By Jade Higurashi
Rated- M for Violence, Self Mutilation, Language, Drug Abuse, Abuse (in general), Possible Suicide Attempt(s), and Yaoi (in later chapters).
Pairing- HP/DM and RW/HG- mentioned and RL/NT (Tonks)
Summary- Harry Potter is abused by his Uncle, and cant take it, so he takes it out on himself. At the same Draco Malfoy get the Cruciatus by his father, many times, for reasons Draco doesn't understand. Afterwards, he turns to his only friend, his blade. Can Harry and Draco save each other?
WARNINGS!- This story has to do with some triggering aspects, such as cutting and Drugs, if any of these may be triggering to you, I suggest that you stop reading right now!
Authors Notes- Hi! I'm Jade. This is my first ever fanfiction that I'm putting on so please be kind with reviews! I'm 14 years old, love Harry Potter yaoi fanfictions, and Kingdom Hearts fanfictions. That's about it, more stuff can be found on my profile, or website, which is in my profile.Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, those all belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. Don't even bother to sue me, you wont get anything, except my Mp3 player, and hold on, I got that from my dad, so you wont get a thing!
A/N- blah blah blah-character thoughts (Character's thoughts are in italic)
Chapter One- Birthday Wishes and Bloody Tears-
4 Privet Drive- July 31st (Summer before 6th year)
"Boy get down here NOW!" Yelled Vernon Dursley up the stairs of his Privet Drive home.
A lanky boy with glasses, messy hair and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, came running down the stairs.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Huffed the boy, tired after weeding the garden, and re-staining the deck, and was relaxing in his room.
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THERE?" Roared his Uncle
"I-I-I-I-I w-was relaxing sir, after weeding and re-staining the deck." The boy squeaked.
"YOU SHOULDN'T KNOW WHAT RELAXING IS!" Vernon yelled, then smacked the boy's face, before un-doing his leather belt.
"Take off your shirt, then on all fours boy!" He said
The boy did so, his tanned skin, with long pink lines running across his back, was exposed. He was used to this pain, the whippings, the beatings, once his arm was broken, it was all on a daily basis.
Vernon raised the belt, and threw it down with as much strength as the fat man could muster, whipping the boy as the belt made a large CRACK over the boy's back. He flinched in agony. His Uncle proceeded to whip the boy another 15 times, until the boy's back was red and raw, instead of the light tan it was supposed to be.
"Now boy, go up to your room! And no meals for a week!"
The boy, named Harry Potter willingly trudged up the stairs, went to his room, then shut and locked the door.
Ya, savior of the wizarding world should be beat on a daily basis, another one of Dumbledore's great plans. :sarcasm:
Harry had hated Dumbledore ever since he let Sirius fall through the veil. Sirius was the only one he had, the only close family around, until he fell through the veil.
Now I have no one. Ron and Hermione are too involved with each other, and every one else thinks of me as "The Boy Who Lived" it's not fucking fair! I don't deserve to live, no one cares. Harry thought.
He rolled up his left sleeve, showing crisscrossed of scars, some straight, some jagged, you could even see the letters SB carved into his forearm.
He walked over to his dresser, opened the top left drawer, which had boxers with snitches on them, some with the Gryffindor Lion, and also had socks in it. He dug to the bottom, underneath a pile of socks that Dobby had knitted for him for Christmas, was a razor blade, with a cardboard strip covering the end. He took the covering off, and with his right hand he pressed the blade to his left wrist.
"I don't deserve to live." He said to himself as he dug the blade into his wrist, he took it out, no blood. He jabbed the blade back into his wrist, and then very slowly dragged it across. Blood oozed out of the cut, down the short bit of his wrist, then in a river of blood went down his palm, and through his fingertips, and settled in a pool on the wooden floor beneath his feet. He watched the river and the drip-drips as the tear dropped sized blood drops made a puddle on the floor. There was then a knock at the door, he quickly sat on the puddle, rolled down his sleeve, and unlocked the door.
"Come in." Harry said as his Aunt Petunia walked through the door, with a cupcake with a candle in it, on a plate.
"Happy sixteenth Birthday Harry!" Said his Aunt.
This was a side of Aunt Petunia no one over saw but Harry. In front of her husband Vernon, and her son Dudley, she treated her only nephew like a pile of horseshit. But when they were alone, she treated him like another son. She was the one who helped Harry when Vernon broke his arm; she bought a splint from the corner Drug Store, and had Harry wear it when Vernon wasn't around. Vernon beat the whole family, even his own wife and son.
"Thanks Aunt Petunia." Harry replied taking the plate and setting it on the floor beside him.
"Sorry I can't buy you a car for your 16th."
"It's ok, I wouldn't really need one in the wizarding world anyway."
"How's your back, dear?"
"Its fine, not the worst I've felt."
Their conversation was abruptly ended with Vernon yelling up the stairs, "Petunia, my dinner better be on the table pronto, or you'll have hell to pay!"
"You better go, you don't want what I got." Harry said
"Ok, bye Harry dear." She said before hugging him good-bye.
Harry picked up the plate; the candle was almost burnt out.
I wish someone out there would love me as me, Harry James Potter, not "The Boy Who Lived" Harry wished then blew out the candle.
