AN: It's my birthday! Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me… Okay I'll stop now.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I only own the plot of this fanfic.
WARNING: This is SLASH. If you do not like slash or don't know what it is then
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Chapter 3: Malfoy Manor
"Come on you can do better than!"
Laughter echoing off the cavernous room
A flash of blinding light
A triumphant scream
The veil billowing slowly as a figure falls through the arch as if in slow motion
"SIRRIIUUSSSSS!"
"NOOOOO!" Harry screamed as he awoke from his most frequent nightmare.
His whole body was trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of the dream. Harry closed his eyes tightly as he tried to keep his unwanted tears from falling. He clenched his fists in the silk sheets and suppressed a sob, so as not to wake his relatives, as he tilted his head up towards his ceiling…
'Wait a minute…' Harry thought as he looked back down at the bed, 'silk sheets? But my bed doesn't have silk sheets.'
Harry examined his surroundings and determined that he was indeed lying on a bed with silk sheets. A huge, comfortable, and extremely expensive looking bed at that.
'Where the hell am I?'
FLASHBACK
It was nighttime at #4 Privet Drive and the Dursleys had just finished devouring their dinner. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were watching the news, while Aunt Petunia was knitting Dudley a new pair of mittens so that he would have some by Christmas. Harry was, of course, stuck cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes. But at least he could see the TV from his position at the sink. He was rarely allowed to watch the television, Uncle Vernon considered it too good for a freak like him to watch.
As the section on weather was finished, a newscaster with short brown hair and a moustache appeared wearing a grim but triumphant expression on his face.
"Today a notorious escaped criminal was reported to be found dead."
This caught the attention of Uncle Vernon as he looked up from the snack he had just pilfered from the refrigerator.
"Sirius Black, who escaped a highly guarded prison three years earlier, was found dead by Cornelius Fudge, a government official."
The clatter of a dish falling to the floor and breaking filled the Dursley's kitchen as Harry gasped and stared at the TV in shock.
'Sirius…'
"BOY! You better have not broken a plate!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed, eyes still glued to the TV.
Harry ignored him as he tried to prevent the images of Sirius falling through the veil from playing in front of his eyes. But it was no use as he listened to what was being said by the news reporter.
"Black had apparently broken into a government building a few months ago and was finally caught. He was being held there as officials decided what to do with him. When they decided to take Black back to the prison, he escaped once again but was shot and wounded by the crossfire that ensued. Black was then found today in the office of Fudge after having bled to death. Fudge reported this immediately and…"
Harry shut his eyes and refused to listen to any more. He knew Sirius' death had to be explained to the muggles somehow, but why did Fudge have to make to sound like Sirius was committing another crime instead of risking his own life to save Harry's.
"HA!" Uncle Vernon laughed as he listened with glee to the report. "Stupid convict finally got what he deserved!"
Harry, who was rapidly blinking back tears turned to face his Uncle.
"What…?"
Uncle Vernon tilted his head back and his body shook with the booming laughter escaping his mouth. When he had managed to calm down he smirked at Harry and said between gasps. "Your godfather" gasp, "the stupid, dirty convict" gasp, "is DEAD!"
He then started in another bout of laughter, his face turning bright red from lack of oxygen and almost falling off his chair.
"Shut UP!" Harry screamed, throwing down the dish towel in his hand, as he stared at his Uncle.
The lights started to flicker on and off and the whole kitchen was soon shaking as Harry clenched his fists and glared at his Uncle in anger.
Aunt Petunia and Dudley, who were watching the scene unfold before them, screamed as their kitchen started to fall apart.
Uncle Vernon stopped laughing abruptly and his angry gaze fell upon his nephew as he stood up.
"What did you just say boy…" Uncle Vernon questioned in a low menacing growl.
"I said SHUT UP!" Harry screamed, his voice cracking from the amount of raw emotion boiling inside him. "Your wrong! You can't say that, you don't know anything! YOUR WRONG!"
The punch came so quickly that Harry didn't even notice it until he was slammed against the wall with the force of the blow. He slid down the wall and rubbed his head as his Uncle stood towering over him.
"How DARE you, you insignificant FREAK!" Uncle Vernon roared, picking Harry up off the floor by his shirt and slamming his back against the wall. "How dare you scream at ME!"
"I'll scream if I want to!" Harry shouted back as he lashed out at his uncle, trying to get free.
"Oh really…?" Uncle Vernon growled, "is that what you think?" He wrapped his hand around Harry's throat and squeezed while his other hand kept Harry positioned against the wall.
The chaos surrounding the Dursley's kitchen increased along with Harry's anger. The cupboards burst open and dishes crashed to the floor as the kitchen continued to shake violently.
There was a loud crashing sound and suddenly all motion in the room stopped.
Uncle Vernon turned to the source of the sound and screamed at the sight he saw.
The television had fallen off its table and was lying in a pile of broken glass on the floor.
"BOY!"
