I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! She wrote this chapter NOT me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledore's Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Only one more thing. (This is how BlackSilkenKitty wrote it)
ooo - changes completely.
iii - same time other place
sss - same place other time
aaa - same time and place; different person
"Bla…" - Speaking
'Bla…' - thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one.
:Bla…: - Parseltongue
«Bla…» - written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know in latter chapters
Sickness From Within Chapter 8 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
Harry blinked.
Empty? How could his vault be empty if the last time he had checked it was full?
"I'm sorry, but could you repeat that please?" he asked frowning in thought.
The Goblin looked at Harry strangely but didn't comment choosing to repeat his answer.
Harry blinked again and then closed his eyes feeling a slight panic attack rising from his guts. He felt numb from shock and the thoughts that were plaguing him weren't helping at all.
'If I haven't got money, I haven't a place to live and if I don't have a place to live I'll have to go back and…'
'NO!' he thought desperately, trying to keep his emotions in check and the memories from returning from their hiding place deep in Harry's mind.
"Sir?"
Harry wouldn't go back. He knew that much. He wouldn't go back to that place he should have called home… but he didn't. Where he got beaten because he wasn't like Muggles, because of every little mistake, because he was a freak…
"Sir!" the Goblin exclaimed peering down from the high table at the small boy.
But Harry didn't open his eyes. And now that the memories had been called forth they wanted to replay themselves… Memories of Vernon, with a scalding hot poker, Dudley throwing stones at him, while Harry was trying to protect himself as best as he could, in the corner of his 'room'. Hedwig… Petunia picking up the syringe, filling it with air and pushing the air into Hedwig's blood system. His most loyal friend and companion that had been there most of the times. His pet, his friend.
Most of his belongings burned, Sirius Firebolt with them. Memories came in a rush then, as if somebody had pressed a fast forward button making Harry see memories faster and making him feel all those things again in short time. The beatings, the starving, the abuse… and the memories slowed down, letting Harry breathe slightly. Until the worst memory came.
It had been night when it had happened. The night had been warm and dry; the stars had been shining brightly in the sky. It was silent in the Dursley household, no sound escaping from the people in it.
A creak, the slow sound of a door opening and heavy, but still measured steps where heard. And then a muffled yell.
Harry was in his bed when it almost happened, sleeping peacefully. It hadn't come that far. Harry had been saved by his aunt banging at his door to be quiet, making his Uncles hands stop on his body. Nothing had happened…not really. But enough had happened to scar him and the memory to burn into his mind. It hurt him, oh how it hurt him. He had been close to loose his innocence to the person he hated. It had been so close, but he hadn't lost what he wanted for his one true love to take.
He was gratefully scared. He gratefully burned the memory in his mind, so he remembered that he had something that was his. Gratefully innocent… if only slightly.
The sudden feel of hands on his arm jostled him out of his thought and memories but only put other memories and illusions in his mind.
The panic. The fear… had he returned to the place people thought was his home?
"Harry, Harry calm down, please! Harry?" someone cried, the voice coming from somewhere over him. A female voice, a nice voice, someone he remembered… and liked.
This voice was good, he could trust the voice, he knew…
"'Mione?"
And then, he knew no more.
/aaa/
I never knew what it would be like to see Harry Potter cry. And really, I don't think I will know… for quite some time. Well, I saw him cry of course. But that wasn't the Harry Potter I thought it was, this Potter was curled up, knees to his chest crying in Gringots. He didn't look like Potter though.
He was a small boy, around 5'4 feet with straight black hair and intense emerald eyes, not green, like Potters. He hadn't a scar and he was too pale, compared to the honey brown tone of the skin of the Potter I remembered. The only thing that had stayed the same, where those ugly glasses and the raven color of his hair. I wouldn't have recognized this fragile boy as Harry Potter if it weren't for that Mudblood Granger calling him.
The first thing that came to my mind when I finally accepted that, yes, that was Harry Potter and that, yes, he looked pretty different and, yes, he was having a break down in the middle of Gringots was:
What a show off!
I mean, who would break down in the middle of a public area?
And the second thought was:
'Shouldn't it be me trying to calm him down?'
Well, I had to try and befriend him somehow and this had been the perfect chance… the operative word being of course, had.
Damned that Mudblood, for ruining a perfect time for me to befriend Harry Potter.
I frowned as I saw Harry fall unconscious. What was his problem? Hadn't he got enough sleep?
And I remembered selected parts of the conversation the Dark Lord had had with me and father.
"Good… and Draco? Play nice. If I'm correct he won't receive you with open arms…"
…he won't receive you with open arms… Well, of course Harry wouldn't receiveme with open arms…we had been archrivals since ever!
Damn that Riddle for giving impossible tasks.
I frowned even more as l saw Granger and some other witch talk in low whispers until the witch apparently gave in, and levitated Potter out of the building. I wasn't sure if I should follow or not, but I did anyways, keeping in mind that my Lord would want information on Potters whereabouts and welfare.
I started trailing them out of Gringots, watching Potter, as he floated up and down at the side of the walking pair.
"Should we take him home?" Granger asked, casting a sidelong glance at the unconscious boy next to her.
The woman frowned, before giving an answer.
"No, your father doesn't want him there! And taking him home would be too obvious, especially for Dumbledore! We have to get him somewhere where nobody would suspect!" the woman said stopping in her tracks to look at the bushy haired girl trailing her.
Granger sighed. "Yes, Mum, but where?" she asked. Her mother smirked. "Let's ask that nice Death Eater that came over to our house!"
Granger gasped and I had to stifle a gasp as well. Death eaters had been to the granger household? To Muggles and mudbloods?
Wait a moment… If the Grangers where willing to give The-Boy-Who lived freely to a Death Eater than that meant…
Where they working for the Dark Lord… where they on my side?
"You mean, Lucius Malfoy?"
This time I did gasp… and had to hide from the searching looks from both of the female Grangers.
"Yes… that's him!" the older woman said, as soon as they thought they where safe…
Granger Junior nodded.
Her mother smiled sweetly and hugged her daughter briefly, before straightening back up and closing her eyes.
"Hermione, we're going to ask for our full memories back!" she stated nodding, as if approving of something.
Hermione smirked in triumph and took Potters hand in hers, holding it tightly to her before looking back at her mother.
"Do we go now to the Malfoys?" she asked as they resumed their walk to the 'Leaky Caldron', me following behind, aware of every word they said.
Grangers mother smirked in amusement and turned towards her daughter, Potter for the moment forgotten, floating next to her.
"No, sweetheart… let's give Draco a chance to understand all before we move in!" and with that she looked right at me. I glared back. I glared…
She smirked.
I didn't care. It was time I got some answers from my father!
Nodding in respect towards both Grangers, I turned towards the Leaky caldron to floo to Malfoy manor. I still didn't know what I thought of the Grangers, or the whole facts.
And I wouldreceive some facts now.
I didn't know, life could be so fucked up then.
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Author's Note: I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!