Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, unfortunately, because if I did you all would have to bow to me your Lord and Master or taste my writer wrath! We writers do have a wrath you know, it's one of those nature things… So yeah, Please don't sue!
A.N.: Ok, people here's my little warning...this is a (M) rated fic for future chapters, and this is a slash fanfic don't like it don't read it, umm violence, language, all the good stuff are included. . . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! dun dun dunnnn haha i love foamy! There was something else . . .oh yeah, umm there's this little segment where things are in italics and about it, it says 3 days later Harry's p.o.v., that's part of what happened during his summer, he's remembering it by dreaming it, understand? Well, without further ado...
Chapter 1
'Hold me'
Previously: "H-har-ry? Wh-what happened t-to you?" Draco Malfoy asked while slowly moving toward the boy in question.
Malfoy slowly walked toward Harry unsure of what the boy's reaction would be to the blonde Slytherin. Soon they were directly next to each other. Malfoy sat next to Harry on the bench, took out his handkerchief and wiped some of the blood off of Harry's face, avoiding the glass as to not embed it. Harry turned and stared into gray eyes and for the first time he saw concern and sympathy there. The raven-haired boy reached up and held on to Draco's wrist while slowly crawling into his lap. Surprised at Harry's action, Malfoy did the thing that seemed most natural; he reached out and wrapped Harry in a protective hug. The Gryffindor relaxed in Malfoy's arms while placing his head in the crook of Draco's neck. Without moving Harry too much Draco took off his large black cloak, arm by arm, reached for his wand in order to put a locking and silencing charm on the door, and finally wrapped his cloak around the boy in his lap.
"P-please j-jus hol me." Harry's words were mumbled and barely audible but Malfoy heard them. So he tightened his arms around Harry in response.
Draco Malfoy now sat in the very last compartment, with a very troubled boy in his lap, rubbing said boy's slim back, and whispering comforting words in said boy's ear. But neither noticed the irony of it, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. The six years that they were rivals flew out the large, clear, window of the Hogwarts Express.
When Draco felt Harry's breathing slow and even out, he carefully got up removing the boy from his self and placed him on the bench, pulling his cloak so that it covered the boy completely which wasn't a hard task seeing as Harry had the body type of a starved seeker.
"I'll be right back, okay Harry? I'm just going to send a letter to Dumbledore so he can get Madam Pomfrey ready for you."
The only response Malfoy's soft-spoken words received was Harry's head moving slightly, subconsciously getting comfortable, causing his raven-colored hair to fall forward. Draco smiled warmly, and pushed Harry's hair back into place, well as much into place as he could, coddling him like a mother does to her child. When most of his bangs were smoothed, something caught the Slytherin's eye. He leaned forward to look at Harry's scar.
"Bloody hell," were the only (very un-Slytherin like) words to escape before Malfoy unlocked the door and ran to the compartment that held his trunk and friends.
Malfoy ripped down his suitcase, opening it to take out some parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. He started to scribble furiously before he quickly folded the sandy colored paper and tied it to the leg of his falcon. When he finally sat down he was out of breath and had three pairs of eyes staring at him, stunned. Pansy Parkinson was the first to recover.
"What the fuck just happened?" She asked Malfoy.
"I don't want to talk about it." Draco stated firmly.
"Why do you have blood on you hands and neck?" Vincent Crabbe asked.
Malfoy looked at his hands covered in blood…Harry's blood. 'Oh, shit! Harry! I better get back to him!' Draco thought. It wasn't so much that he forgot about Harry, it was more a realization he shouldn't be left alone.
"I'll tell you guys later." With that Draco got back up and hurried back down the small hallway towards the last compartment.
Harry lay still when he woke up. The train had been moving for sometime now but none of his friends had come to see him and he really needed them right now; not that he'd tell them what happened over the summer, but he did need some one to help him with Draco. Speaking of Draco, the Malfoy heir walked back into the compartment, silencing and locking the door behind him. He turned to look at Harry who was awake and crying. Malfoy couldn't help but think that Harry looked so beautiful with bed head, watery eyes, and covered by his big cloak. Draco laughed mentally to himself and walked up to Harry. As soon as he sat on the bench Harry launched himself onto him, burying his head in Draco's chest trying to hold back more tears. As Harry shook in his arms, Malfoy comforted him as best he could.
Meanwhile, at the Hogwarts Castle, in the highest tower of the west wing, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat in his cluttered office, tapping his quill on his large, messy, mahogany desk. The bright magenta robes that he wore in honor on the new start of term portrayed nothing of the emotions ripping through him. He knew something was off but he wasn't sure what. Just then, a new sort of clicking was added to Dumbledore's only this one sounded like glass. The headmaster looked up to see a ferocious looking falcon rapping on his life size stain-glass window of Merlin.
