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Speaking

Thoughts

Chapter 2: What the fuck was that?

Harry was awoken from his dreams of a blond-haired, white-winged angel by harsh knocking on his bedroom door.

"BOY! Get up and unlock this blasted door." His uncle snapped. Harry groaned as he dragged his pain filled body off his bed and towards the door. He unlocked the door, letting it swing open as he took four quick steps back, putting him out of arms reach of his uncle. Harry blinked up at Vernon owlishly, his surroundings blurred. ' I can't see a bloody thing without my glasses.' Harry thought grumpily, wishing that he could just use magic to repair them.

"We're going out." Vernon growled, glaring at Harry with hate filled eyes.

"We?" Harry repeated confused. Harry was rarely allowed out of the house unless it was to do chores. Fetch the groceries, or leave for Hogwarts and, with the exception of Dudley's eleventh birthday, he was never allowed to go anywhere with the Dursley's.

"We, as in Petunia, Dudley and I. We are going to be gone all day. There is a list of chores on the kitchen counter that had better be done by the time we get home or you won't be having any meals for a week. Understood?" Vernon snarled. Harry nodded his head quickly. Vernon grunted then turned and stomped his way downstairs. Harry could make out the blurry figures of Petunia and Dudley waiting at the bottom of the steps. He glared at his hateful relatives before closing his door. Harry walked stiffly back to his bed and sank back onto it with a sigh. His whole body ached and he was still so tired. In an attempt to take his mind of his he pain he let it wonder to his strange but comforting dream. Harry had been on this vast bed of green silk sheets and warm, soft blankets, sobbing like he couldn't when he was awake because crying earned you a harsh beating. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared this… 'Angel.' Harry decided. Only an angel had wings white as fresh December snow and could look that heartbreakingly beautiful. He remembered the way the angel had wrapped his arms protectively around him as he cried, how the angel had cooed softly in his ear until he had calmed down. 'But what did the angel mean?' Harry mused silently. 'Was that angel really searching for him? If he was then why now after years of pain at the hands of his so called family? Why did he suddenly matter? And what did he mean when he had called himself my dominant?" Harry let his thoughts circle each other for a few minutes before sighing and pushing them away. Harry sat up feeling depression settle deep in his heart.

"Thoughts like that are completely useless." He told himself firmly. "It was just a dream. No way could I ever be that lucky." 'Just take Cedric and Sirius for example." He thought sighing sadly before forcing his body up, gathering his clothes, and heading to the bathroom to shower. Harry peeled off his bloodied clothes and put them in the hamper before turning the water on. He stared at himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to warm, noticing how bad he really looked. 'Wonder what they would say if they could see their hero now.' Harry thought dejectedly, his cuts and bruises standing out on his pale, thin body.

"Because all I see is a skinny little nobody who can't even save himself." He murmured felling incredibly sorry for himself. Suddenly Harry gasped as feeling of anger, sadness, and love flooded him. He froze as the foreign feelings rose up inside him, making his heart ache with their intensity, before disappearing just as quickly.

"What the fuck was that?" Harry breathed as he blinked rapidly. Shaking his head he pushed the strange occurrence to the back of his mind with the dream and stepped under the spray of water. Harry had to bite his lip hard to keep from screaming when the hot water splashed down onto his open wounds.

"Fuck!" He hissed through clenched teeth as he scrubbed the blood and sweat from his body. He watched as the water turned red with his blood before spiraling down the drain. Finished with his shower Harry turned off the water as he stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and slowly slipped into his clothes trying not to aggravate his wounds. Harry made his way slowly downstairs and to the kitchen where he poured himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. After eating, washing his dishes, and putting them away he picked up the long list of chores off the counter.

"Dust, vacuum, mop, other random things that don't need to be done…" Harry sighed as the list went on and on. "This is gonna be a long day." And with that cheerful statement Harry pushed up the sleeves of his overly large shirt, got the duster. 'I wish you were real angel so you can save me from this hell.' Harry thought as he got started on the multitude of chores his aunt had set for him.

