To Save A Savior
Category: Romance/Angst/Supernatural
Couple: SS/DM/HP maybe TR(LV)/HP and SS/TR/DM/HP (Whether or not I include Voldemort is up to you)
Warnings: BL, Yaoi, Shonen Ai, OOC, AUish, Abuse, Rape, Lemony goodness, threesomes, language, blah, blah, blah.
Rating: M for Mature
Summary: Harry soon finds that nothing is as it seems. Dark isn't evil and light isn't good. However, Harry no longer cares and finds himself walking down a path of depression. Who will be there to save a broken savior? Creature/mate/abused Harry fic. Sub!Abused!Fae!Harry SS/DM/HP, mpreg.
Disclaimer: Why the hell would I be writing fan fiction if I own it? If I did then it would be Yaoi throughout and the sexual tension between Draco and Harry would have already been taken care of. Don't you ever wonder what the authors thought about all the fan fiction and couples based on their works?
Should Tom be included as well?
Votes:
Tom: 16
No Tom: 10
I need more votes!
"Talk"
Thoughts/telepathic thoughts
'Parselmouth'
A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CHANGED! It did not make sense whenever I was rereading it to figure out what I should do with chapter 2 but hopefully it does now.
Chapter 1
Music blared and multi-color lights flashed as Harry Potter lost himself in everything that was the music. Guitars, drums, keyboards, the vocals, all of it made his pulse quicken and his blood to pound. It intoxicated him. He was drowning, it seemed and Harry loved every moment of it. Because for once in his lifetime he was free.
Harry often wondered what the Wizarding world would think about his nightly trips to a underground club. That would make quite the headline. 'Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Found Partying in a Underground Club.' or better yet, 'Boy-Who-Lived turned Party Boy!' or some other crap like it. They'd probably even accuse him of turning dark and betraying the light side. Hell, Ron would rant on about how Harry was aspiring to become the next Dark Lord and then Dumbledore would do something that would cause Harry's death. But did Harry care? Nope. He even found it amusing. To think all because of one unknown club an entire world would -falsely- accuse him of betrayal.
This club was what help keep him grounded, kept him from going ahead and offing himself. It was an underground club between the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. It catered to anyone and everyone who have had dreadful lives. It had no name but rather was known as The Club. It was a kind of place that the Ministry of Magic would destroy with no remorse or second thoughts. They wouldn't care that it had helped hundreds of creatures and humans alike, that without The Club the MoM would have a colossal problem upon their hands.
The Club was a safe haven for dark creatures; for vampires, incubi, and succubae it was a feeding ground that they could rely on, for everyone it was a place where they could mingle and perhaps find future mates. It was also a safe haven for humans, muggle and magical. Some of the muggles were aware of who or what they were with and others were ignorant of what those around them were. For Harry it was a place where they could get away from his abusive relatives and he could be himself. What few wizards and witches that came here barely batted an eye at him. The Club was a place where he wasn't some savior, the boy-who-lived, the one to conquer Voldemort, and all the other stupid titles he's received over the past years. To them he was just Harry the artist.
Harry the artist was what he was known as. He actually design and painted many of the murals in The Club. On many nights when he wasn't dancing, at the bar, getting high, or hiding in his secret place, he was painting. Art had the same effect on him that music did. It helped him forget and kept him grounded to what little reality he had left.
Harry sighed as he felt another body pressed against his own. Arms wrapped around him as they both swayed to the music. The person blew on his neck and with their best Dracula impression said, "I vant to drink your blood" before chuckling like a crazed person.
Harry sighed before grinning, "Hello, Diana. So, how have things been?"
Diana was one of the oldest and most powerful vampires in the world and the creator of The Club. She had saved him the summer after the Chamber of Secrets. That was the summer he first let the music take over. It was also the first summer that Vernon used him. She was like a sister to Harry; one he could actually trust.
"Fine. How I've missed Japan! It was still beautiful, just the way I remembered it. I was even able to visit my birthplace! It was almost exactly like I left it" Diana was originally born in Japan and every so often she would go to see what became of her birth place. "One of these days, I am going to take you with me."
Harry laughed as Diana led him to the bar. "I'd love to come. Maybe I'll even stay." Just as long as it was far away from England and the Wizarding world. "Maybe I'll get a career as an artist. What'd ya think?"
"Yea, you could become a manga-ka!" Diana exclaimed. Harry smiled at that. Diana had showed him the wonderful world of manga and anime. Becoming a manga-ka actually sounded fun.
"That sounds like a good idea, I could write stories based on my life." Harry was slowly drawn into a world of story possibilities. He could make his own ending. "Maybe I'll try some romance?"