"Well hello, Talon. What does Mr. Malfoy have to say today?" Albus Dumbledore said as he let the large bird in, who immediately flew over to Fawkes and nuzzled him.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
His Office
Hogwarts
It's about Harry. He's hurt, badly. Get Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape, maybe even Professor McGonagall…anybody that can help. We're in the last compartment on the train.
-Draco Malfoy
Dumbledore, for a moment, was so stunned he could only stare at the green ink like it was going to suddenly twist around and tell him some good news. Sadly, it stayed the same and Albus knew he had to act. Moving over to his ornate fireplace, he threw in some floo powder and made a firecall to the Deputy Headmistress.
Minerva McGonagall, who was the Transfiguration Professor, Deputy Headmistress, and Head of the Gryffindor house, sat at her, overly organized, oak desk in her usual green robes and hat, finishing up her lesson plan for her Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw double Transfiguration class, first years. As she went to dip her ordinary quill into a bottle of black ink, the fireplace behind the grate burst into green flames, which lit up her office.
"Minerva, I just received a letter from the Malfoy boy, Harry is hurt. Meet me in the Great Hall; be there in 5 minutes, I have to get Severus and Poppy." With that the Headmaster's head disappeared, allowing the flames to turn back to their original orange color.
The stern faced witch immediately set down her quill and ran to the Great Hall without a second glance. When she reached her destination she found she was the first one to arrive so she decided to sit on a bench and catch her breath, this extra time, unfortunately, only allowed her to come up with horrible ideas of what's wrong with Potter.
Prof. Severus Snape was in the infirmary along with Madame Pomfrey restocking her potion shelves. While checking the amount of 'Dreamless Sleep' potion, along with whether or not it was still good, Madame Promfrey's heels sounded on the stone flooring.
"Here Severus, please put these on the shelf." The medi-witch handed him 6 bottles of Pepper-Up.
"Are you honestly going to use that much?" Severus said wide-eyed.
"Helga Hufflepuff, came in yesterday and told me that I would need at least 6 bottles of Pepper-Up just for the first semester. I was as amazed as you are but I figured they rarely travel out of their frames, and if they do it's even more rare that they leave Dumbledore's office so . . .better be safe than sorry." Just then the portrait of the first Hogwarts medi-witch, Madame Whiffle, opened revealing the Headmaster himself.
"Come with me, we have little time. Poppy, bring your first aid kit; Severus bring whatever you have on you. There's no time to go to the Dungeons." With that said, Albus ran out the infirmary door towards the Great Hall with a nurse and a Potions Professor following him.
They stopped running only when they saw McGonagall sitting on a bench catching her breath. Upon that time the white-haired Headmaster removed his half-moon glasses, wiped away the sweat that had accumulated on his nose and plopped down next to his right-hand woman.
"What happened? Why do you need us?" Poppy asked after giving the old man a second to breathe.
"I happened to be in my study, when I received a letter from young Mr. Malfoy. In it, he wrote that Harry as hurt badly, and advised me to notify you all in assisting him and I."
"So what do we do now?" Severus inquired in an annoyed tone.
Dumbledore took in a deep breath, "The train will be here in exactly 2 minutes and 7 seconds. So, we wait." The greasy-haired man huffed.
Back on the train, Malfoy was still holding a bleeding Potter and rubbing circles on his back. Mostly, because as soon as he stopped Harry would wake up again and cry out in pain. No one had stopped by, or tried to get into the compartment which the Slytherin found strange, he thought for sure the mudblood and weasel would have stopped by at least looking for Potter.
The train started to slow, signaling that we must be at Hogwarts. Within seconds, the entire train was in chaos; students getting their trunks and animal cages, chatting with friends, and of course it didn't help that Snape, Pomfrey, McGonagall, and Dumbledore decided at that moment to step onto the train and maneuver their way to the back compartment.
"Patefacio!" Dumbledore said placing his wand on the door handle.
It glowed yellow for a moment before a click could be heard. The Headmaster opened the door and gasped at the sight of Harry. Snape walked in and looked at the two boys his jaw immediately fell at the sight of Draco holding Harry in his lap, comforting him, while the dark-haired boy had his head on Draco's shoulder, asleep. Next was McGonagall who pushed Madame Pomfrey in to help Harry.
"Wha- WHAT?" The medi-witch was furious when she looked at the boy. "I will personally kill who ever did this!" Draco stared at her wide-eyed along with the rest of the group because Poppy never lost her temper she could be pushy and very bossy but death threats were pretty low key. "Draco, if you would gently put Mr. Potter on the bench, laying down, I can start my tests."
As Draco leaned down to place Harry on the bench, the green-eyed boy woke up. Madam Pomfrey smiled at Harry who looked at her nervously and began to inch towards Draco. When the medi-witch went to take some test on Harry using her wand, the boy jumped up and literally threw himself in Malfoy's arms with a loud wail. Everyone in the compartment looked at each other with worried faces, except for Harry who was too busy sobbing into Draco's chest to notice the shocked stares. Dumbledore walked over to the crying boy and placed a hand on his shoulder in comforting way, however, Harry flinched noticeably and buried himself deeper in the blonde's arms. When Snape stepped forward, Harry started shaking violently, distressing his condition further.
