Summary: Harry Potter is not human. Draco's Veela is starting to come through. When Harry is being raped at home. When he comes into his birthright. What will happen when Draco wants to help after Harry's friends turn on him? Creature Fic.
A.N: Another story from me. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All Characters, situations, and the like belong to J.K. Rowling.
On with the show...
Harry sat up in his room at number four Privet Drive. It was late, near midnight, on July twenty-ninth, a Friday. It was cold in th smallest bedroom, yet Harry sat in only a much to large t-shirt and loose fitting boxers. Another of his multiple beatings had just ended about an hour ago, and Harry couldn't sleep.
Harry had never been so sore before in his life. Bruises, cuts, scratches, lash marks, and many other things marred his bronze tinted tan skin. He could barely breath past the pain in his lungs as his ribs protested.
Many students at school simply thought that the rumor about the life of the Boy-Who-Lived, was simply that, a rumor. Only a few knew of what really happened at the Dursleys' during the summer holidays. One of these few might come as a surprise, for Draco Malfoy knew what the boy hero went through.
Draco was known for his cunning intelligence and his good looks, but many failed to see what lie beneath. For under the mask there lay a caring young man who had seen to much for his liking. For you see, Draco witnessed something he wished he hadn't. Harry Potter, broken, bleeding, and nearly dead.
Some may wonder why this unnerved the blonde teen so much, and to tell you the truth, Draco wasn't really sure why he cared either. One thing was for sure, he never wanted to see Harry Potter like that again.
The Boy Wonder had been in the prefects bathroom, laying in a pool of his own blood. Wrists slit and eyes already unseeing, laying near the pool sized tub. The door had been unlocked and there were no concealing charms on the limp form before him. Draco had rushed forward, doing the only thing he could think of.
Cradling the boy to his chest, Draco murmured reassuring words into his tan ear, trying with little success to get the boy out of his trance. After five minutes Harry had blinked and looked up at Draco with tear clouded eyes.
The only thing that came out of the smaller boys mouth was the simply word, " why?" Draco had simply stood up and taken him to the infirmary after making sure that the boy wasn't going to pass out.
Harry shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his troubled mind. He didn't need anything else clouding his already crowded mind. Looking to the horizon Harry tried not to think about what had just happened to him, not two hours ago now. But his mind was nearly thrown back into the past, to relive.
Harry had just come in from the back garden to get a drink, it was closing in on six o' clock and he had just finished the un-cared for garden. The sound of his Uncle coming into the kitchen did not go unnoticed by the exhausted teen, rather ignored.
Vernon came up behind his nephew and placed a large, pudgy hand over Harry's mouth while the other grabbed onto his hip harshly. " Not a sound boy. Now come on and follow me. And no funny business." Vernon spat as he pulled Harry to the stairs.
Harry was trembling, Vernon had never touched him in such a suggestive way before, and it scared Harry more then all the beatings put together. Vernon threw the already weak boy into his, Harry's, room and closed the door with a snap.
The large beefy man advanced on his small nephew, forcing him to move closer to the bed. Harry stumbled back, scared to his wits end, he had a bad feeling about what was going to happen, and nothing could stop his monster of an Uncle. Vernon reached forward and latched onto Harry's thin wrists, holding them above his head.
Harry soon found himself laying on his back on the bed, his Uncle half on top of him to keep him from getting up. Vernon pulled a thick rope from his back pocket and proceeded to tie Harry's arms above his head to the headboard. Once Harry's arms were tied Vernon moved down to his ankles, tying the teens ankles to the metal.
Before Harry could register what had been done, Vernon had pulled out a pocket knife and was cutting Harry's loose pants from his legs, making sure to cut into his legs as he did so. Harry whimpered in pain, but refused to make a sound louder then that. Vernon had soon ridden Harry of his pants and boxers, leaving shallow and deep cuts up and down the young wizards legs and hips.
Vernon then proceeded to remove his on pants and underwear. Standing next to the bed, Vernon leered down at the shivering boy, eyes filled with lust at the sight of the half naked teen. Harry gasped in shock as Vernon lowered himself on top of him, pressing their hips together. Harry winced as he felt something probe him, and he knew that it wasn't a finger since both of Vernon's large hands were on either side of his head.
