and yelped in pain.

"I'm sorry," Draco said quietly. "Please Harry.."

"Dray please, I can't tell you. I might someday, but not right now," Harry said almost pleading.

"But Harry you look scared when I saw it, and this is the second time I saw fear in your eyes. Please Harry, please tell me," Dray said.

Harry jumped up and ran out of the room with tears in his eyes.

Draco sighed and decided to go after him.

"Harry wait up please," the blonde yelled running after him.

Harry only ran faster as he heard Draco call for him and ran outside the house. He had no idea where he was going but wanted to get away from Draco, at least for now.

Harry turned right into the woods and came to a small pond in the middle of the woods. Harry found a large, flat rock to by the pond, sat down on it, pulled his knees to his chest and started crying.

"Why, oh why, did he have to do that to me," Harry screamed to no one. "And on my birthday, none of the less."

Harry cried as he contemplated and complained what happened that day, the day when his purity and innocence was gone.

~Flashback~

It was 8 pm on July 31, at the Dursleys' house, and Harry's birthday was almost over. He had just put all his presents from the Weasleys, Hermione and Hagrid under the loose floorboard in he room, or rather Dudley's old second bedroom. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were visiting Aunt Marge for three weeks, so Harry was left alone with Uncle Vernon.

Harry sent Hedwig off with a letter to give to his godfather and was usually left locked in his room, while Uncle Vernon when to his business parties, but this night was different.

Harry was lying on his bed when he heard the front door slammed downstairs. Harry immediately sat up and prayed that Uncle Vernon went straight to bed, but his efforts were futile.

The raven-hair boy heard the locks of his front come undone and saw the door open slowly. Harry's eyes opened widely as he saw what was in Vernon's right hand. Vernon was holding a black leather bullwhip.

Vernon then pointed to Harry and said, "come here boy, I have a birthday present for you."

Harry did not like the look of this.

'This is bad, very bad,' Harry thought.

He got off his bed very slowly and saw that Uncle Vernon was watching his every move.

Harry could tell by his blood shot eyes and his breathe, that Vernon was fifty sheets to the wind. He walked over to stand in front of his uncle. Harry looked up at him, because he was a good head taller then him and with more weight, but Harry was faster.

"Take your shirt off now boy," Vernon commanded him.

Harry reluctantly took it off.

"Now turn around," his uncle sneered, and Harry did as he was told.

Vernon pulled back the whip and slammed it into Harry's back, and it stung terribly. He fell to his knees and waited for the next blow.

Hit after hit, whip after whip Harry just stood there and waited for when it would soon be over. Soon the whipping stopped and Harry almost sighed in relief until he heard his uncle's next command.

"Take off your pants now," Vernon said to him.

Harry turned and looked at him and shock, which earned Harry a hand to his cheek.

"I said take off your pants, and your boxers too," Vernon said again.

Harry slowly undid his pants and soon took them off along with his boxers.

Vernon smiled evilly and then commanded, "Lay on the bed on your stomach."

Harry turned around looking very scared and said, "Please Uncle Vernon, no. Please don't do that."

Vernon backhanded him and then pushed him on the bed. He then tied Harry's hands, with the whip, to the bed. Harry tried to wiggle out of his uncle's grasp but was unsuccessful because Vernon had him pinned down tight.

Then he got up and Harry heard him unzip his pants and felt his cold- hearted uncle press his body up against him.

"Mmm.nice, very nice," he heard his uncle say as he felt his uncle up and down his back and legs.

The Gryffindor then felt his uncle's hands grab him by the waist and slammed himself into Harry.

Harry felt himself cry out in pain as he felt Vernon thrust harder and grunt at the pain that he was giving his nephew. Through the whole ordeal, Harry screamed out for him to stop, but it only made his Uncle take him harder. Soon Vernon released his seed into Harry giving one last grunt before pulling himself out of Harry.

He then got up and untied Harry's hands, who was at the time crying and choking on his tears. There was blood all over the sheets and the Gryffindor then curled up into a little ball.

Vernon then put on his clothes and then said, "Clean up this mess before Petunia gets home tomorrow, and tell no one about this, especially your freak friends or else you will get more."

Vernon then exited the room but not without saying, "Oh, by the way, happy birthday."

~End of Flashback~

"And he even had the nerve to say happy birthday after what he did to me."

Harry cried his heart out and buried his head in his chest, and then heard some one call his name.

"Harry?" the voice, said.

The raven-hair boy looked up and saw Draco at the entrance of where he came in.

"Harry, I heard everything," Draco said slowly approaching him.

"Come to torment me some more?" snorted Harry who wasn't in the mood for his games.

Instead of responding, the Slytherin just went over to him and wrapped his arms around him. Harry didn't even try to pull away but instead, found him self-crying on the blonde boy.

No words were said during those few moments, because no words could be said. Draco just cradled the broken Gryffindor in his arms and wrapped his robe, which he was thankful for taking, before he left the house, around him to keep him from getting a cold, since the Gryffindor had no shirt on.

When Harry was a bit calmer Draco whispered to him, "Come on, let's go home." Harry only nodded and tried to get up but stumbled back on to the rock.

The day was breaking as the blonde Slytherin then got up and picked up Harry into his arms. Harry said nothing and allowed himself to be carried back inside the house by Draco.

His once archenemy had now because the one person he need to depend on, in only a few minutes, while he was here, and maybe for the rest of his life as well.
centerAFTER THE SMOKE CLEARS centerAND THE FLAMES SUBSIDE center (WE HAVE BEEN FORSAKEN...)

centerA THOUSAND EYES WERE UPON ME centerSOULLESS, AND WITHOUT MIND center (WE HAVE BEEN FORSAKEN...)

centerWILL THERE NEVER BE AN END?

centerIF I COULD BE FORGIVEN centerEVERY BREATH WOULD BE A PRAYER center (WE ARE NOT FORGIVEN...)

centerWILL THERE NEVER BE AN END?

centerI HAVE TREAD, AND SPANNED THE HORIZON centerI'VE SEEN THIS WORLD, THE BEAUTY IN DECAY centerI STRIKE DOWN THE FACELESS AND UNKNOWN centerI FEEL BLESSED, FOR I CAN SEE centerTHE STARS LOOK DOWN ON ME...

centerWILL THERE NEVER BE AN END?

centerAS THE STARS LOOK DOWN ON ME...

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