Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter

Disclaimer: No, no matter how I wish the actual story to be mine, it's not. I am merely borrowing the setting and characters to spun my own tale.

Harry Potter deem himself to be a good person that is merely too often messed by fate. He just got fed up with the abuse of that damned family of his one day and rushed out like a bloody Gryffindor that he is without any belonging with a heavily abused body out in the pouring rain. Needless to say, he didn't got really far. Out of desperate will to save his rapidly deteriorating life, Harry attempted something he never tried before- Animagi transformation. He succeed, but barely alive with his magic severely damaged.

Draco came along and saved him in his most vulnerable state while knowing nothing of his real identity. Under the pretense of a bloody animal familiar, the Golden Boy unexpectedly found a side of Draco he never knew before…

WARNING: CONTAIN SLASH OF HP/DM

Author Comments: Aha! I knew it was here somewhere! Be grateful, this is the second-to-first novel I updated since I moved…Moving is an experience that is…unforgettable no matter how many times I did it…

Best read along with 'Come Clean' by Hilary Duff

As I promised to all my readers, every fifty valid reviews, I'll automatically update a chapter for your support. I've got quite a few stories going on at the same time and also have a few ideas…so if you are not planning to review, it may be quite a while before I update…

Chapter 2

It is raining cats and dogs, Harry thought fleetingly as he stumble along the sidewalk. He can hardly see where he is going through the tumbling mess made of pouring rain and his severely smeared, blurring glasses.

Where, where am I? He struggle to think past the cloud of pain and confusion that seems to cling and stick to his mind stubbornly and failed miserably.

So, so cold…Harry thought weakly, he can feel his limbs numbing to the point he is barely conscious of his movement. He knew he is not going to last long out here by the rate his body heat or whatever there still is are escaping. His teeth start clattering against his will. I am so cold…

He drag his battered body forward, clutching his broken ribs to lessen the impact of every single steps made. Doesn't matter, got to get away…his movement consists purely of small jerky, mechanic steps. How much longer will I last? He thought briefly before turning away from this grim thought and focus back on reality. It hurts so bad…his entire mind is numbing, slowing down in an increasing speed. No, no…Focus, he scold himself weakly, left, right, left…just keep going…you don't want to be found by anyone because they are only going to send you back into that hellhole, remember? Just keep walking…

He let out a sharp chuckle and gasp against the unexpected pain resulting from his unwise action. Great, now I am talking to myself. His spilt lips stretched to form a wide surreal, self-mocking smile. Who would have known? The great Harry Potter who is abused to death by his muggle relatives and have no one to talk to besides himself. He snorted silently, this time mindful of his multiple wounds. Pathetic.

This world is crazy… Harry let his mind wander to keep himself from thinking his current situation too deeply and lose his will to continue fighting. Distorted thoughts skirt around his mind, leading one to another. Don't Dumbledore know? Are they searching for me? What would they do if I was found? What would Padfoot has done if he was still alive? The illusion quickly shattered in the face of reality. Nothing, I bet, just as Remus as done because it is the idea of the great Dumbledore they all so blindly trust in…who I once so blindly trust in… His head droop at the thought, his harsh breathing resounding louder than ever in his ears.

No, no, think about more happier thoughts… For once, Harry Potter found himself at a loss, there are so few actual happiness in his life…at least, friends…He struggles to form a smile at the thought and feint happiness but failed miserably. The times of being cared for and carefree laughter seem like a million years away from him right now… What are Hermione and Ron doing right now? He wonder as he struggle to take his mind off his robotic body. Are they still sitting together in the same chair, laughing and talking with their friends and exchanging doting, loving glances every now and then as they have in the last quarter of school? Loneliness creep up on him and doubts made its entrance into his mind. Truthfully, has any of them really, for once, actually cared for me? He bit down hard on his lips. At the end, they are just like the rest of the wizarding world. He is, nothing to them more than a symbol of hope and strength. No one has once actually wanted nor tried to understand him, the scared, lonely little boy inside, and no one would ever probably in his lifetime…

He shake his head weakly, don't think that. But his mind is not willing to let him slide so easily, a secret part of him awoke and asked him in broken whispers, haven't you always known in the past? Why start now? Just pretend you haven't notice, don't know and continue to be the boy every person look up to and love as you always have before…Harry choke down the urge to break down and cry, haven't I always? Be brave, confident, and responsible for everyone even when I am not? All I ever wanted was someone to know and care for the real me, to love the little frightened being behind the mask…Was it too much to ask? All I ever wanted was someone to love and be loved, is that not possible? The urge is increasingly hard to suppress, he can feel his eyelids heating, every single person I have met, I tried to do my best for all of them in hope of only little of that to be returned, only not to disappoint…I have done all that I can… why must I be alone every single time? Why can't someone stop for me for once?