WARNING Descriptive Rape. If You cant Handle don't read until end of flashback.
Harry cried out in utter pain as Vernon entered him, roughly. Not even waiting a moment, Vernon began thrusting in and out of the shaking teen, pushing in farther each time. Tears slid rapidly down Harry's ashen cheeks as his Uncle continued his harsh movements.
It didn't take long for Vernon to pick up his pace, slamming into Harry, panting in pleasure as he did so. Tears were now pouring down Harry's cheeks as he fought to breathe.
Vernon was close to his climax now. And with out any warning he filled Harry with his semen. Vernon pulled out of the withering boy, and got dressed. With out saying a word he untied Harry and pulled a new pair of boxers over the bleeding and shuddering hips. Harry winced again as the boxers settled on a cut.
When Harry opened his eyes a few minutes later, Vernon was gone and the door was heavily locked. Harry sat up and looked down at the bloodied sheets, knowing that some of it did not come from any of the cuts.
Harry winced, Vernon had taken his virginity, the only thing that was really his. Harry suddenly felt empty, hallow of all emotions, of all feeling. He had stumbled over to the window and leaned against the cool glass.
Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks for the second time that night, wishing that it had never happened. Why couldn't his magic save him from things like that, for Merlin's sake it could grown his hair back, why couldn't it save his virginity? Harry shook his head sadly, pushing the memories of the night away, far away.
Slumping to the floor, the raven haired teen rocked himself to sleep, slipping down so that he lay on his side, ignoring the pain. He did not hear the owl land softly on his window and wouldn't until he woke up next morning.
Harry woke up slowly, wincing as pain flared through his body at the slightest movement. Harry heard a soft tap on his window and looked up into the midmorning light, narrowing his eyes. Harry looked up at the impressive owl that was perched on his window seal.
Getting slowly to his feet he opened the window, sliding his arm through the bars that had been replaced on the window. The owl held out its leg and Harry quickly untied the twine and brought the letter into his room. " You had better go, unless you're waiting for an answer." Harry whispered to the beauty of a bird.
Harry looked down at the thick parchment and went to his desk, not looking at his bed once. Sitting down carefully, Harry turned the envelope over in his scared hands.
Harry Potter, was written across the creme colored parchment in familiar cursive. It wasn't from Dumbledore, Ron, or even Hermione, but it was from Draco Malfoy. Harry knew the blondes writing quiet well by now, being paired with the Prince of Slytherin when ever Snape chose partners for them.
Harry opened the envelope slowly, careful not to rip it to much. Pulling the thinner parchment out of its casing, Harry unfolded it. Scanning the clear writing Harry was surprised to see that it was, indeed, from Draco.
I know that you are probable surprised to be hearing from me, and I hope that you read this all the way through. I would like to get you out of there. I know what you are going through, I remember the Prefects bathroom. I would be more then willing to come and get you, if you would like me to. I must, also, apologize for my behavior over the school years. It is not out of sympathy that I apologize, but out of remorse.
Please send your reply with Apollo, the owl that brought you the letter. I am awaiting your answer.
Harry looked closely at the carefully written words, then without haste wrote his reply:
I must say that I am mildly surprised that you are offering such a thing, as my rescue. And I am slightly embarrassed to say that I would be very thankful for you to take me away from here. I am truly ashamed to say that something else has happened and that I need to get out of here as soon as possible. My Uncle has gone to far, and I need to get out, and away. I accept your apology and hope you will accept mine, for I am very sorry for the way I have treated you over the years.
Please get me out of here as soon as you can. I cannot tell you how much I need to leave.
Harry folded his letter and tied it to Apollo's leg. The owl flew off quickly, disappearing into the sunrise. Harry sighed and moved away from the window. Looking through his closet Harry pulled out a pair of pants, belting them loosely to his bruised and cut hips. Putting on a clean shirt the Boy-Who-Lived striped the bed of the bloodied sheets. After bundling the cotton up he remade the bed and sat on its edge.
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