"You are sure it was a male?" Severus asked. Draco growled and glared at his godfather.

"My mate is not an it." He snarled. "And for the fifteenth time, yes he is a male!"

"And you don't know who it was?" Narcissa asked ignoring her son's angry tone.

"No." was the short, irritated reply.

"All you remember is that they had black hair and green eyes?" Lucius said.

"If any of you ask me any of those questions again I swear to Salazar that I'll…" He trailed of with a threatening glare.

"We're just trying to understand so that we may help you." Narcissa said.

"I don't know how I could possibly make this any clearer." Draco snarled through gritted teeth. "YES my mate is a MALE. NO I do NOT know who he is. And ALL I REMEMBER is that he has black hair and green eyes." He explained for the sixteenth time since they had woken him up. 'Well those and the scars but they don't need to know about that yet.' He thought to himself. He was the dominant so he would take care of it. His mother, father and Severus looked at him silently for a moment then Severus opened his mouth.

"So you are positive that it was male?" He asked successfully keeping the amusement out of his voice.

"ARGH!" Draco shouted in frustration as he jumped out of his chair. He had been woken from his dreams of his mate, dragged to the library, and questioned nonstop about his mate. Needless to say his patience was pretty much nonexistent at this point.

"I can't do this anymore!" He snapped as he stalked towards the library doors.

"Where are you going Dragon?" Narcissa asked bemused as the adults followed the fuming teen into the hallway.

"To the kitchen to eat since certain people saw it fit to drag me out of bed and to the library without any breakfast." He said haughtily ignoring the amused snorts from behind him. Suddenly Draco stumbled and dropped to his knees, right hand on his chest over his aching heart, as feeling of despair, self-loathing, and worthlessness washed over him. He knew immediately what was happening and understood that his mate was feeling this way at this exact moment.

"Draco!" Lucius' sharp voice rang out in concern for his son. Draco ignored his father in favor of sending waves of love down the bond that he and his mate already shared. Although he was trying hard to send only positive feelings he could not keep out his sadness at his inability to help his mate more and anger that his mate was abused in such a manner and hoped the feelings would not make his mate feel worse. Thoughts of sweet revenge filled his mind after the feelings disappeared until he was brought back to reality by a stinging slap. The force of the blow had his head snapping to the left and his right cheek throbbing painfully.

"What the fuck was that!" Draco snapped glaring at his mother, who looked ready to slap him again, as he gingerly touched his burning cheek.

"Your eyes went pure silver." Severus said softly, eyes dark with worry. Draco froze in understanding. When a Veelas eyes turned pure silver someone was about to die rather agonizingly. Pure silver eyes were the sign of a fully enraged Veela and when they got far enough into their fury they eliminated whatever had enraged them so in the first place.

"What made you so furious Draco?" Narcissa asked in concern. Draco hesitated, debating on whether he should tell them more about his mate or not. 'If I tell them they will help me find my mate faster and he would be safe sooner.' Draco reasoned with himself.

"Scars." He blurted out. "His body is covered in scars and bruises and burn marks. They beat him! His family," He spat as if it was the most disgusting word he had ever had the displeasure to utter, "Abuses him and from what could tell it happens often." Tears of anguish threatened to overflow from his eyes as he confided in his family.

"Oh Draco." Narcissa breathed sadly as she wrapped her arms around her distraught son. She met her husband's furious gray eyes and they both silently vowed to help their son find his mate as quickly as possible. Lucius looked over at Severus who nodded in agreement of the unspoken promise. This boy, whoever he was, was Draco's mate. This means he was practically a Malfoy already. He belonged to Draco as much as Draco belonged to him, and nobody abused what belonged to a Malfoy and got away with it. Draco was aware of the silent communication going on around him and smirked in cold satisfaction. They would find his mate soon and when they did those disgusting monsters who dared to hurt his precious mate would pay dearly with their lives.

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