Eli-We don't own this, JK Rowling does (except our plot-ness)

Kippa- If we did, we'd write it much nastier and would be video taping it downstairs

Eli- It's suppose to be odd…and weird and random…AND SLASH-Y

Kippa- Yeah, she's nuts, but we couldn't be writing this if we weren't.

Eli- The ALL Mighty Mohnkey© has spoken…

Kippa- Don't sue us! Or you won't get cookies when you leave comments!

Eli- MY COOKIES….alright….I guess I can share…anyways…onto the story-ness

Wake Me Up on My Deathbed

June 27, 1996 1:27 A.M

"Father, don't…please.. don't," I cried.

"Crucio," Father said, his voice dripping with malice. The intensity of a thousand white-hot knifes went through my body; my head feeling like it would implode. I screamed for him to stop, the pain nearly unbearable. Father just shook his head, repeating the curse over and over, the words becoming more hateful, viler. He wasn't stopping. "You're nothing to this family, you bloody cock-sucker." His words stung, but not as much as the feeling of the curse running through my system.

"F..a..Fath…Father..s..s..stop.." I said trying to shake off the curse, knowing that I never would be able to.

"Stop?" He laughed, "Why in bloody hell would I stop? You deserve every bit of this."

"W..w..why?" I whispered hoarsely as I started to feel the tears run down my face.

"Because, Draco, you're gay, and you're going to enjoy every bit of what happens next," Father laughed taking the curse off.

I sighed in relief, and then gasped hearing an unzipping sound from behind me. "Father?" I whispered turning around, just to be pushed down onto the cold, cement floor. A sharp pain went through my stomach, Father's fist colliding with my flesh. I groaned, earning another hit, this time to my lower jaw.

"Draco, you're going to love this," He laughed sadistically as he ripped off my pants and silk boxers.

"Father?"

"SHUT UP!" He yelled punching my upper chest. I screamed. "You like that bitch, don't you?" Father turned me over so my chest was to the ground. I felt something hard on my bare leg. I thought nothing of it until Father moved and the hard thing, I found out was his dick.

"STOP IT!" I yelled. Something painfully, entered my arse. It took me a minute to figure out was going on; my father, Lucius Malfoy, was raping me. "GET THE BLOODY FUCKING OUT OF ME." I screamed.

He kept pounding in and out of me. Resting every few minutes to bite my neck and where ever else he pleased to. After what felt like hours, he came, and left me cold, bruised and helpless on the dungeon floors.

At 2:33 A.M., one hour later, I left the hellhole Malfoy Manor, with clean clothes on my back. Running into the darkness, trying my best to get as far away from that horrid place, the horrid memories, the Malfoy Manor. I couldn't call the Night Bus, no; my being a Malfoy prevented me from doing so. It'd be all over the Daily Prophet by morning.

I had to go to the Muggle World that was the only place that'd be safe. The Leaky Cauldron would be way to obvious to Him. But who did I know that lived in Muggle Wor-.. No. Just no. Not any of the Golden Trio…Potter would think I was there to pick on him and his family; the Mudblood probably would die from a heart attack, and Weasel's somewhere outside of the Muggle World. Maybe Dumbledore could—wait what was I thinking? Dumbledore's the most incompetent person in both Muggle and Wizarding World!

Leaning against a tree, the world seemed like a different place now that I knew what even your own parents could do. Then it hit me, today was my 16th birthday, damn it, I'm never going to be about to forget about this now. A new pain ran through my body, it forced me down to the ground on my knees. What the bloody hell was going on! My hair seemed to grow, no.. it didn't seem to, it did! My hair, once hanging messily around my ears, was now barely passed my shoulders! What the BLOODY HELL! Out of nowhere, it felt like my body was being pulled apart, someone tugging my shoulders up, someone pulling my feet back, my pants seemed to get smaller as well…After a few minutes it felt like it stopped, then something excruciatingly grew from my shoulders blades. The last thing I remember is falling and then nothing more.

A/N: We're sorry we didn't go into that much detail (and that it's really short, hopefully the next chapter will be longer)…it was just a bit too hard on us…and yes we did cry making this chapter…

You basturds. Making us write this and cry.

I'm (Kippa) coming to your house to get you for this..

(Eli) But….we wrote this on our free will….right?

(Kippa) Shh! They didn't know until you said something… Sheesh.

Oh wells………….

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