Harry knew he was in trouble now. If Uncle Vernon was angry before, it was nothing compared to the fury pouring off him now. His face had turned from bright red to a violent shade of purple and his whole frame was shaking. His eyes had narrowed into tiny slits on his large purple face and his fists were clenched so tightly that blood could be seen seeping onto the floor.
"You're going to pay for that…"
With his threat in place, Uncle Vernon lunged at Harry with speed that came out of nowhere.
Harry ducked his Uncle's hands and ran towards the door to the kitchen, intent on getting to his room and away from his uncle.
But he wasn't fast enough.
As Harry opened the door and burst into the hallway, he was once against slammed against the wall with the force if a Hippogriff.
His Uncle then proceeded to beat Harry with everything he had. Harry was punched, kicked and slammed against the wall so many times that his body was shaking with the effort of staying conscious.
When Uncle Vernon was finally finished 'punishing' Harry, he stood up and glared down at Harry panting.
"Now…" he growled slowly, "you will go into the kitchen, clean up the mess you made, and you will not, I repeat NOT, say one word about your pathetic godfather."
The anger in Harry returned full force at the mention of Sirius, and Harry stood up glaring at his uncle.
"No." Harry said as he looked his fuming uncle in the eyes.
"What did you just say you little piece of shit!"
"I said 'No'", Harry repeated slowly.
"You will do as I say you stupid brat!" Uncle Vernon lunged forward again, preparing to grab Harry with his arms outstretched and his fingers curled. But this time Harry was ready.
When Uncle Vernon was a foot in front of Harry, he ducked down, narrowly missing the thick sausage fingers grabbing at his throat, and stuck out his leg.
Uncle Vernon fell forward as Harry's leg connected with his shin, and landed on the floor causing the whole house to shake.
Harry sprang to his feet and ran for the door when a hand wrapped around his leg. Harry turned around and glared down at his uncle. "Let me GO!" Harry screamed, struggling to pull his leg free.
"How listen here you FREAK!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from his position on the floor. "You live in MY house. So you will obey MY rules! IS THAT CLEAR! You belong to ME!"
Harry pulled as hard as he could and he managed to get his leg free, just as his uncle was starting to get up. He ran to the door, opened it, and turned around to face his pathetic 'family' gathered in the hallway.
"Well FUCK YOU!" he shouted as he stepped outside and slammed the door closed. " I'm leaving!"
END FLASHBACK
"Oh…"
Harry closed his eyes as he remembered what had happened on his last day at Privet Drive and the horrible events that followed.
'Well at least wherever I am it's not with the Dursleys' Harry thought gratefully as he leaned back against the headboard.
"Owww!" He exclaimed as a sharp pain shot through his head. He opened his eyes and placed a hand on the side of his head and felt something leaking through a piece of cloth wrapped around his head. When he pulled his hand away, there was a dark red substance covering his fingers.
'Blood.' Harry thought as he examined the liquid. 'But I don't remember hitting my head.'
Harry quickly wiped the blood on his already filthy shirt and glanced up at his surroundings. But everything more than twp feet in front of him was an indistinguishable blur. It took Harry all of three seconds to realize that he wasn't wearing his glasses.
He looked around the bed for his glasses and found them on a table sitting in the left side of him.
Harry put on his glasses and everything came into focus. The room he was in was definitely not the small, plain room he had back at the Dursley's.
The bed he was laying on was the largest bed he had ever seen, and the room itself looked like it could swallow the Dursley's house whole.
"Whoa," Harry said aloud as he took in the sight of the beautiful room. It was decorated somewhat like the common rooms at Hogwarts only much, much more expensive looking.
On the right side of the room was a large window that went from the floor to the ceiling and was covered with deep red curtains. A small amount of light was leaking through the curtains and was spilling onto the bed.
On the left wall was a stone fireplace with a fire burning merrily in the hearth, and comfortable looking furniture surrounding it.
There was a magnificent rug that covered the majority of the floor, and had intricate designs of dragons and other magical creatures stitched in gold. The floor that wasn't being covered by the red carpet, was a rich brown in colour. It was made of the shiniest looking wood that Harry had ever seen.
Stationed around the room were various paintings of witches and wizards in gold frames and many dressers and tables that were covered with objects that were obviously magical. And on the wall directly opposite the bed was the largest door in the room, which Harry assumed led out into the hallway.
All in all, Harry had never been anywhere that was more brilliantly decorated than the room he was currently occupying.
A knock on the door brought Harry out of his state of shock and he looked towards the large door across from him.
'Crap.' Harry thought frantically. 'I have no clue where I am and now someone has come to check on me.'
But before Harry could decide what to do, the large door slowly creaked open and a figure stepped into the room.
"MALFOY!"
AN: Thanx to all who reviewed! Ur AWSOME!
Master-of-Wind- Yah your probably right but it will be explained in the next chapter.
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dmweasley- sorry, I'm trying, but I think this chapter is slightly longer.