Disclaimer: par I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, etc. I just wish I do. lol. This story is not to be taken completely serious, it's just what went through my head when I was folding laundry on Sunday. Characters:Harry Potter Draco Malfoy (minor references to the Weasleys, Hermione Granger, and the Malfoy family)
Chapter one...
It was very dark and rather late at night as 17 year old Harry Potter staggered down an unlit street, searching in vain for civilization. He limped profoundly on a broken leg and winced as each step sent a jolt of pain to his dislocated shoulders. He could not move his arms at all, and it was extremely painful to do...well, just about anything. He had been in some god forsaken forest for three days and had just worked up the strength to move for help. Now, Harry was beginning to think it was a mistake. He gasped and stumbled on an odd crack in the concrete and scrambled to regain his balance. He managed to twist in a very painful way and keep himself on his aching feet. He had been walking since dawn and hadn't stopped all day. Wincing and trying to ignore the agonizing pain, Harry looked up, searching for something, anything to help. He almost smiled as he saw the distant warm glow of street lamps. Almost. It was still to painful to make any facial gestures what with the scars and scrapes slowly spreading caked blood over his face. Stiff from all sorts of numerous cuts and dried blood, Harry calculated how much pain he'd have to endure before he got to this street. Tossing his thoughts away, Harry started on again. It was an hour before he reached the street. Harry limped onto a rich looking neighborhood. Fancy paint colours and decorations littered all around him. Harry heaved a sigh and looked at which one might look helpful. Not seeing any, Harry went to the closest one, praying beyond all hope that they would help him. He bit his lip as he attempted to climb the stairs to the front door. After a few moments, Harry knocked weakly on the door and waited. The door opened to reveal a tall man with white blonde hair.
"Hullo." The man said, rather irritably.
Obviously he didn't recognize him through all the blood.
"Please..." Harry managed to say, his voice raspy and his throat sore. "Please..." And with that, Harry collapsed into the doorway of the house. His last conscious thought was, Dear god, don't let them turn me out.