WARNINGS: SLASH! There might be intense swearing and I will get deeply into Harry's past, which includes heavy abuse. But in this chapter it will m ost likely not get descriptive. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
DISCLAIMER: I wish so badly that Harry and Draco belonged to me...who doesn't? But, sadly, Harry and Co. belongs to the fabulous JK Rowling. (Who, by the way, better hurry her ass up with the new book, which I know will be absolutely wonderful.)
A/N: Ok, this is a normal sized chapter, and my warnings up there are to be taken seriously. Most of this will not be dialogue, so it might be a little shorter than my normal chapter, which is usually mostly dialogue I am an evil bitch and enjoy to see Harry suffer, and be put back together again by Draco. Then later have the same thing happen again. Like I said, evil bitch. O, what the hell. I don't feel like waiting for my beta to get this done, so I'm posting as it is since I left you off at such a mean cliffy.Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 12: The shocking Truth
Harry walked swiftly in his room, half still in his daze. He had messed up. He had screwed up and now he was in for it. The shit was deep and he was in the middle of it. When he came to his room he ran in, slammed the door, and locked it, shedding his shirt swiftly.
His breathing quickened as he came out of his daze and finally realized what he said to Draco, what he had done to Draco. Running to the bathroom he shed his pants and boxers, almost falling in the process.
Turning on the water as hot as he could and jumped in, slamming up against the tile wall, slipping on the marble floor. The hot water poured over him, burning his skin, turning it red. Still the dirty feeling didn't come off so he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered his hands.
Soon his whole body was covered in white suds, tingling his hurting skin. After long minutes of frantic scrubbing he got out of the shower, drying off his now aching skin. Slowly, head aching with the knowledge of the secret he had let out moments ago, he made his way out to his room. Looking through the now organized Armour he pulled out a pair of pants and pulled them on, going commando because they were tight black boot cut jeans.
Harry stood in front of his full body mirror and once again traced the many scars on his chest and stomach. Slowly he turned and looked at his back, where there were slash marks, made by a belt. He usually kept his scars covered by a simple glamour spell.
And finally his eyes settled on the still raw wound his uncle inflicted on him the night he left, the night he was raped by both his uncle and cousin. On the small of his back lay a deep, deep cut, made by a penknife, which read in ugly red:
F R E A K
Suddenly the door opened and Severus and Draco ran in, Draco in a new pair of pants. When they saw Harry's front Draco gasped, and Severus felt bile rise in his throat. Why hadn't he seen the scars before? Then their eyes turned to the mirror, and when they saw the wound Draco let out a whimper, and Severus's eyes turned dark with anger.
"Harry?" Draco choked out, not able to take his eyes off the letters.
"Don't," Harry looked away, shame written all over his face.
"Harry," Severus began, walking towards Harry, who immediately backed up, and Sev realized that this was not the way to go about. He backed up, taking Draco with him, and sat down on the bed.
They all sat there in the silence until Harry seemed a little more relaxed, and Sev spoke up again.
"Harry, what happened?"
Harry did not answer at first, and chose to stand there, shifting from one foot to another, staring at the floor. How was he supposed explain this? Realizing there was no way out of this, he took a deep breath and sat down on the chair at his desk, taking out a pad and pen, jotting various things down, and hoping for a good song by the end of this.
"My uncle..." Harry began, writing down:
You say I'm just a menis
"He didn't like me at all. He's always hated me, for no reason. I've never done anything to him."
That I just make a mess
"But he's always hated me. He never loved me, not once. Neither has Aunt Petunia or Dudley. I thought, even as I got older, that maybe one year they would remember my birthday, or give me a Christmas peasant that was worth a little more than 25 cents. But they never did, not once in my 17 years of living."
You say you can't deal with me
"You have no idea how many times they wanted to throw me out of there. And how many times they almost got away with it. When I was little, before I went to school, I thought my name was 'freak'. They never used my given name." Harry looked up at Draco, "That's why it always bothered me when you called me 'Potter'."
But how could this possibly be when...
"When I was 5 years old I got my first slap. Just a slap, nothing more."
You hurt me everyday
"Then it got worse. Everyday it would be more and more slaps to the face."
You know just the way
"Soon, when I was 7, I got my first backhand."
To break me
"Backhands hurt, I can tell you that right now."
You know what to say
"They have always verbally abused me. Everyday calling me a freak and that I was worthless."
To bring me down and bury me
"The bad thing is that I believed them...maybe I still do. This year, just before I ran away, Vernon carved that into my back."
Keep me there for all eternity
"I broke bones every summer."
My weakness is you
"Everyone thinks I'm scared of Voldemort...but I'm not."
You and no others
"And when I say his name they think I'm just being brave."
Your fist...
"But I'm not lying when I say it's not him I'm afraid of."
Your voice
"Do you believe me?"
It's haunting me
"Maybe you do...maybe you don't. Right now I'm going to tell you who I'm afraid of."
It's a pistol ricocheting off the wall
"The first time Vernon raped me, he became the only thing out there I was afraid of."
Then the silence...bliss
TBC
A/N: ONG! I personally LOVE this chapter. I don't know why, but I do! The song I wrote, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me what you think! What did you think of the chapter? Now I'm back on the regular once a week update basis hopefully, since I got my life in order. PLEASE review! Suggestions would be VERY nice. It's like everyone is afraid to give suggestions, because I never do. I'm telling you to.
-Cherry
PS: SOME OF YOU THINK THAT MY STORY "A SECOND CHANCE" IS OVER...ITS NOT!!!!!!!!! THE LAST CHAPTER I WILL HAVE AS SOON AS MY BETA IS DONE, ALRIGHT?