Malfoy Manor- Same Day (July 31st)
"CRUCIO!" Yelled Lucius Malfoy, at his one and only son, Draco.
Draco's arms bent back and he started twitching uncontrollably on the floor. He wouldn't scream or cry; Lucius would punish him more, so he bit his lip. It was now bleeding in his mouth; he could taste the warm blood on his tongue, and bit down harder. The curse ended and another yell of "CRUCIO!" was yelled through the house, this time at Draco's mother, Narcissa. She started to cry out in pain and Lucius replied with-
"Stop your crying woman! Malfoy's never cry!" He ended the curse.
"You whore, I only used you to bear my children, and look how that filth turned out." Lucius said, pointing to Draco.
After Lucius was out of the room, Draco crawled over to his mother, who was still lying on the floor, motionless.
"Mother, are you alright?" Draco asked, tears forming in his silver eyes, but he blinked them back.
"Yes, my dragon, I'm fine. I've endured it for over 25 years, it just pains me that your father would do this."
"I know mother, it pains me too."
"It'll be alright my dragon." Narcissa said to her pride and joy, running her fingers through his white-blond hair.
"I'll be in my room, call me for dinner."
"Sure dear."
Draco walked up the grand marble staircase, turned right and opened the oak door that had a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon carved into it. He closed the door behind him, and said the password (Death to Salazar) that locked his door, that no unlocking spell could break, it was a code-word spell. It used a password of the person's choosing, that would use the most powerful locking spells know to wizards, nouvrir, which would be triggered by the code- word.
Draco flopped down on his bed, looking at his canopy above him, now it was a blood red color, with a dragon crying. He could change this at anytime, in an instant it could be back to it's original dark green with the Slytherin crest.
Many thoughts were running through the blond's head.
Why does father do this to me? Does he not love mother and me? I deserve to die. Everyone hates me at school. I have absolutely no friends. Those two imbeciles, Crabbe and Goyle were hired by father to keep me in check. He even put anti-tracking spells on their wands, so they could put the Cruciatus on me whenever they felt like it. They loved how I would squirm in pain, but never cry or whine. Malfoy's never cry, that's what I was taught. I could scream and holler as much as I liked, but cry, no, that's forbidden. "That'll get you another Cruciatus Draco." Father always told me. Then he always made me watch as he hurt mother too. That's why I do what I do now. I smoke whatever I want, even snort the finest cocaine I can find in the wizarding world. And punish myself; I deserve to be cut, to die a slow and painful death. Father always told me I was never up to the standards of being a Malfoy. So now I cut until blood wont come out anymore, then I'm quick to scourgify the blood off the carpet.
Draco dropped to his knees on his polar bear rug. He looked into the flames of his fireplace, and probably, being delusional, he saw razor blades, dancing in the flames, calling to him. "Use me, use me to cut! You don't deserve to live!" He shook his head back and forth, his white- blonde bangs getting into his eyes. He blinked, and looked back into the fire, he saw nothing, just flames burning a special log that his father bought, that would never stop burning.
Too much weed and vodka last night.
Draco went over to his bookshelf, filled with magic books, which could help complete any essay that a teacher assigned. He took out the book, "Seven Potions That Could Save Your Life" By Miranda Shirkshank and opened it. He turned the first six pages, and there was a compartment, that Draco dug out of the pages. He had another copy of this book in his school trunk, and thought of something creative to do with the other copy. Inside this mini cupboard, were a razor blade, gauze, and a black cotton terrycloth wristband, with a Muggle cartoon character on it, a baby named Stewie, yelling 'YOU IMBECILE!' Stewie, a baby who could talk and was planning to take over the world, was on a Muggle television show called Family Guy. Draco always put the wristcuff on over the gauze, so his new scars weren't as apparent.
He took the razor out of the book, and checked how sharp it was, He could still carve a pentagram into the hard cover of the book. He set the book back on the bookshelf, the gauze in easy reach. He pressed the blade into his milky white left wrist and ripped it across, digging deeper and deeper every time he slashed his wrists. The blood started to pour down his hand, and spilt on the plush green carpet underneath his feet. He stopped to look at his handy work; his whole arm had now turned red to the abuse it had been dealt. Red lines were still oozing blood; you could see the liquid easily, contradicting with his milky white skin.
He set down his blade, and ripped off a piece of gauze off the role with his teeth, he wrapped his wrist about five times, until nothing but white could be seen, he then taped it off with a simple adhesive charm he knew. He only used the gauze so he could see the scars later, and remember what he went through. He slipped the wristcuff over his wrist, covering all of the gauze, like nothing ever happened. He wiped the blade on his dark blue jeans to clean it, and slipped the rest of the roll of gauze, and his blade back into the book, shut it and put it back in it's same spot.
Since I can't cry, I'll use my blood as my tears.
His thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling up the stairs "Draco sweetie, dinnertime!"
He quickly muttered Scourgify, to clean the carpet, and opened the door, to walk down the stairs.
"Coming Mother!"
What his mother didn't know couldn't hurt her, he always thought.
A/N- Should I continue with this? I don't think it's any good. If people want me to continue with this, ill need at least 5 reviews. And if you review Ill give you a cookie!
love,
Jade xoxo
