Chapter 6: The rescue

The long awaited chapter! Harry and Draco finally come together! Although the situation is heartbreaking. I cried while writing this. I truly wish it didn't have to happen but that's just the way the story came out on paper. Sorry if it offends anyone in any way. RAPE SCENE in this chapter. Very little compared to the other one but still…

(Same day as chapter four and five just…you know, later in the evening.)

For a whole month Draco had been feeling short, harsh stabs of pain. Random bruises would appear on his body, his face, his arms, his ribs. It had gotten so bad that his mother and father had forced him to take dreamless sleep potion at night because he was to stressed over his mate to get proper sleep and every day of that month his rage and despair had been steadily increasing. And pretty soon he was going to snap because those scars and bruises were coming from his mate and what Draco got was only one-fourth of what his mate was receiving. Someone was hurting Draco's mate and when he found the filthy scum they would be dead, the nobody-could-possibly-identify-the-body-as-ever-having-been-human type of dead. It didn't help that he had been so close to his mate in Diagon Alley and had been unable to reach him either.

Draco had been given a calming drought a few minutes after he had apparated out of Diagon Alley and could now sit still instead of pace like a lunatic. Draco was in the library with his mother and father when it happened .They had finished dinner a while ago and had gathered for a quiet night. His father was sitting at a table looking over documents for the Ministry and his mother was softly playing the piano. Draco was curled up on the window seat, a potions book open in his lap. All was, mostly, quiet as Narcissa soft playing was trailing to its end. So Draco's gasp of pain was loud enough to hear. It felt like one of his ribs had been broken and he clutched at his side, hunching over in attempt to alleviate some of the pain.

"My Dragon!" Mother cried as she rushed over. "What ails you?" Draco looked up at his parents, tears filling his eyes.

"It hurts! They're hurting him again. This is the worst it's ever been." Draco hissed in pain. Bruises and cuts began to appear all over his body and he cried out not because of the pain it caused him, that was of little importance, but if Draco hurt this much then his mate must be a thousand times worse! Draco screamed because his mate desperately needed him and he could not help them, it was like a physical blow to his heart. Draco's cries suddenly tapered off and a peculiar expression stole across his face. He shifted, ignoring the extra pain that came along with the action, as he felt something…foreign. He concentrated on the feeling and dread settled into his stomach when he felt something ghost against his entrance through his pants.

"NO!" Draco screamed, jumping up. His eyes were wide in horror and fear as he looked around, frantically trying to come up with a plan. "Not that! Please Merlin anything but this!" He sobbed.

"Draco? Draco What-" Lucius was cut off by a menacing snarl.

"They're RAPING HIM!" Draco howled, anguish obvious in his voice. He ignored the horrified gasp that came from his mother and the furious snarl that was from his father and focused every fiber of his being on his mate. An address popped into his head and he looked up at his father.

"Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey." Draco snapped before apparating straight through the wards around the manor, shattering them in the process.

Draco hit a barrier just outside of his destination and fell to the ground. With an irritated growl he jumped up and slammed his hands against the barrier separating him from his mate. Draco focused and pushed, sending his magic rocketing into the ward and shattering it to pieces. Twin pops on either side of him told him that his parents had arrived. Draco only nodded his head before racing forward. The house he was focused on appeared normal except for the bars on a second story window and the screams it seemed only he could here coming from within. Draco pulled his wand and blasted the door open so he would not have to pause before rushing into the house.

"Stop! Please, I'll be good! I swear! No! NO! Oh God please! Someone please help me!" Draco's heart froze at the terrified screams and raced towards the voice.

"Emerald! Emerald where are you?" Draco shouted as he passed two muggles. He barely glanced in their direction where they stood cowering into a corner before racing upstairs.

"KILL ME!"

The anguished cry ripped through Draco and with a sob he threw open the first door he came upon stumbling into a bathroom and froze. On the floor in front of me was a small, skinny, naked boy being pressed harshly into the tiled floor. Draco could only stare, horrified and rooted to the spot as a large whale of a man slammed himself forcefully into the boy, hips snapping forward as he grunted in pleasure and sped up his thrust obviously nearing completion. His eyes moved up to the boy's face and his heart splintered when he saw dull, lifeless green eyes staring up at him. 'MATE!' The Veela inside him screamed and then something inside him snapped. Draco was filled with white hot fury and he stalked forward planning to tear the filthy muggle atop his mate into a million pieces. Draco saw his mates eyes roll back into his head as he passed out from the pain and Draco's vision went red. When everything cleared he was breathing harshly and standing in front of the tub. He looked inside and was mildly surprised to see a body, mangled beyond recognition, stuffed inside. 'The muggle.' His brain supplied. He was dead. Someone had killed him. Draco felt anger rising inside of him. 'Who had killed him? He was mine! How did someone-' Draco thoughts abruptly cut off when he realized that he was…wet? But it was warm. He rubbed his fingers together and noted that they were covered in the liquid.

He blinked confused and slowly lifted his hands to his face. Blood. He was covered in blood. Draco looked back at the tub. 'I killed him!' He could understand this much, he just couldn't remember doing it. All thoughts of the murder flew out of his head when he remembered the reason why he had killed the man. Draco turned and dropped to his knees beside his mate.

"Mate? Submissive? Can you hear me?" Draco asked softly. He started to panic when he didn't receive an answer. He pat the boy's face gently in an attempt to wake him.

"Submissive? You can open your eyes now." Draco said, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Mother! Father!" Draco called for help as he tried not to hyperventilate. The sound of footsteps reached his ears and moments later his parents came spilling into the room. They were covered in blood and Draco knew that the other two muggles were also dead if not dying.

"He won't wake! He won't wake up! I told him it's safe now. Why won't he open his eyes?" Draco started to sob. Narcissa kneeled down next to her son and checked the unconscious boys pulse. She gasped and stood quickly, looking toward her husband worriedly.

"We need to get him to the Manor. We do not have the means to care for him here." She ordered. Draco slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around his mate's naked body before carefully lifting him into his arms.

"The wards will allow him entrance because he is your mate. Apparate him into one of the guest rooms and try to wake him." Lucius ordered. Draco nodded and disapparated. He landed in the guest room directly across from his own and settled the abused teen on the bed being careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was.

"Please." Draco whispered brokenly, staring down at his submissive as tears streamed freely down his face. "Please open your eyes. I can't lose you, not now that I finally have you. Open your eyes submissive." Draco brushed his mate's hair out of his face and froze. There, plain as day was a scar on his mate's forehead. A scar that looked older than all the rest. An odd scar that he immediately recognized. A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. 'There's only one person with that scar!'

"Harry?" He breathed, and then jumped to stand protectively in front of his mate when the door to the room slammed open.