The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Title: The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Description: Years after the end of the war and it’s like “Who’s Harry Potter?” Forced to relive past traumas in his forgotten existence Harry seems to draw further away from life when certain blonds try to pry their way back into his world. R&R please! M/M, OC (sorta), Slash

Category Harry Potter books

Subcategory: Harry/Draco

Rating: R (may be NC-17 at some points)

Just so you know Harry Potter and all recognizable names and places and drinks and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling and I therefore own everything else. ::sniffle:: I want DRACO!! He’s mine… mine I tell you! He belongs to me!! Harry and all else is hers but Draco is mine!!


A/N: sorry… no men in white coats this time… they are on a coffee break and decided to let me tag along. So, please, read, review and enjoy!

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-Chapter 11-

Alexia, stunned by the visitor’s appearance, hesitated for only a moment before jumping into action. “Sir, as pleasant to see you as it is, now isn’t the best of times for Draco. He’s a bit unsettled by recent events and physically can’t speak to you amicably.” She moved into the foyer and gently lifted Eien from Harry’s immobile hands. With a gentle smile towards the visitor, “As a matter of fact sir, if you could come by in perhaps a few days I’m certain Draco will be in better spirits to converse with you in a civilized manner, instead of cursing you off and damning your intentions.”

Harry snapped out of the shocked state he had fallen into and tried to creep out of the room, away from the onyx stare that had always unsettled his nerves, even more so since he had happened to view certain memories in the pensieve back in his fifth year.

The onyx gaze followed him. “Where do you think you’re running to now, Mr. Potter? Do you think I don’t see you sneaking away?” The visitor’s voice was as cold and emotionless as Harry remembered, sending chills running down his spine. Draco had once teased him about it, saying that if Harry was a cat his fur would have bristled and stood on end, and his tail would poof to be three times its normal size.

“I was gonna go, umm, check on, uhh, Draco and, umm, put Eien to bed so he could, uhh…” He turned wide eyes back to the visitor, looking very much like the bristle-furred cat Draco teased him about being.

“Still stumbling over your own words I see, even after all these years. One would think I unnerve you, Mr. Potter.” The visitor took a step further into the house, swooping in to lift Eien from Alexia’s arms. “As for you, little dragon, I thought I asked you to keep Draco together.”

Eien opened one eye and matched the visitor’s glare with one of his own. “You told me to keep him sane. I couldn’t prevent those wizardly bastards from killing his father or destroying his home.” He paused and closed his eye, then attempted to raise his head to stare properly at the man holding him. Failing, he opted for nipping at the closest bit of flesh, earning a hiss from the man. “Besides, I thought I asked you to bugger off entirely and leave him be, Severus?”

Severus snarled at the dragon, sparing a split second to look at the small bite on his hand. “Not my fault Ron Weasley gained the nerve to come into my house like a mad-man, declaring that Draco was beyond help. You wouldn’t imagine what I thought of doing to the impertinent brat.” His eyes darted to Harry as he tried to slip away again. “What are you doing, Mr. Potter?”

Harry’s steps faltered and he looked up over his shoulder with large eyes that made him appear to look as though he was a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. “I was, err, umm… gee, sir, you know? I think I was just leaving.” Harry plastered a fake smile on his face, squinting his eyes closed to block out the figure of the one person Harry had hoped never to look at face-to-face again.

Alexia raised an eyebrow. “Sorry dear, but the door is that’a way.” She pointed behind Severus, a smirk toying at her lips.

Harry groaned and his shoulders slumped. Instantly, he felt as though he was being transported back in time to his days at school when he endured on a daily basis the wrath of the very man blocking his exit. “Figures my escape route is blocked by the very individual I am trying to escape from. It’s just my luck that I remember everything about Draco, everything about that day, and here he is, the man who made my sanctuary from home a second hell. The one, the only! Severus Snape!” he added crowd cheers and shouts, all the while glaring miserably at Severus.

