"Severus Snape." Harry held the mirror up to his face as he called the name.
"Harry?"
Harry let out a choked sob. "H-he had hundreds. Hu-hundreds of pi-pictures."
"Ssh, Harry, you need to calm down. Breathe."
Harry took a deep breath. "I got home and they were going to make me stay in the cupboard again and lock all my stuff up. So I made Aunt Petunia shut up so she knew not to mess with me and then I went to go see Uncle Vernon and tell Aunt Petunia what he had been doing. I p-pulled out the pictures and there were hundreds of them. He took some when I didn't even know he did!"
"Harry where are you?"
"I didn't even remember some of them. Th-there were other people in some of them. Other people t-touching m-me and – Oh God it was so h-horrible."
"Harry! Calm. Down. You're going to hyperventilate if you do not calm your breathing down."
Harry took another deep breath. "I cast a spell on him. I don't even think it exists. I just said the words that came to me and when I spoke them they came out in Latin and I don't even know Latin. I left Petunia up there to watch."
"Where are you?" Severus asked more slowly, clearly trying to calm himself down.
"The park down the street. I don't want to stay here Sev, please don't make me stay here. I can't stay in that house anymore."
"I'll send someone Harry. I promise you."
Harry nodded as more tears fell down his face. "I love you Sev."
"I love you too Harry. Someone will be there shortly."
Severus Snape was livid. If there was ever a moment when he wanted to kill Albus Dumbledore, this would be it. Severus knew asking the old man to go down there would be a pointless endeavor. But he had promised to send someone. The Granger girl was out of the question. Her parents, being Muggles, would never let her go so far out of her way. Severus knew Harry didn't have very many friends who else could he-
Severus walked over to the Floo and threw in some powder. "Malfoy Manor." He stepped into the flames and disappeared.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in the library at his house studying the Dark Arts Book his father had given him when his Uncle Severus walked though.
"Where is your father?"
"I-I'm not sure. Are you okay?" The blonde asked taking in the frustrated man's appearance.
"Will you be missed?"
Draco shook his head and sat his book down. "What's going on?"
"A fellow Slytherin needs you." Snape said purposely.
Draco's eyes widened. "Where is he?"
Severus wrote down a street name. "Take the knight bus to that street. There is a park at the end of it. He is there. Hurry."
Draco nodded and grabbing his wand walked of the grounds of the manor.
Harry Potter hurt. He felt so dirty, used. How could they let that happen to him! How could they let him be hurt like that? They expected him to save them all but when he needed salvation he was thrown out to the wolves.
"Harry?"
Harry's head jerked up at the aristocratic voice. "Malfoy."
Draco looked at the pained expression on the boys face. "What happened?"
Harry stood and motioned for Draco to follow him. The two walked together in silence until they reached Harry's house.
"Follow me and don't say anything." Harry led the way in and up the stairs until they were outside his Uncles room. "He took the pictured in here." Harry opened the door.
Malfoy's eyes widened at the site. A man, he assumed was Harry's Uncle laid motionless on the bed covered in blood and black bruises while a horse-faced woman looked on in shock at the still body.
"Go," Harry said pointing Petunia out. The woman obeyed and was gone in seconds.
"Harry, what happened?"
The raven-haired boy just bent over and picked up the shiny images that were laid forgotten on the floor. "I don't even remember some of these," he said emotionless. "He had others." Harry handed the glossy images to the other boy.
Draco gasped in horror at the images. A younger – much younger – Harry was shown in several different positions. Some with just Harry and others with older men touching him. "Harry…"
"Since I was nine."
Draco flipped to a particularly vulgar one and gasped.
"You would think I would remember being raped," Harry said when he looked at the picture Draco was now holding. "I don't."
Draco couldn't believe it. The injustice was a stabbing, throbbing thing in his heart. He had been abused. His father had made him do… crude acts but never that. A Wizard's virginity was a sacred thing. Even Malfoy's father respected that knowledge. Draco turned away from the images that were now burned into the back of his mind. "That never should have happened to you."
"You're right," Harry said as he walked to the side of his uncle's bed. He leaned towards the darkened body and tentatively touched a rib sticking out from the man's chest. "But it did and no one saved me. Uncle Severus would have if it weren't for Dumbledore." Harry leaned away from the body. "Why should I save them? Evanesco." The body that had been Vernon Dursley was now gone. Harry turned to face Malfoy. "Why?"
Draco stared wide-eyed at the empty space of bed. "You shouldn't," was all Malfoy said.
Harry looked down at the empty space of bed. "You're right. I shouldn't." He walked away from the bed to the door. "I have a few new rules I need to enforce around here. Are you coming?"
Draco followed without hesitation. Who was he to tell one of the most powerful eleven-year-old wizards no?