Chapter 1
"I'm sorry, Harry," Albus Dumbledore's voice rang in Harry's ears. "But I cannot let you go to The Burrow nor Black Manor for summer vacation." Harry Potter's eyes grew wide as he nodded, slowly and silently, before running from Dumbledore's office, leaving behind a bewithered Headmaster.
Harry ran down the large corridor, wanting to get away. He was breathing heard, feeling like he couldn't breath. He took another deep breath as he pushed open the Great Hall doors before running out them and to the lake, where he collapsed. Collapsing because he couldn't carry his weight, even though he was barely eating to prepare himself for the Dursley's.
Harry laid there till the sky became dark and the stars came out. In between that time, Harry thought about what would happen when he went to his so-called family, what he was going to do about the homework he was assigned over the summer and how not to get into too much trouble.
The feast was yester day, and today was the day everyone went home. Harry knew what was going to happen when he got to the Dursley's. He was going to be beaten and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs for weeks on end, only to be let out to do the chores.
He sighed, climbing to his feet as he wrapped his arms around himself. Going back inside, Harry went to find everyone getting ready to leave Hogwarts. He walked o the Gryffindor Tower to get his trunk and Hedwig then came back down, levitating it down the stairs.
Harry sighed again as he went to the train, hoping to find an empty compartment to have time to himself, to mentally prepare. (Mentally preparing himself because of his uncle, if you could call him that really.) He sat down, curling up and leaning against the window, he imagined how he would be with his mother and father was alive. While he was doing that, Harry never heard the compartment door slide open and Malfoy appeared in the door flanked with Crabbe and Goyle.
"So, Potter," Malfoy sneered, waiting a few seconds before looking more closely as Harry. Harry's eyes were closed and he could see the black and purple bags under the raven-haired boy's eyes. The blond also felt that Harry was miles away from the train.
Malfoy sighed and shook his head as he motioned the other two to leave. But before he left, Malfoy looked back at Harry thinking to himself, 'I hope he'll be okay. He looks so small, scared and pathetic there by himself.'
The rest of the train ride was fine for Harry; he slept through most of it, curled up and leaned against the window.
"Boy!" Vernon Dursley, the fat pig that he looked like bellowed and his face turning red.
"Coming Uncle!" Harry said, pushing his trolley to the car, where it was loaded into the car and Harry into the back. The ride to the Dursley's was violent, whip-lashed from one side to the other. It was a never-ending thing.
"Get your stuff, boy," Vernon growled, glaring at Harry. "Then into the cupboard you go!" Vernon gave a full belly laugh, sounding evil.
Harry grabbed his stuff before whispering to Hedwig, "I'm going to let you live outside this summer, girl. That way you won't stare with me." He opened her cage, when Vernon wasn't looking, kissed her on the head and she flew away becoming a small white dot in the sky. He was thrown, hard and harsh, into the cupboard where he cracked his head on the wall and it started to bleed.
The door was slammed shut and semi-darkness feel upon Harry. The boy sighed and thought to himself, 'Well once again, I'm back to where I started. I was hoping to get away from this.' The raven-haired boy fingered his head till he winced in pain and pulled his hand away, seeing blood on his fingers.
The summer went on into long hard days. Every morning he would cook breakfast but if he made something wrong, Harry would be beaten; the same thing for lunch and dinner. In one of the middle months, Vernon was mean and drunker than drunk.
"Boy!" Vernon slurred, waving around a clear glass over his head. "Bring me more to drink!"
Harry cringed, but did as he was told. He filled Vernon's cup and went to finish cleaning the kitchen when he was grabbed by Vernon before he could leave the living room. "Yes Uncle Vernon?"
"You're such a pretty boy." He slurred, bringing his meaty hand to Harry's face before pulling back and slamming a giant fist into Harry's face.
He cried out as he jerked backwards, trying to get away from his uncle who had a tight grip on Harry's arm.