“Your sarcasm, while entertaining to some, is not as amusing to others, Mr. Potter,” Severus intoned, his cold voice echoing down Harry’s spine with the same distaste it had in school. Not even Severus Snape would let his skills at unnerving everyone go slack even if his favorite people to torment were no longer at reach. “However,” he began.

“However nothing, Sev.” Draco was slouched waveringly against the doorframe, praying he wouldn’t be overcome with another bout of gut-wrenching illness that would require him to run, once again, to the toilet. “You said you wouldn’t bother me again. You promised you’d stop pestering me into returning to the Wizarding world for whatever mindless, meaningless reasons you could ever possibly think of fabricating.” He pierced Severus with a glare that was full of anger, it was almost as if he’d finagled his former spirit to return. “That was part of the deal, wasn’t it? Eien would stay with me and keep me together and you wouldn’t try and play the father you never could be?”

Severus winced inwardly at the sharp words but Eien took control of the situation, despite the exhaustion slowly creeping through his tiny body. “No, no, no Dray. It’s not like that at all,” he purred softly. “Severus never knew I existed until you told him you were leaving the Wizarding … the Wizarding world. He saw me then and realized…” He groaned pitifully and visibly began to lose his grip on consciousness. “Please, Dray, don’t think of our…” he took a deep breath. “Our relationship as some kind of deal Severus and I made.” He made a squeaky whine and struggled to finish explaining.

“I realized that you weren’t alone and asked him to keep you sane. If you want to call it a deal then yes, it was a deal. I knew I could never play the fatherly role for you, so I let Eien take the part,” Severus finished for the dragon, who had slouched into a droopy lump in his arms.

Draco shook his head, either in refusal or trying to make everything stop spinning, but when he refocused he noticed that Harry had multiplied and Alexia was wavy. He shook his head again and his vision blurred. “Let it, Dray. Trust me,” Eien’s voice whispered in his head. Draco struggled against the spell, not wanting to allow himself to slip into sleep until everything went back to normal.

“Eien, is putting him into a sleep-like state really the best solution?” Severus questioned, not sure if Eien could even answer.

Harry stepped forward and walked towards Draco, ready to scoop his former lover gently into his arms once he finally gave in. “No, but it will probably help in the long run. Figure he had a bottle or two of wine since last night and yesterday was most likely a day from hell. So not only is he hung-over, he’s depressed and quite frankly depression and drinking is the worst combination one can manage.” He caught Draco easily and lifted him gently into his arms. He flashed a glance at Severus, his eyes so dark the green was nearly black. “Trust me there, I would know first hand how terrible a combination depression and drinking is.”

Alexia nodded and moved to lift Eien from Severus’ hands. “He’s right. I would know. I’ve been living down the hall from him for the past couple years and he’s a right bloody mess when he goes drinking when he’s upset. Comes back red-eyed, flushed and sniffling. Not a pretty sight, I’ll let you know.” She settled the comatose dragon in her arms and led Harry up to Draco’s bedroom. “Not that it matters if you put him up here or not, he tends to fall asleep in the guest room on the first floor more often than not.”

Harry nodded and followed Alexia up the modest staircase. The second floor of the house was, to Harry’s delight, dark and comforting. The entire floor was one large room. One wall held only a large window with deep green drapes pulled off to either side. A large, four-poster bed sat adjacent to the large window, the black sheets tussled with a look of intended chaos. A mirror hung above the bed, the antique silver frame glistening in the morning sunlight that softly warmed the room. A computer sat on a desk similar to the one Harry remembered from Snape’s classroom, papers, books, pens and other office objects littering the surface. The walls were a cool black, made to look like Venetian plaster that shone where light hit it in places. The shag rug held shades of gray, black and white, unsure which it really wanted to be.

Harry walked past Alexia and placed Draco gently on the bed, removing the robe from the lithe body he thought he remembered so well. He took in the sight before him and realized in that moment everything had changed. Sure, the man sleeping in front of him looked similar to Draco -- the platinum hair, the silver eyes, the pale skin -- but it wasn’t his Draco. Time had dulled the eyes, taken the glorious shine from the hair, and even taken the glow from the creamy skin. There was a scar on his shoulder, where a blade had pierced him. There was a tattoo on his hip, an earring in his right ear, and a few faint scars across his chest. Harry reached out a slightly trembling hand and touched the hair that had always slid like silk between his fingers to find that the silky feeling was gone as well. This wasn’t his Draco anymore and he was sorely a fool to believe that Draco would never change.

