Harry looked on emotionlessly as another fist slammed into his younger self, and he had to stop himself from laughing hysterically as the repressed emotions within him that were now being let free.

Draco stood aghast as Vernon lifted Harry off the floor, by the scruff of the neck, and leaned in close to the weeping face of Harry. "We tried to love you," Vernon said calmly, even sweetly, "We really did." Harry shook his head, having no memories of that 'love' which Vernon talked about. Then said man lifted a calloused hand to Harry's face and stroked it soothingly. "You were such a sweet, endearing child in the beginning," Vernon's face softened, "And then things started happening."

He let go of Harry, who fell to the floor with lack of energy and whilst Harry gasped for breath, Vernon strode around the room with his hands behind his back, "It was when you started crying all the time, or murmuring your mothers name, that we started hating you!" Vernon spun around, his fist gaining speed and slammed into Harry.

"Your…cursed…" Vernon spat between blows, "You, your family and anything else that comes from you will be… cursed!"

"That's not true!" Harry finally ground out, but was met with another forceful hit. The visibility of how much it hurt was not lost on Draco.

"Don't believe me do you?" Vernon sneered, "Don't think that all your freaky family are cursed do you?"

"No!" Harry sobbed, his body shaking with encased anger.

"Well I will make sure you never forget, you bastard…" Vernon went down to grab Harry, whilst the elder Harry was pulling on Draco to leave the memory and as they did so Draco heard one last thing; "Murdering, cold heartless, bastard you are Harry…"

XxXx

Harry turned sullenly away from Draco as they gained their footing once again, back in Draco's home. "Harry!" Draco grabbed the brunettes shoulder and forcefully pulled him round, "Harry why did you pull us out?" The blondes voice was as calm as could be.

"What?" Harry began, raising his arms up beside himself, "Want to have another go do you, well here I am!" Harry's didn't sound normal and the erratic look in his eyes scared Draco more than when he had faced down his mother all those months ago.

"Harry, please be rational!" Draco pleaded however his words fell on unimpressed ears, and Harry looked at him disbelievingly.

"Be rational?" He asked quietly, "How the fuck can I, the cursed one, be rational!"

"Your being a child, that's what your being!" Draco yelled, his fists curling into balls at his sides, whilst Harry fought away the wave of dizziness he had wash over him.

"Maybe its about time," Harry responded with a whisper, "I never was a child, I was just… it was taken from me and I never knew what, or why or how… I just knew I existed to do things for other people." Draco watched without moving as tears ran down Harry's gaunt face.

"Do you know what it feels like to be bullied? Respected? Feared?" Harry asked, facing Draco down, "How about all those things at once? You try to do one thing for somebody and another for the next! You loose yourself.

"I didn't have an inside, because it was ripped from me so early, and then Luna… my life I had built up broke down around me and I had Jamie, this gorgeous… he was so small and… I was on my own and all Vernon had ever said to me was ever repeating in my head…" Harry was full out sobbing now, drenching his face and draining his insides dry.

"Harry…" Draco said as he laid a hand on Harry's twitching shoulder, "Shh…"

"No Draco," Harry said calmly, "I've been quiet for so many years… and I'm tired of it… I can't eat, I can't sleep and I can't even bear to think about the two of you… I can't do anything but sit around wondering where I went so wrong all those years ago. Where I went wrong with you." Harry wiped his tears away, stood up straighter and pulled away from Draco's touch.

"And then," Harry added, "I would come to a conclusion about Jamie; that I was just a weak, freak of a boy that was indeed, a child himself. But when I thought about you I could only keep asking 'why you left' however I finally came to a conclusion," He looked at Draco pointedly, "I just can't be loved…" He stared into Draco's eyes a little more, before turning on his heel and beginning to walk out the room.

"Send my apologies to your mother, but I'm suddenly not hungry…" And with that Harry walked out of the front door and past the anti-apparation wards, sending himself straight to his room to cry, like the good little boy he was never taught to be.

XxXx

Draco stood staring in disbelief for many moments, before his trance was broken by a silvery glint beside his eye line. He turned his wide eyes to the point of distraction and stared, horrified at the still lingering contents of Harry's memory.

"Mom!" He yelled as loud as his lungs would allow, the sound echoing throughout until it died down enough to allow the sounds of Narcissa's footsteps as her feet hit the floor.

"What is it Draco?" Narcissa asked whilst her eyes searched around the room for Harry. "Where is Harry?" She asked concerned.

"He left… he left, without taking a memory he was showing me. He cut it off before something really bad happened Mom and I'm not sure if I should look at it or not?"

"Honey, your erratic, calm down!" Narcissa prodded, "Why did Harry leave?"

Draco sighed, "Because I made him upset…" Draco turned to the pensive, "What should I do?"

"Harry might be hiding something?" She asked curiously, her nosy self desperate to find out what happened.

Draco needn't request any more encouragement from his mother, as he plunged his self into the memory to watch again, repeating the horrible events up to the part he hadn't seen. But when he did see it, something within Draco's head clicked and he fell out of the memory, which would end up plague his dreams and thinking for the next week.

XxXx

"Yes Mr. Potter," The head of the orphanage said out of boredom, "He has been adopted."

"By who?" Harry seethed, unable to control his anger any longer, "You gave me no saying in this?"

The dark haired woman sitting across from Harry sighed a deep, unpleasant huff. "We agreed that if you didn't claim him by his fifth birthday he would be available for private adoption.

"It so happens that someone adopted him, privately and we cannot tell you the whereabouts of Jamie."

Harry was about to curse the woman in front of him, but let it go as he began to sob again, "I have lost my child?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, there is nothing we can do now…"

Authors Note:

My fans, my friends, my family,

I hope the plot is thickening now, I am trying hard to get it working fully now. I have a lot of ideas for the upcoming chapters and I expect 'The way we polish' will be longer than its fore-runner.

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Ashes

Ps. Thanks to LadyDragonWolfKnight who pointed out a mistake to me. I appreciate it!