"Uncle Vernon! No!" Harry pleaded, trying to yank back his arm from the harsh grip.
"You're a fuckin' tease," Vernon slurred again, yanking hard on Harry's small arm. Vernon pushed Harry down on the couch and held him down as Vernon's fingers worked on undressing the poor boy.
"No! Uncle Vernon, leave me alone! You don't want to do this!" Harry cried as tears started to gather in his eyes.
"Shut up!" Vernon yelled and slapped Harry across the face, leaving a large red mark on his face.
Harry pulled his arm away as Vernon finished ripping off his clothes and started to unzip his own pants. Harry struggled to move away as Vernon reached out and grabbing Harry's leg, pulling him back harshly.
Harry yelped and Vernon turned him over, putting a knee to Harry's back. Vernon smirked as he pulled Harry's cheeks apart and shoved himself in and Harry cried, tears streaming down his face. Vernon continued to rape Harry as blood started to poor down Harry's legs.
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Harry groaned as he got up from his so-called bed and wincing every time he moved. A few days ago he had packed his trunk, even though he lived in the cupboard and didn't have much. Harry listened out the little vent, hearing snores from the Dursley's rooms.
He sighed, turning to get his trunk and shrunk it wandlessly as so to not to be traced.
Harry winced every time he took a step as he moved quietly to the door. He opened it slowly, his ears listening for the Dursley's snoring. He grinned, feeling free and closed the door softly behind him.
The raven-haired boy walked slowly down the road to the playground, where he pulled out his wand and summoned the Knight Bus. In a few seconds, it was there. Harry climbed boarded and sat on the bed, looking at the floor while stating his destination. The buss took off and the ride was whip-lashy, wild and painful.
Winching at every turn, Harry held on tightly, hoping that they would turn so fast. But it was all it vain, the bus always took turns fast and hard. The bus stopped harshly and suddenly, making Harry stand up as he looked out the window and saw that this was his stop. He paid his fair as he left the bus and went inside the Leaky Cauldron to get a room till school started.
"Mr. Potter, I've got just the room for you." Tom's voice was heard over the entire bustle.
Harry followed Tom, winching going up the stairs and stopped when Tom stopped before running into him. Top opened the door and thanked him as Harry went it. Dropping on the bed and being thankful for it, Harry slowly fell asleep.
The sun rose, slowly spewing into the room. Harry groaned, burying his head in his pillow and trying to go back to sleep. The sun didn't let up as Harry sighed and roused from the bed to get dressed in clean clothes.
After dressing and leaving the room, Harry made his way to Kings cross then onto Platform 9 ¾. Trying to keep to himself, Harry kept his head down and walked slowly through the throng of people on the platform. He saw a group of red heads and a browned haired in them, and keeping his distance he saw that two of them had the hands clasped together.
Harry smiled sadly, thinking, 'It's about time.'
He climbed aboard the train, finding an empty compartment in the back. The raven-haired boy sat down and curled up, looking out the window as the clouds coming together.
Half way to the school, rain started falling in little drops against the window. He smiled at the rain before closing his eyes and laying his head on the window to rest till they got to Hogwarts.
And as Harry feel asleep, Malfoy slid into the compartment to find the boy curled up and looking small. The blond sat across from him, intent on watching him sleep and make sure that he didn't fall out of the seat. Lying down in the seat, Malfoy smiley softly at Harry before he closed his eyes.
They both slept as the train continued to move. Harry whimpered and rolled over, trying to remove the horrid images of his uncle and Voldermont.
While Harry was thrashing about, Malfoy woke imminently and rolled off the seat to get to Harry. "Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Malfoy yelled, grabbing Harry's hand to keep from scratching himself and hitting Malfoy.
"No! Stop! Uncle, please!" Harry gasped out as he tried to pull his hands away from Malfoy's grip.
"Wake up, Harry! It's okay! It's Malfoy!" He moved closer to Harry and wrapped the struggling boy in his arms. Harry, after being wrapped up, stopped struggling and slumped into Malfoy's arms. As the blond smiled sadly, Harry shift and opened his eyes, trying to blink the sleepies out.