With sharp but gentle movements he tucked Draco in and started from the room, ignoring the confused noise from Alexia and the penetrating onyx glare from Severus that followed him down the stairs. He walked back into the living room and stared at the open space. Despite how open and bright the room was, Harry couldn’t help but feel as though the walls were closing in on him. He knelt down and picked up the forgotten wine bottle, not even bothering to read the label and took a deep swallow. The liquid felt dry in his mouth yet tasted absurdly sweet. He grimaced and placed it on the coffee table as he walked by it to sit on the ledge of the bay window. “What was I thinking?” he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the cool glass.

Severus nodded to Alexia, indicating she should remain upstairs, and followed Harry. At the foot of the stairs he watched as Harry literally began to fall apart, and as he never said he didn’t like the young man, he felt himself wanting to help his former student. “You were hoping everything was as it used to be, Harry,” Severus replied quietly from the doorway. He walked into the room until he was standing by the lounge. He watched Harry open his eyes and glance towards him. “You were hoping that something had remained perfect and right in your life, when everything else had crashed and burned at your feet. I know how you felt about him and how he felt about you.” The dark gaze softened as Harry’s features contorted in pent-up grief. “I know you didn’t mean what you said before all hell broke loose. He knew as well,” he paused.

Harry shook his head in refusal. “I may not have meant it, but those were my last words to him. How could you know anything about how I felt? How could you know anything at all about me?” Harry glared angrily at Severus, his green eyes glossy as tears fought to slip down his face. “You don’t know anything!” He turned away from the onyx gaze that had tormented him for seven years.

Severus nodded slowly and closed the gap between him and Harry. He placed a gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder, feeling the tension and paranoia in the younger man. “Then explain it to me. Sure, you can tell Alexia all your problems and she will coddle you and tell you nothing was your fault. You could go back to the Wizarding world and tell Hermione or Ron and they, too, will tell you nothing was your fault. Merlin knows, if Sirius were here you’d be crying to him, or if Remus were able to help, you’d go so far as to fall back on him. I know that if Albus were alive you would even talk to him.” Beneath his hand Severus felt Harry flinch. “But I think I know you well enough to know you won’t do any of that.” He pulled his hand away from the tense shoulder and knelt in front of Harry, placing his hands on both of Harry’s knees. “So tell me. I won’t judge you. I won’t coddle you. If you want me to say you were at fault, you know I will.”

Harry opened his eyes and met a pair of concerned onyx eyes. He shook his head, unsure of what it was he even wanted anymore. Of course he wanted someone to know what had happened all those years before Hogwarts, and during the summers he was forced to stay at his aunt and uncle’s house before he was of age and could live anywhere he chose. Certainly, he wanted to tell someone his problems, and Severus was right. Alexia had coddled him; Hermione and Ron would do the same. Sirius and Remus, while Harry thought of both of them as guardians he could trust, even if he could confide in them he didn’t think he would. And Albus, after everything the man did for him and how he always looked out for him, he couldn’t tell him anything when he was alive. He turned his gaze away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Severus squeezed Harry’s knees. “Then make me. For Merlin’s sake, I know you are capable of making me see whatever you have hidden in that head of yours.” Severus watched as emotions flickered across Harry’s face. He clearly saw past the façade the younger man clung to. Pain, fear, rejection, hurt and acceptance. “Harry?” he whispered. He had told Alexia to stay upstairs with Draco and Eien only so he’d be able to talk to Harry without anyone else hearing. He understood all too well the burning need his former student would have for a moment where only the two of them were alone before he even contemplated divulging the secrets he had kept bottled inside.