"N-no! Don-don't touch m-me!" Harry cried.
"Shh, it's ok. He won't touch you." Malfoy said comfortingly. He turned around to address the rest on the people here to help Harry, "Maybe we should continue this in a infirmary."
"I agree." Dumbledore's strong, firm voice acknowledged Draco's request.
3 days later Harry's p.o.v. ((((violence in this section))))
:running water, dishes clanking together:
"Harry's a freak, Harry's a freak, Harry's a freak . . .," I could hear Dudley's taunting.
"Shove it Dudley!" I retorted.
I felt my hands go into the water to grab another plate.
"Mum! Harry's making fun of me, AGAIN!" Dudley screamed.
"Boy, go see Vernon this instant and tell him what you've done!" Aunt Petunia yelled as she wrapped Dudley in as much of a hug as she could seeing as she was ¼ of his size.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
Currently my uncle, Vernon, was upstairs in Dudley's second bedroom taking all 'unsuitable or questionable' items of mine out to lock in a cupboard. They had stopped doing this for a few years now but when Dudley over heard a nightmare I was having about my godfather dieing, Vernon made the decision to go back to old rituals, such as me living in the cupboard under the stairs again. I sighed and made my way up the stairs.
"Harry Potter!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"What's with all the ruckus?"
I looked down knowing what would happen if I told the truth or if I lied. 'It probably wouldn't be as bad if I just told him what my uncle wanted to hear,' I decided.
"I made fun of Dudley, again."
"Hmm, well get in here and shut the door you know the rules boy."
I slowly turned around closing my eyelids bracing myself for what was to come next. Opening my eyes slowly I shut the door and made my way to my Uncle. He had this little grin on his face causing his beady eyes to look even more psychotic. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed ripping my pants of and undoing his belt.
"I've had quite enough of you disrupting this house. Especially after all we've done for you!"
He had his belt all the way off by now. Expecting the worst I was slightly surprised when I felt pain rip though my arse as a result of the belt whipping me. Although, as soon as the rush of surprise was gone all I felt was an immense amount of pain. The whipping kept going for seemingly hours, until I felt him back off.
"I heard everything that happened in the kitchen, boy, what Dudley called you, and I must admit I agree with him . . .don't move."
Something warm and soft started tickling my back along with some sort of liquid. Even though I had no clue what it was I stayed still knowing that I had to listen to Vernon's orders. The tickling suddenly stopped and I felt a weight press down on my body. Vernon's face was directly next to my ear now.
"If you move I will kill you, slowly but surely. And you better believe it will be painful…"
I heard a lighter click, the next thing I knew I felt a searing pain go through my body. I didn't even have to look back, I knew, I was on fire. Abruptly after I came to this realization black spots started to cloud my vision, until it consumed me.
((((violence ends))))
Six loud 'bongs' sounded throughout Hogwarts, signaling students and teachers that dinner had begun. However, alone in the infirmary a tall blonde, with shocking gray eyes sat next to a twin size bed, in a hard uncomfortable chair. Crystal tears brimming his eyes, as another smaller boy lay in the bed, thrashing about in his sleep.
"Harry . . ." The blonde's voice cried out, "Harry please wake up!"
The up 'til now unconscious boy, slowly lifted his lids showing dull green eyes. The first thing he saw was the very familiar infirmary ceiling; wooden with arches supporting the vaulted ceilings.
"Harry! You're ok!" Harry turned his head to see who had spoken to him and smiled when he saw silver-blonde hair that ran in the Malfoy family. "Oh gods, Harry we were all so worried, you passed out at soon as I picked you up so we could come here! Pomfrey said you went into a coma and it's been three days, I was so scared you wouldn't wake up again!" Malfoy sobbed out.
"I'm fine Draco, are y-you sure you're okay? I mean you've never been nice to me let alone concerned."
A confused expression came upon Draco's face but quickly went to the patented Malfoy sneer. "What? I-I don't like you, I mean just because we've never gotten along doesn't mean I want to see you dead! I-I don't...uhh!" With that Malfoy stormed out, his loud footsteps echoing around the hospital, following by the loud slam of the infirmary door.
Sorry Guys, I know that this one isn't all that long but I have an excuse! Uhm, hold on give me a second . . . okay...maybe...I don't but I updated early that's got to count for something right? Right? Fine, I promise the next one will be longer! Haha, but anywhoo, I hate this chapter. It's probably because I had a new idea for a fan fic but I won't allow myself to do anything with it because I know this one would be forgotten. But yea, I'll see you all next chapter hopefully! -James
I want to send some thank yous out to my reviewers: I did my little dance when I saw I had reviews (haha)-
Afichicka, benson-luver, wildpunk045,Draculas Knight, Lady Constance Malfoy - Thank you all so much, even though I don't like this chapter I hope you guys did
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