Chapter 1
The New Era
Life, sucks. Or maybe it's just my life. Who knows? Who cares? Harry Potter thought to himself as he lifted himself off the floor that he was thrown on after his Uncle finished having his way with him. Life was usually different for Harry, but when he got home that summer, his "family" had heard about Sirius's death. So Aunt Petunia was even more spiteful then before, Dudley beat him up even more, and Uncle Vernon… well let's just say he found other ways to torture Harry. He had come up with a new "game". It included tying Harry up, and raping him till he lost consciousness. He even let Dudley play, and soon Harry was the new "Toy".
At first it hurt him. Made him want to cry and scream and ask "Why?". But as the weeks went on the nights became more painful, he locked up every feeling he ever had. Made sure that he wouldn't give his Uncle the satisfaction of seeing him hurt, or cry. Harry had started to become hateful. He hated everything and everyone. Including his "family". He started to call them Muggles, and he wished he could hurt them, make them bleed, have them begging at his feet. He knew understood why Voldemort hated them. He hated them too. They did nothing but hurt him, torture him, violate him and neglect him. He had no emotional ties with them and he wished they dropped dead.
That night, his Uncle had been extra rough, because Harry was going to start his 6th year term that next day. So Vernon, decided that he would have "fun" and make it last. Harry wanted to kill him when his Uncle told him to suck him off. Harry healed his wounds, he had noticed he was a Healer during the first week of summer. He could do wandless magic also, and the Ministry of Magic would never know.
Harry raised his hand to his bed and transfigured it to a king sized bed with comforters. He did it every night after his torture was over. He had already packed his stuff, and Hedwig was in her cage, watching her master trying to see if he was alright. Harry smoothed her feathers and transfigured one of his Uncle's shoes to a bowl of treats for the snowy owl. He put it in her cage and went to sleep, setting an alarm to get him up at 6.
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Harry got out of Vernon's car and got his stuff. He walked away without a backward glance and continued on his way till he got the Platform 9 ¾. He went through the barrier and was greeting with wizards and witches, boarding the train and talking to their friends, saying goodbye to their families.
Harry sneered at them all. He saw a flock of redheads and hurried on the train so he wouldn't have to deal with his friends. He walked through the train, looking for an empty compartment, he found one with only one person in it. It would have to do.
He sat down opposite of the boy and watched with hidden amusement as the blonde Slytherin turned to look at him.
"Why are you here Potter?" He asked without his trademark sneer.
"I'm here because I want to be. Is there a rule that says I can't sit here?" Harry asked with a smile. Draco shook his head and looked out the window.
"How come you aren't with your friends, Weasel and MudBlood?"
"Maybe because I don't want to be. Or it could be because I don't consider them friends." Harry responded.
Draco looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. "Why not?"
Harry smiled at him. Before their 5th year had ended, Draco and Harry had called a truce. A truce that resulted into a relationship. They weren't fully boyfriends, not publicly anyway, but the feelings were there.
"Because Dray, I don't want to be around them anymore, they didn't send me any kind of letter, not like I care. But still…"
Draco saw the flicker of sadness in Harry's eyes before the cold shield was replaced. "What happened over the summer?"
Harry looked over at him and looked out the window. "A few things. Nothing that I couldn't handle."
"But something that I wouldn't like." Draco said as he looked Harry over. "Harry, tell me. I want to know. You didn't answer any of my owls and I want to know why. I was angry when I saw you a few minutes ago, but something obviously happened and I want to know what it was."
Harry looked over at the blonde and sighed. "My Uncle and Cousin decided to have some fun with me when they found out that Sirius died." Harry replied, avoiding eye contact with the Slytherin.
Draco waved his hand at the door and Harry knew that he had put up silencing spells and locking charms on the door. "What did they do? Please tell me that they didn't…" Draco trailed off when he saw Harry nod his head. Red hot anger seeped up inside of him and he had the urge to kill something. Or better yet, someone.
"Yeah. But I'm fine. Really." Harry said but Draco knew he was lying. Harry would only allow himself to break down in front of Draco, and only Draco. He embraced his raven haired boyfriend and rocked him back and forth slowly, letting him know that he could cry if he wanted. And Harry did cry.
Usually Draco didn't show any feelings whatsoever, but when it came to Harry he let his feelings show. And the same went with Harry. Draco didn't understand why Harry liked Muggles, and MudBloods. He didn't understand why Harry followed Dumbledore, but he was sure that with what happened over the summer, Harry had changed. And that made Draco a little happy cause he didn't want to be on opposite sides of the battle with Harry. He didn't want to have to curse Harry and vice versa.
Harry stopped crying and let his head stay in the cook of Draco's neck. "You feeling a little better?" Draco asked. Harry nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Draco.
"Thanks. I really needed to do that. But Drake, I have something to talk to you about." Harry said moving slightly so he could look Draco in the face,
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just…do you think Voldemort would let me join him?"
Draco looked over at Harry and searched his eyes to make sure that he was certain of this. When he saw that Harry was certain, he nodded his head.
"Yes I'm pretty sure that he would like for you to do that. I'll owl Father after the Feast." Draco replied. Harry smiled and let his head lay on Draco's shoulder. The train started to move, as it just struck 11 o clock. The vibrations of the train made Draco smile as he thought of the things he would do to Harry. But because of the summer he knew that he would have to wait. Harry might not be ready for that kind of activity.
"Do you think I could be resorted?"
Draco, who was slowly dozing off, snapped awake and looked over at Harry. "Do you want to?"
"Hell yes! I was never meant to be a Gryffindor, I should have let the Sorting Hat place me in Slytherin like it wanted to." Harry replied.
Draco blinked. And then blinked again. "Really? Interesting fact, you could have told me that."
"Oops! Forgot. But Draco, do you know that this train is making me feel…" He kissed Draco's neck and softly sucked on it. "Horny?"
Draco fought off the moan that was sure to come out of his mouth. "Harry, don't you want to rest. I mean after what happened in the summer…." He was cut off by a passionate kiss.
"Screw what happened. They used me, yes, it hurt, yes, but you never hurt me. I want you to show me again how it feels when you care about the person. I know damn sure you want to." Harry said huskily, letting his fingers graze Draco's erection.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked in a moan. Harry nodded his head and bit softly on a spot just above Draco's collarbone, granting him a low groan from the blonde.
"Yes, lover. Take me." Harry whispered. And for the rest of the train ride, there wasn't a coherent sentence spoken again.
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A/N: Ok I now some people won't like this, but I am trying. I might abandon this story and I might not. Tell me what you guys thought of it, and review. Peace!