Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
On with the show...
Some time later Vernon came up and unlocked the door, luckily not coming in. Harry got up and went down the stairs. Petunia was in the kitchen, while Dudley and Vernon were in the living room.
" Aunt, what chores do I have for today?" Harry asked quietly.
Petunia looked up and handed him a list. Harry read the paper then headed out into the back yard to mow the lawn. Near noon Harry came back in to dust the house. Once that was done he cleaned the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom. After that was done he made dinner and then, not eating, went up and cleaned the upstairs bathroom.
Coming back down Petunia gave him the left overs. Harry ate them slowly, hoping that the longer he took the more it would seem like to his stomach. No such luck. Harry washed the dishes then put them away.
Going back up to his room Harry lay down on his bed, feeling like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. The soft tap on the window did not go unnoticed by the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry got up and removed the letter from Apollo's leg.
Opening the carefully folded parchment, Harry read:
Harry,
I will come and get you tomorrow, in the morning. I hope to be there by nine o' clock. I pray they do nothing before I get there, but I can't come any sooner. Be careful and I'll be there in the morning. We will go to the Leaky Cauldron. Pack your things.
Draco Malfoy
Harry smiled and stroked Apollo's neck lightly through the hindering bars. " I hope he doesn't came by floo." Harry whispered sadly as he looked out over the starry sky. Apollo flew off and Harry got into bed.
Falling asleep instantly, Harry didn't wake till dawn. Vernon stood in the doorway looking annoyed. " You got twenty minutes to take a shower. Get!" Vernon's voice was loud in the small room.
Harry got quickly out of bed and stood, waiting for Vernon to move. Vernon's eyes raked over Harry's body before the man moved out of the way. Harry went swiftly into the bathroom and closed the door. Sadly there was no lock on the door.
Harry turned the water on, letting it warm up. Striping down Harry was about to get in the shower when Vernon came in. Harry froze, scared and unnerved. Vernon grabbed his hair and pushed him onto the floor, face down. Harry heard cloth move and all his muscles tensed anew.
Harry shivered as he felt Vernon kneel down above him, one knee on either side of Harry's hips. Vernon was just about to violate him again when the bathroom door burst open and Draco Malfoy stood there, anger flashing through his mercury eyes at the sight before him.
Harry crawled away from his Uncle and grabbed a towel, covering his lower half. Draco had his wand pointed at Vernon's chest, even though Harry knew he couldn't do magic, Vernon didn't know that. Harry moved closer to Draco, not able to stand yet.
" Come on Harry, I'm getting you out of here." Draco said, voice just as confident as it always was. The blonde held his hand out to Harry, and the raven haired teen took it in his own shaking one. Draco hauled him up, Vernon still kneeling on the floor, half naked.
Draco pulled Harry down the hall and into his small bedroom. " Get dressed, I'll treat your wounds later." Draco instructed, standing outside the closed door, giving Harry some privacy.
Harry got dressed quickly and grabbed his pick lock. Opening the door Draco looked at him and seemed to notice the lack of trunk. Harry held up the little leather packet and walked down the stairs easily ignoring the pain in his body.
Going to the cupboard he opened the door in no time and pulled out his trunk, removing his wand. Draco took one end, not saying anything, and helped Harry carry it out in front of the house.
" We're going to take the knight bus." Draco said, raising his wand into the air. There was a loud bang and the knight bus sat in front of them. Harry and Draco hauled the trunk up onto the platform and Draco handed Stan the money for both of them. " We're going to the Leaky Cauldron." Draco said, voice monotone.
Stan nodded and the two teens went and sat down on one of the beds. Draco looked over at the raven haired teen, his eyes clouded with worry. It suddenly dawned on him what Harry had ment when he said that Vernon had gone to far.
Draco lay a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder and was saddened to see the green eyed boy flinch before looking up at him. " What did he do to you?" Draco asked quietly, making sure that Harry knew he didn't need to answer.
Harry gave him a sad smile and nodded, confirming Draco's worst fears. " Yes Draco. He raped me." Harry whispered, so that only Draco could hear him. Draco swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice at that particular moment.
They didn't speak for the rest of the trip. When the bus finally stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron, Draco was officially unnerved.
They hauled the trunk into the pub/inn. Tom came forward and took the trunk from them. " Room Eleven. Mr. Potter?" He asked simply.