Diana squealed at the prospect. She rubbed her hands in glee before grabbing a few glasses. "Maybe some yaoi? What do you want to drink?"
Harry blushed at the mention of that…that….He shuddered. Diana had forced him to read that. Diana had wanted to proved for once and for all to prove that he was indeed gay. It worked. Harry was horrified and aghast -wouldn't Snape be so proud that Harry was using such big words- and yet he just couldn't look away. It sucked him in.
"The usual." Harry avoided the first question. He didn't even want to touch it with a hundred meter pole. Diana mixed their drinks and sat down beside Harry.
"What about the yaoi?" Diana inquired, taking a sip of her drink.
"Maybe…maybe not, depends." Harry said dismissively. There was no way he was giving her a straight answer. He wouldn't deny that it was highly Slytherin of him but he really didn't want to think about it.
"You're not going to give me a straight answer, are you?" Diana deflated. She was hoping for some yaoi but it appeared that Harry was not going to give her any. "So disappointing…"
Harry grinned. "…perhaps…" Diana may have been around for more then a thousand years but she still acted like a teenager.
Diana cursed under her breath. "You have no idea of how similar you are to both Godric and Salazar….You are like the perfect cross between Gryffindor and Slytherin." And did he mention that she knew the four founders of Hogwarts. "Me thinks you should have been in Slytherin instead."
He could only wished. "yea…" Harry sighed. It wasn't the first time he regretted telling the Sorting Hat to put him in Gryffindor, regretted that he didn't take Draco's offer of friendship; but what's done is done and there is no use in thinking about the past.
"Hey! Don't you go and turn emo on me!" Diana huffed.
Harry only smirked and pulled up his sleeves showing the many, angry-looking slashes on his wrists. "Been there, done that" He could have sworn that he heard two harsh intakes of breaths but chose to ignore it, probably just some newbies.
Diana pouted. "You shouldn't waste such valuable blood. How are your injuries?"
Harry laughed. Diana did hate it when he cut himself but what can he say? Its second nature. " Can't feel a thing. Besides shouldn't you be feeding off some incubus or helpless human?"
Diana giggled before replying, "Or I could feed off of you." She went to nip at his neck, her fangs grazing the spot where his shoulder met with his neck. However, before she went to bite into the vein she shivered and instantly pulled away. "Ano…or I could find someone else….Hehehe." Diana turned serious. "Anyway, there are a few potions up in the cabinet for you. And please tell me your not using that again? Pain is there for a reason and deliberetly blocking it could make things go from bad to worse easily."
Harry was confused. It wasn't often that Diana would stuttered or shaky about anything. Owlishly blinking, he asked, "Are you sure?" He could have sworn it got ten degrees cooler. He wanted to avoid the question about that as much as he wanted to get away from his relatives but alas it was not happening.
"Harry..."Diana growled out warningly. "Do you even know what you are doing to yourself?"
Harry hung his head in guilt. "It's just for a couple more of weeks. Don't worry, I'll stop once I get out of there."
"Just be careful, please. I don't want to find you more dead than alive again. Anywho I suppose you should go home before your relatives -she spat the word out like it was a curse- wake up. Bye, otouto." She got up to leave and possibly stalk her food but not before implanting a kiss onto his cheek. "If anything happens, just call."
Harry nodded. "Bye, Diana. Will you take care of my stuff?" His stuff was his art supplies that he had absolutely no desire for his relatives to find. He also trusted her with clothes that actually -somewhat- fit, his school supplies, Hedwig, and anything else that was important to him.
"Yep! You better go and get changed."
"Kay, bye Diana" Harry left to go to the back room. He went from wearing a one-size-too-big button up shirt, tight, black button-up vest, black pants, and knee-high buckle combat boots to a threadbare grey shirt, a plain black three-sizes-too-big hoodie, and far too big jeans with some ratty tennis shoes.
He was grateful for the potions Diana had left for him. There was a pepper-up, one to reduce infection, a blood replenisher, and one to mend bones among others that should make sure he doesn't end up dead. He quickly took the pepper-up and blood replenisher. The others would wait for when his relatives would leave so that he would have some actual time to relax and let the potions work their magic.
While he was dressing Harry noticed that it was 4:33 in the morning which meant that he had about an hour and a half before his relatives were up and moving. It gave him plenty of time to take the scenic route and get started on his chores before he had to make breakfast.
Sighing, Harry carefully made his way to the outside world. He made his way to an alcove that he was pretty sure that only he knew about. It has been long since covered up by overgrowth but still it was beautiful. A crystal clear stream was surrounded by plants of all kinds and the trees created a perfect view of the full moon. The stream had an old, decaying bridge that ran across its seven foot length. It was a bridge that he took often to get to his so-called home.
