The World I Know

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Chapter 1 - Caught In The Act

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By: KaKaVegeGurl

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Welcome back for another fanfic!

Summer's here! It's funny how at the beginning and in the middle of the school year you're sitting there, thinking of how it's taking forever to go by. And then at the end of the year it's like, where did it all go? It seems to go by faster than you thought. Weird, eh?

Well people, welcome back for another fanfic! I hope you all have been enjoying yourselves! I know I have, lol! Please come in and take a seat, there's loads of cups of yaoi to go around! Have a steaming one, they're great!

KaKaVegeGurl

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H+ Nothing hurt more than rejection. As much as I had felt it in the past, it still hurt so bad. I had been through this countless times before, and now, even in my seventh year at Hogwarts, it still cut just as deep. Only this rejection was far from expected. I never saw it comming, and it couldn't have been on a worse day. By now everyone knew of what had happened between me and Cho Chang. Every one knew that I thought of Hogwarts as my home and that Dumbledore favored me. They knew that Sirius Black was my god father, that I was gay, and that Scabbers, Ron's rat, was really Peter Pettigrew, who was an unregistered Animagus and should've died sixteen years ago. +H+

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H+ They also knew that I had liked Draco Malfoy since the second year. And that I had blown up Aunt Marge before the beginning of my third year at Hogwarts. After Sirius had died; considering they found out about that too, it was stated that he was innocent, and I would never forgive them for that. The fact that I had purposely attempted suicide, and failed, was also not kept a secret to myself, nor the whole bit of Voldemort entering my dreams and confusing me; which led to Sirius' death. And to my greatest dismay they soon found out about the magic quill that Umbridge made me write sentences with, the one that used my own blood as ink and carved the sentence into my hand over and over again, and they also revealed that I had had REALLY perverse dreams (thanks to Seamus for spilling that bit of information). I had only really been kissed once, they found that out too, and that I fought Voldemort in my fourth year, and that I had never masturbated; in my entire life (A truth potion in Snape's class told them that, thanks to Theodore Nott). +H+

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H+ Most of those I would've hoped would remain a secret. I didn't choose to be the center of this, the Daily Prophet just digging for some new thing about me. After last year I thought things could get no worse, and then some Ravenclaw walked in on me, in the boys bathroom, about to kill myself, after that things only went downhill, the dirty dreams were exposed, as well as the crush on Draco Malfoy, and at the beginning of this year I, myself, revealed that I had never masturbated, thanks to Professor Snape's truth potion and a Slytherin's dirty mouth, Theodore Nott, who had been unusually quiet all of my years; until then. I couldn't help but to answer his question, it wasn't my fault. Still, the Daily Prophet found out any way. Then the worst happened today, one thing I totally didn't think they'd find out about, turns out... They did. +H+

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One Secret Too Many

By: Rita Skeeter

For months has young Harry Potter been found out as 'the-boy-we-never-thought-he-was'. And now another secret has been revealed. Mr. HarryPotter, destroyer of he-who-must-not-be-named, and the-boy-who-lived, has been holding onto a very dark secret. This is the same boy who was found to be gay no less than two years ago and had a crush on one of his peers, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house, Lucius Malfoy's son. In a rape situation, the seventeen year old Harry Potter who has been victim to his Uncle Vernon's wakeless beating and angry sexual behavior, has done nothing to prevent it; and has told no one. This act of abusive rape has been going on since Potter's second year at Hogwarts, in which he was twelve. The beating, however, has been going on for much longer.

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The newspaper issued on October 13th, a Friday, and considering a lot of students received this every morning, it was sure that the Great Hall would brake out into an uprage.

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Friday, October 13th; 10:38 A.M.

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The Slytherin table was in much commotion that morning as they filled the table, a few girls giggling as they talked on about classes they would have. Draco walked before Crabbe and Goyle as usual and sat in the seat he had placed himself in every morning before; fully knowing that Harry Potter's eyes would follow his every move. He eased down into his seat and began eating, taking his precious time as he slowly pulled over his glass of pumpkin juice. A light whistling sounded in the room, he only quirked his sharp brow, and almost every member from each house looked up as owls filled the room.

"Mail's here." stated a few.

Draco smirked charmingly as his Eagle-Owl elegantly dropped the Daily Prophet before him, he was still sipping his juice as he read and spat it all out over a few others as the words 'victim to wakeless beating and angry sexual behavior' registered in his mind, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he picked up the paper to hold it close against his chest. He apologized quickly and stood from his seat, fleeing the room.