Malfoy looked at Harry as the raven-haired boy struggled out of Malfoy's grip. But the other boy wouldn't have it. "Shh, it's okay," Malfoy, said, trying to sooth the scared boy.
Falling limp, Harry nodded as his bottom lip started trembling and turned his head, hoping Malfoy didn't see. But he did, Harry felt the bond boy's grip tighten and Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy's waist, burying his face in his chest.
They stayed like that until they came upon the school, where they separated and Harry gave a small wave over Malfoy's chest wet shirt, drying it completely.
Malfoy hugged the small boy, who returned it and whispered a small, "Thank you." After another whisper, they went on their own ways; Malfoy to Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Parkinson, while Harry went to the end of the Gryiffindor's line.
The students went to the Great Hall where they separated into the Houses and sat down as the new first years came in and then the sorting started. Gryffindor got 43 new students, same with Slytherin, Ravenclaw got 37 new students and lastly, Hufflepuff got 29. After the sorting, Dumbledor said a few words and feast began. Loads of food appeared on the tables and every dug in.
Harry waited until everyone had gotten what he or she wanted, a habit from the Dursley's before taking a small portion for himself. Nibbling on the food and laying low, Harry kept to himself. Soon the feast was over and then students were sent to their dorm, the professors fully knowing they wouldn't be sleeping. As everyone split up and left for the dorm rooms, Harry stayed behind everyone and watched the students leave.
The raven-haired boy sighed and went to the tower then into his small dorm room. Harry changed into pajamas then climbed into bed, curling up tightly. He lay there drifting in and out of sleep, before he actually got to sleep.
The night was long and hard for Harry. The nightmares of his uncle weren't there Voldermont was. The Dark Load was in a muggle town, torturing and killing them. At the moment he was using an Unforgivable on a pair of twin brothers. Their silent screaming affects Harry bad enough to make him wake up, soaking in sweat.
As he slowly left his nice, warm bed, Harry looked at his watch and saw it was only 6:03 in the morning. Harry gathered new, clean clothes and robes and went to take a shower. While he was in the shower, he was drawn to the shaving razor that was lying in the open and was just begging to be taken. Harry, very cautiously, picked it up and looked at it from all angles.
Slowly pulling it apart, Harry now held a single blade in his palm. He slid down the shower wall before picking it up and fingering it lightly. The blade nicked his fingers and blood started to pour out. Harry grinned at the sensation. He like the blood pouring out as he brought the blade to his wrist and dragged it across. Warm, crimson blood came from the cut and the raven-haired boy sighed in bliss. The feeling was nice.
Harry finished his shower, dressing in the new clothes and left for the Common Room but not before hiding his lovely, new friend in his trunk. Looking at the clock above the fireplace, which read 6:45 Harry left the room for breakfast but rather wandered around the castle.
By the time Harry went to the Great Hall, everyone was there and Malfoy was just coming in. The blond boy saw Harry and motioned him to come closer; Harry nodded watching the floor as he walked closer to Malfoy. And as the raven-haired boy got closer to the blond, everyone stopped eating and watched.
Hooking a finger under Harry's chin, Malfoy made Harry look up and look him in the eyes. "It's okay." Harry nodded, smiling weakly.
Malfoy noticed how thin Harry was and He planned to get him up to weight. "Harry, would you like to eat breakfast with me?" Harry shrugged before looking up against and gave another small smile.
By now everyone's jaws we're dropped and no one was eating but Dumbledore had a knowing twinkle in his eyes. And that twinkle was annoying as hell.
Malfoy led Harry to the Slytherin table, where he usually sat and motioned Blasie to move down. Harry sat down, taking up very little space and looked at the plate in frond of him.