Every steps became a struggle for his exhausted body as he slowly lose his will to fight. The only thing supporting him right now is his will but even that is slowly waning…

Harry released a whimper, it hurts so bad. All the pain…he cradle his broken arm to himself as a useless attempt to feint off the encountering pain. Every steps become heavier as the pouring rain soak his petite frame, soaking the last of what is remained of his body heat and weighting him down with what he call clothes. His surrounding swarm before his eyes as he attempted to continue.

His normally wild and unkempt hair is now paste entirely to his skull, obscuring his pale, shaken face. The baggy hand-me-downs clung to every line of his body , succeeding only in chilling him to his bones and turning his lips blue. Harry's widely-known bad eyesight is worse than ever, everything around him is mow blurred and mashed into a patch of meaningless colors.

In the midst of haze, Harry stepped into a hidden puddle and feel the rest of the world fall away from him.

Reality seems to fade away. He listen quietly to the sound of his frantic, weak heartbeat pounding in his ears like the fluttering beats of fragile baby bird, and turn his glaze upward to the gray sky with his wide, unseeing eyes, unblinking in the rapid fall of rains.

Harry laid there silently as rains continue to fall, seeping through his body, chilling every bones and muscles that he had. He never felt his existence so clearly before.

Blood coursing through his body as his heart is trying its hardest to continue pumping. Harry couldn't stop his lips from trembling. Is this the end? He asks himself silently. So is this where the Golden boy shall fall? He weakly chuckled, the humorless sound quickly stifled among the cloaking noise of rain. Insanity bubbled up within him. So where are they now? Their savior, sore hope, laying on the ground, dying slowly. Where are they now? Years of manipulation are all coming to an end…

He can feel his wild magic rising up to the surface to sustain his injuries as it always have in the past, trying franticly to heal him up. But the massive blood lost, freezing temperature, and lack of incantation prove to be his downfall. His magic is slowly failing, Harry can literally feel his life slipping away. The clock is ticking. Death is steadily approaching, the shadow of fear finally settled in his mind. Every breath is becoming a struggle. Is this truly going to be the end? Is this how my life shall end? There was no answer as he lay there powerlessly, eyes slowly closing…

…No, no, I want to live…This isn't suppose to be the way to go. His eyes snapped open with a start, once again filled with life, a determined glint shining in his emerald eyes. He bit down hard on his lips, I want to live! There are so many things I have yet to do…I want to live! To be given a chance to live for myself! He silently plead to any deity that may be listening. I want to live.

His steadily falling magic flare and rose up in as a roaring tide, flooding his body. Harry knew this is not going to last long but he is willing to take any chances at this point. Just a little longer…His body is too large for his magic to fully take effect…In the midst of his sudden courage, He finally took a step he never attempted to took before. Please, let this work. He begged as he direct his magic to complete his wish as he was told.

He turned himself into an animal.

Harry can feel the transformation clearly, all his surrounding seems much larger right now. He had succeed! At the very next moment, his heart sank. His remaining magic is not enough to heal him up, he has used up too much energy…Am I destined to die here? He asked himself as he pour the very last drop of his magic in the gasping hole of his body. He can feel his conscious fainting already.

Just as he fall into the realm of darkness, he felt his tiny body being picked up and cradle in the palm of a much larger being. A trickle of warmth first seep into his body, and then a flood of magic. He took it all in, greedily, knowing he won't have to die no longer. The foreign magic continue to flood into his lithe body and he soak it in like a sponge, directing it to heal all his bloody wounds and strengthen his heart beat.

It's owner never said anything but increased the flow and continue to pour magic into him. Harry never felt as loved as he was at that moment, he is, finally, being cared for selflessly for the first time in his life. A sense of connection and bond was formed as their magic merged into one.

Harry's magic began to built up rapidly as the connection between them deepen as he continue to take in the other being's magic and merge it with his own. Harry struggle to open an eyelid as he hear the stranger gasp, he can feel that the stranger has injuries of his own and is soon running out of available magic due to the rate he is taking it away from him. He gave him a half apologetic, half chasting glance and focus in reversing the flow. All his own life threatening wounds are healed to the point past danger already, he can handle the rest. How can he let someone care for him that much hurt when he don't have to?

Harry force all his magic that he just built up back through to the stranger and directed it to heal and strengthen his body, his own wounds forgotten. The moment the flow of magic is reversed, Harry can feel the fain presence of connection materialized and took root. He withheld his shock of being bind to another being and focus on throwing all his magic over to the other side, he can think about the meaning of this later.

As Harry is finally satisfied with the completion of his task, he immediately feel the attack of waves of dizziness and tiredness. The string he held taunt all along is, at last. loosen.

The last thing he remember he saw before falling to the embrace of darkness is a pair of the most beautiful, striking silver blue eyes he ever saw looking down upon him with overwhelming concern, joy, pride, and most of all, something he never expected to be one day directed to him - love.