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When he got outside, Draco ran down the hall, more at a very fast pace. The paper still clasped against him, he worked his way up to the owlry, where he could read in private. His eyes moved over the paper many times and finally stopped to stare at the picture of Harry on the front; him being yelled at by his Uncle Vernon. Draco slowly laid the paper down on his lap, his eyebrows bending down in the middle and he felt his bottom lip tremble lightly, he sighed once as his head fell in his hands, "No..."

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Back in the Great Hall there was chaos, quite a few had read the paper at almost the same time that Draco had before and dozens had crowded around Harry, asking him if the article was true. The Golden Boy had something else in his mind, not like he had read the paper, he wasn't subscribed anymore. It was the fact that since he kept his eyes on Draco at all times he had noted the Slytherin leaving the room in a skulking hurry, Harry ducked under the students that were around him and scrammed out of the hall.

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There were tears welling in his eyes as he stumbled up the staircases and moved down the halls up to the Owlry. He had his fists tightly clinched after loosening his tie to give himself some air, he had heard what they were asking and had gathered from that what the article was about, he was totally throttled. He stopped, breathing deeply; he knew in his mind that he had no clue as to where Malfoy had went, so he himself decided to go to the only place he was sure that he could be safe.

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+H+ I could feel my heart pumping loudly against my chest, the sweat beading off my forehead, I needed air. I was so embarrassed and I couldn't stop the tears that were quickly filling my eyes, the worst secret about my life had now been discovered and exposed to the world I so loved. The Wizarding World was my home, it was the only place that I could truly be myself, I'd never belonged with humans. I was ashamed of what had happened and couldn't believe how careless I had been to let something like this happen. It was, as usual, my fault. If only I hadn't let Vernon go that far, I should've pushed him away. I know I could've stopped him, that was no problem, then why hadn't I? The truth was... I didn't know. When you're scared it's hard to act, to take a stand, even though I had done it plenty of times before. But when he did... That to me... I was more scared than I had been in my entire life. +H+

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Harry could hear a light sound comming from inside the Owlry, something that obviously wasn't an Owl, he hesitantly pushed the door open and walked in. He was shocked at what first came into his sight; Draco Malfoy, Harry's rival since his first year, was in a sobbing heap on the floor of the Owlry. Harry noticed the unfolded newspaper in front of him. He knew now that Malfoy had left because of the paper.

"What are you doing in here, Malfoy!" Was the first thing he could think of to say, he didn't stop to ask himself why Draco was crying, or even why the newspaper was there, he, of course, had a crush on Draco, but that wasn't going to stop him from acting the same around the Slytherin, they were still rivals.

Draco looked up sharply, his cheeks stained with tears, he tried to hide his shock and his emotions, apparently he thought of it the same way, he put on his usual Malfoy face and raised a pointed brow, "Ah, Potter."

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+D+ When I looked up to see him standing just inside the Owlry door, I was both afraid and relieved. I was also terrified, Harry Potter had now just seen a large portion of the person I really was. I was so embarrassed to see him just standing there. I didn't know what he was thinking about, or how he felt. I guess it really didn't matter, considering he liked me, so maybe he wouldn't care if I had acted so different. I was sure he wouldn't tell anyone, considering that it was most likely that none of them would listen to him anyway. The world was his enemy, as it had been mine since the day of my birth. +D+

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"What are you doing in here?"

"I asked you first." Harry countered as he took a step forward, the ground coated in bones and remains of small forest rats.

Draco frowned and sneered, "I believe that's none of your buisness, Potter."

Harry glared, "Why were you crying?"

"That's also none of your buisness... And I wasn't crying!"

"Of course you weren't." Harry scoffed with rolled eyes, turning to leave when he heard Malfoy say something.

"You're not alone, Potter."

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+H+ Those four words really hit home, I knew Malfoy meant it, and that's what hurt the most. Maybe he didn't like me in the same way that I liked him, but that wouldn't stop him from sharing the same moments. It was apparent to me now that he also hurt, he grew up with a bastardly father, and most would think that it couldn't get as bad as that. To think that an enemy for years was the only person that could truely comfort me. Something that both Ron and Hermione had failed at. I couldn't stop the flow of tears as I closed the door and made my way to the Gryffindor Common Room. +H+

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