Malfoy nudged him light," It's okay. You can look up." Harry shook his head before looking at him then back down at his plate. Malfoy sighed, filling his plate before he started on Harry's as Harry shook his head. Malfoy ignored him, still filling his plate. Harry sighed, pouting at the food on his plate.
Malfoy started eating as Harry start on his own plate, really only easting very little and moving the food around to make it look like he ate. Everyone went about eating before they had to leave for their first class. Unfortunately for Harry, he had Potions with Snape and that was enough to give him the chills. Malfoy stood and grabbed his book bag, motioning to Harry to come along.
They ambled down the stairs to the dungeons then into the Potions classroom. Harry followed Malfoy into the room, head down, and sat next to him, settling his bag under the table. The students that had Potions first started streaming in slowly, one by one; they included Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Blasie and some from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Ron and Hermione were too wrapped up in their own world to notice Harry, his size or whom he was even with. They say next to each other as they held hands and looked into each other's eyes.
Professor Snape barreled into the classroom, barking orders. They were to concoct a blood replenishing potions in a little less than two hours and they were assigned partners from the opposite house.
"Granger, Parkinson. Wealsey, Zabini. Potter, Malfoy…" Professor Snape drowned on, naming people and their partners.
Malfoy looked at Harry, "You set up the cauldron and I'll get the ingredients, okay?"
Harry glanced at hi and nodded as he went to get the cauldron, then Malfoy left from the ingredients. They worked on the potion, Malfoy explaining what the steps were and then both boys splitting them.
"Mr. Potter!" Snape barked and Harry dropped what he was doing. "Pray tell, what are you doing?" Professor Snape loomed over Harry as the boy wrapped his arms around his stomach.
"Professor Snape," Malfoy smooth voice rang out. "I think Harry would appreciate it if you backed off him." He said coldly as he pulled Harry to him.
Harry looked at the floor, waiting for the blow across the face for not looking up but it never came. Instead, he felt a hand on his shoulder and cringed, trying to pull away.
By now almost everyone was looking at them. Harry cringed again now that he was aware of everyone watching them. He turned towards Malfoy, shaking his head
"What?" Malfoy looked at Harry as he wrapped his arms around the small boy. The poor boy was trembling; bottom lip quivering and buried his face in the blond's chest before the full body sobs came.
While this was taking place, everyone in the room was now left speechless. Professor Snape looked at the couple, eyes narrowing
The rest of the classes went on without a hitch. Harry still watched the desk or floor, not wanting to look up. Malfoy made Harry sit next to him lunch and also filled his plate, even though he knew Harry wouldn't eat it all. But he was trying, Harry still couldn't eat much but they were working on as not to upset his stomach and make him sick.
After classes were over, booked were in the dorm and dinner was eat, Harry made his way to the lake just wanting to be by himself for a bit. The raven-haired boy looked over the lake then at the setting sun, smiling slightly. He watched the sun set, pretty reds, oranges, purples and light blues littering the sky before he left the lake to go back to the dorms, where he changed into his pajamas and went to bed.
It was like that for the next month or so; Harry was still small and refused to see the nurse. But one night was different from the others; Harry woke up from a nightmare. He left the dorm, remembering to grab his invisibility cloak, the Muarders map and his new friend. He quietly made his way down to the lake, where he sat and watched the lake.
Harry sadly watched the lake ripple before he took off his cloak and sat down on it. He blinked at his arms and the glamour charm fell, showing the scars that littered his arms. The green-eyed boy smiled at the scars lovingly before taking his new friend and slashed open his wrist to forearm, crimson blood flowing down to his hands.
Harry grinned at the feeling, wishing he could always feel it. He just wanted the pain, suffering, and loneliness but that was never going to happen with Ol' Voldie. Harry giggled at the thought of called Lord Voldermont, Ol' Voldie.
The green-eyes boy stood up and stumbled down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As Harry sat down, he leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. He smiled before opening his eyes again, looking down at his arms. Flexing his hand, he closed his eyes once again and planned to sleep till he bleed to death.