Smiling, Harry jumped softly onto the bridge's cast-iron railing. It was few moments like this that truly felt at peace. He was often saddened by the fact that the creek was to shallow and the bridge to low for him to kill himself. Suicide it seemed was the only chance for him to have eternal peace but he did not act upon that thought. Something always stopped him. Most of the time it was Diana and other times it was a voice. A deep baritone that sent shivers down his spine but was also different like it was two separate people on separate occasions and then it was The Club. He could talk to Diana and get her help when Vernon took it too far.
Harry was abruptly torn away from his musing when he lost his footing upon the rail. Things appeared to be in slow motion as he fell, arms in front of him shielding his head from impact, onto the iron surface of the bridge only to land on something strangely soft and breathing.
The something groaned. "Bloody hell!" That something sounded strangely similar to a certain blonde he knew, however; as he was near blind with his glasses -that fell off when he had tripped- he couldn't see if it was him.
Harry squinted to try and attempt to see who it was that he landed on. "Draco?…Is that you?"
"What the hell? Were you trying to get yourself killed?" The blonde yelled obviously mad at Harry's so-called suicide attempt.
Yep, definitely Draco.
"Nope!" Harry grinned as he sat up.
Draco sighed in annoyance before sitting up himself and grasping onto Harry for dear life. Harry was ok, alive, and that was all Draco could wish for at the moment. But that was before he took in his mate's state. His mate, his Harry, was hurt and suffering and…and…all he wanted to do was take Harry away from the place that has hurt him so.
Draco couldn't ignore the injuries that Harry was obviously hiding for he felt them too. It may have only been a fraction of what his mate felt but it was still there and it only made the veela worried even more.
Calm down, my dragon. You will scare him.
But, he's hurt. Sev, we have to take him with us. Can't you feel it? His soul is in anguish. He needs our help and I refuse, Sev, to leave him alone.
Very well then, but first you must explain to Harry what is going on.
Don't you think I already know that? Draco cut off the connection to Snape only to find that, yes, he was indeed scaring Harry.
Harry had no idea of what was going on. One minute he was attempting to chat with Draco and the next said blonde was hanging on him for dear life. "Draco? What's wrong?"
"We need to talk, Harry. But first we need to do something about your injuries."
Harry's eyes widen when Draco said that. How did he know about his injuries? What did they need to talk about? Harry backed up to where his back hit the railing. He put up a façade of obliviousness and responded with an even tone. "Injuries? I don't know what you're talking about."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made him cold thinking of how Harry could lie so easily and that he would have believed him if it weren't for the fact that he was his soul mate. "You're lying, Harry. Do not even try to deny it. You are in need of medical help and I refuse to let that need go unanswered."
Harry knew that tone. He knew that regardless of what he does, Draco already knew. How much the blonde knew was a question Harry was afraid to ask. Did he know of the abuse, the rape he goes through? Did he know that Harry was treated no better then a slave? Did he know that he often cut himself just to be rid of the pain that Vernon put him through?
"….How?…" Harry was tempted to let the mask completely break away but was afraid that if he broke down now then….only Merlin knows what would happen. He didn't want to break down. He's survived this long, he can make it a little longer.
That what you said the last time you wanted to break down and the time before that and the time before that. A little voice whispered in his head. It was true. He always told himself that he could make it a little longer. Again and again he pushed on. If he broke down then he would finally acknowledge that he was broken.
Draco wanted to cry out when he heard Harry's frail voice. "How is a question for another day but what is one for right now. What exactly happened?" His voice was stern in the question. "I will not except any lies."
"I don't want to talk about it." It was obvious that Draco knew only of the injuries and he had no desire for Draco to know anything else.
This time Draco really did cry out. Once again Draco went back to squeezing the daylights out of his younger mate.
Suddenly Harry felt tired. It was as though something that weighed too much was taken off of his shoulders. For once he felt himself welcome the oncoming embrace of sleep. "…Please….Draco…" He wrapped his arms around the blonde's head and felt himself go limp.
"Harry, don't worry, you're safe." Draco cooed in his love's ear. He used his veela allure to calm Harry down to the point where he would sleep and be at peace. All can be explained when he wakes up.
He's asleep, Sev.
So I've gathered. Have you explained to him of what was happening?
No. He needed rest. I didn't want to upset him more then what he was.
Perhaps that was best. I'll meet you at the manor.
You're not coming with us?
No, there are a few things I wish to investigate. Go on without me and owl Poppy. She will know what to do.
Won't she tell Dumbledore about us?
No, she can be trusted. Now go, my dragon.