Harry nodded, "until school starts again." He answered easily, voice betraying nothing.
Tom lead them upstairs and into room eleven. Setting Harry's trunk down he left the room, closing the door behind himself. Harry sat on the bed, heaving a sigh.
" I'll explain everything later. Right now, do you think you could bandage some of the deeper cuts?" Harry asked as he leaned back onto the headboard, wincing slightly.
Draco nodded and went into the bathroom, coming back out he carried an armful of medical supplies. Draco sat at the end of the bed and dumped all the supplies onto the comforter. Pulling out the antibacterial, Draco moved closer to the raven haired teen.
Harry sat up and removed his shirt, rolling onto his stomach so that Draco could clean the whip marks on his back. Draco gasped silently and then went to work, cleaning the wounds.
Harry then rolled back over and slipped the pants off. Draco went to work on the deeper cuts first, since they hadn't closed yet. Harry rolled over onto his stomach again and Draco cleaned the cuts on the backs of his legs as well.
Then the Boy-Who-Lived took the thin liquid and moved his boxers down slightly as he sat up again. Covering the cuts in the alcohol based liquid stung like no tomorrow. Draco watched Harry as he revealed more of the olive tinted skin, along with cuts and bruises, as well as a hand full of scars on his waist.
Harry finished applying the cool liquid and waited for Draco to begin to bandage him. Draco moved fluidly as he wrapped the wounds, covering them easily with the cloth wrappings. Harry then pulled his clothes back on and lay down on his stomach, so that his back wasn't on the bed.
Draco put what was left away then came back into the bedroom. Harry had his eyes closed and his breathing was evening out as he slipped into unconsciousness. Draco smiled sadly as Harry fell asleep on the soft bed.
Two hours later found Draco sitting comfortably in an overstuffed chair, reading a thick, leather bound book. Harry sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the bright light of late morning. Draco looked up and smiled at him.
" Feeling better?" Draco asked as he got up and came closer. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking Harry in the eyes.
" Yeah, thanks. I don't know how to thank you, but I really am grateful." Harry whispered, voice heavy from sleep.
" Don't worry about it. I just want to know what happened. But you don't have to say anything until your ready to." Draco added as he saw pain flash through those once innocent emerald eyes.
" No, the sooner I tell you, the better. My Uncle raped me. Tied me to my bed and raped me." Harry whispered, tears coming to his eyes as the memory came back again. Draco wrapped a gentle arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled the tormented teen against his chest.
Harry cried into Draco's hard chest, letting it out. He was soon gasping for breath, trying to get in a proper breath. Draco whispered gentle words into Harry's ear, trying to get the slightly smaller boy to calm down. Draco couldn't help but remember the Prefects bathroom, and wonder whether the raven haired teen would do that again.
" Harry you have to promise me that you won't try to commit suicide again. I don't want to loose you, nobody does. You have to stay strong, and I'll help you. I'll be there if you need me, if you need some one to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. Or even some one to yell at, I'll be there. Just come to me first, don't turn to a blade." Draco whispered passionately, making sure that Harry heard every word.
Harry nodded slowly, showing he had indeed heard. " I promise I'll come to you first." Harry whispered as he crawled into Draco's lap, resting his head on the blondes shoulder.
Draco smiled down at him, even though the other teen couldn't see it. " Good. And I never want to see you holding a blade in a position where you could cut yourself. Do you hear me, I will not have you kill yourself." Draco said, voice louder now.
" I get it." Harry answered, a small smile on his chapped lips. " I won't do anything to compromise my life for as long as I live." Harry promised.
" Good, good. Now we need to go into Diagon Alley and get some potions, so we can get those wounds closed. You go take a shower and I'll go down and get us some lunch." Draco got up, pulling Harry with him off the bed.
Harry stood up on shaky legs, clinging to Draco for a moment while he got his bearings. Draco walked him into the bathroom and then went and got him something to wear. Handing Harry some of his own clothes, Harry's, which consisted of a pair of his school pants and a loose fitting dark blue top, followed by a pair of boxers and his school shoes.
Harry smiled gratefully at him and closed the door to the bathroom with a gentle click. Draco nodded his head at the door then went down stairs to get some early lunch. Tom made lunch slowly so to give Harry a little more time on his own.