Serpent Kisses In the Dark
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Warnings: Harry/Multi, Dumbles bashing, and Molly bashing!
A Quick Vote On Your Part: Who do you want to be with Harry?
Tom R. Jr.: ?
A/N: I got this title from the picture I'm using for this story. I looked up "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy yaoi" on Google. :)
Disclaimer: (FOR THE WHOLE STORY) I don't own HP. I don't make money writing this. It's just my own wishes put into a story.
Oh, my mom says I have the mentality of an 8-year-old, so if there is something that doesn't make sence let me know and I'll try to
fix it. Don't be mean though!
Chapter 1: Harry's True Side
Harry opened the little booklet, and grabbed a quill and ink. He thought about the story he was going to write, and wondered if anyone would believe what he wrote. Heck, he wouldn't blame them if they didn't. It was kind of far-fetched. Harry smirked as he dipped his quill in the ink and started to write:
I was just fifteen months old when my parents were murdered, and I went to live with my mum's sister. Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, ordered Hagrid to take me from the ruins and bring me to my muggle relative's house. Professor McGonnagal, the Tranfiguration teacher, had scoped out the house, and told Dumbledore (Full name: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore) that the Dursleys were the worst sort of muggles. Dumbledore didn't listen, and instead said that I was better off not knowing about the wizarding world until I was eleven. Dumbledore then left me on the cold doorstep to number 4 Privet Drive, with only a letter, and didn't even knock or ring the doorbell. I was on the doorstep until my Aunt Petunia found me the next morning.
Now, the thing about my relatives is that they are very "normal". The only things they worry about are: money, promotions, whether their house is cleaner than the neighbor's, gossip, presents, and bullying the neighborhood kids. The first two were my Uncle Vernon's worries; the next two were my Aunt Petunia's; and my cousin Dudley only cared about presents and bullying kids smaller than him. When Aunt Petunia found me that cold morning, she screamed and took me inside before the neighbors could see me. I was given the cupboard under the stairs for a bedroom when I turned two, and that's where I lived until I was eleven. The cupboard was small, only fitting a small cot and just enough room for me to move around (when I was younger, not that much room when I hit seven). I started cooking and cleaning for the Dursleys when I was four. If I burnt food, or missed a spot while cleaning, or Dudley tripped me while I was serving food, I was forced into the broom cupboard under the stairs without food for a day or two at first. As I got older, I was forced to go without food for longer periods of time. Most of the time, I had a severe beating on top of being starved.
On Dudley's eleventh birthday, a few months before my own, the blond pig as I call him got upset that he recieved one present less than last year. So, Aunt Petunia promised to get Dudley two new presents while they were out. Mrs. Figg, a squib that lived across the street, had broken her leg and couldn't take care of me so I could go to the zoo with the Dursleys. I made the glass of the python exhibit disappear when Dudley pushed me to the ground, and he fell into the exhibit while the python slid out. That was so funny, but I got punnished for it even though I didn't know how I did it. You see, I was always told that magic didn't exist and that I was a freak like my drunken parents. For as long as I can remember, the Dursleys have told me that my dad was drunk behind the wheel of a car and that the scar on my forehead was the only thing that happened to me in the car crash.
Anyway, letters started pouring into the house and the Dursleys kept burning them. I didn't see what the fuss was about, except that they were addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. Uncle Vernon, thinking that "they" were watching the house, put me in Dudley's second bedroom. But, the next batch of letters were addressed to that room. Uncle Vernon had us move from hotel to hotel to escape the letters, but finally Hagrid showed up at the hut on the rock in the middle of the ocean. Hagrid gave me my first Hogwarts letter, and that's when I learned the truth about me and how my parents really died. Hagrid took me shopping, and bought Hedwig for my birthday. Hagrid took me to King's Cross Station, but left without telling me how to get onto the platform. I overheard Mrs. Weasley say rather loudly where the platform to 9 3/4 was. On the train, I met and befriended one Ronald Weasley, sixth child and youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. When the sorting began in Hogwarts' Great Hall, Ron told me 'There's not a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn't in Slytherin'. So, when it was my turn to be sorted, I chose not to go to Slytherin against the Sorting Hat's wishes.
Harry sighed, writing more about the taunts between himself and Draco Malfoy. He also added quite a bit about Severus Snape's hostile temper and the Headmaster's manipulations. Harry then finished with...
In my first through fourth years at Hogwarts, I went through many hardships. First year had the mountain troll, Fluffy the three-headed dog, and a Voldemort-possessed teacher; Second year had a baskilisk, Ginny Weasley almost dying, and Tom Riddle -AKA Voldemort- almost returning; Third year was pretty normal with only Peter Petigrew escaping; and Fourth year was when the Tri-Wizard Tournament happened and Cedric got killed. This summer, I have been sitting in my room at Number four Privet Drive all day long, except to use the restroom or shower.
When Harry was done writing, he had filled the entire booklet with his story. The now fifteen-year-old boy wrote a letter to the bookstore in Diagon Alley saying that he had written a book about his life, and that he would like to know if they would be willing to sell copies of it. Then he heard thunderous footsteps coming towards his room.
I hope you like this chapter. I will hopefully be putting up more chapters if you like it so much.