Harry balled his hands tightly and pulled away from Severus’ hands, tucking his knees close to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He looked sullenly at a spot in front of his toes, no longer registering what Severus was doing beside him. “Under one condition,” he whispered softly, barely audible.

“And what would that be?” Severus quickly cast a silencing charm around the two of them just in case Alexia walked downstairs. He then conjured a chair and settled into it alongside the small ledge Harry had perched on.

Harry looked up and made eye contact with Severus. His eyes sparkled as tears already began to form. “You tell no one what I am about to tell you. Please. Draco doesn’t need to know and I don’t want Alexia to worry more than she has to. And Eien… he doesn’t know me well enough to need to know anything. So, please, don’t tell anyone.” His eyes pleaded more effectively than his words and Severus nodded. Harry looked away and took a deep breath. “Where do you want me to start?”

With that one question, Severus watched as Harry mentally reverted back to a student facing his worst nightmare. His voice sounded broken, no longer a man who had defeated the Wizarding world’s greatest enemy and lived to talk about it. No, the young man before him had suffered more than his fair share of pain and then some. “Wherever your heart tells you to.”

Harry nodded once and closed his eyes as memories flooded his mind. “Then I’ll start after my first year at Hogwarts. That summer, as unwilling to return as I was, I had to. You know I lived with my aunt and uncle and their son, all Muggles, as I’m sure everyone knew sooner rather than later. My mother’s sister,” he added before Severus could even think of asking which side of the family. “My aunt knew of the Wizarding world and didn’t like it. My uncle simply didn’t like it because I was part of it, and I was a freak in his eyes. I didn’t live the life of royalty when I was with them. I spent up until I got my acceptance letter living in a cupboard under the stairs. I was fed meager scraps from meals, if that, and I was always subject to beatings, whether I deserved them or not. My aunt threatened me with kitchen utensils, my uncle with everything else, and my cousin would even let his friends use me as a punching bag.”

Harry took a deep, calming breath and continued. “That first summer, my uncle took it upon himself to remind me of my place. He told me numerous times how worthless I was, how ungrateful I was to them.” He swallowed past a lump that was painfully forming in his throat. “One night, my aunt went out with a few of the ladies in the neighborhood to see a show or something, so I was left home alone with my uncle and my cousin. V… Ver…” Harry shook his head as tears slid down his cheek. “My uncle had seen to it that I knew my place when I was under his roof. He…” he took a deep breath. “He was a large man, not just height but width. He came up to my room that night and literally beat me senseless. My cousin was there, too, begging to get a few punches in.”

Severus sat back as his eyes widened ever so slightly. And he had thought the boy was just like his father the way he acted in school. Oh, how wrong he had been!

“My uncle said ‘no’ that time, saying it was his chance to remind me I didn’t belong. Whenever my aunt went out, he would beat me. He would turn a blind eye whenever my cousin beat me. My aunt never said anything against it either, and as soon as I returned to Hogwarts I cast concealing charms and used healing herbs until the bruises and everything faded. It was terrible. And then the next summer,” he swallowed and roughly brushed tears away. “That summer I didn’t give them much of a chance to take advantage of me. My uncle’s sister was visiting and I blew her up, using that as a chance to run away. And the following summer, just the threat of Sir… Si…ri…Sirius was enough to keep them in line. I mean, my godfather was a criminal in their eyes, so it worked.” Harry sniffled a bit.

“The following summer though, I wasn’t able to contact anyone. No one ever responded. I kind of thought people wanted nothing to do with me so I did whatever my family asked of me. I was their slave, like a house elf, though I didn’t do my job as well as they did. My uncle… he… he went further.” Harry choked on a sob and burrowed his head into the circle his arms created. “It’s easier if I just show you,” he mumbled from behind his arms.

Severus nodded. “If that’s what you want to do.” At Harry’s nod, he braced himself for what he was about to see. When Harry lifted his head and met his eyes unflinchingly, he pulled out his wand. “Just remember, keep whatever you don’t want me to see hidden. Just show me what you want me to know. Think of it as another Occlumency lesson.” A small smile tugged at Harry’s lips but he nodded regardless. “Legilimens.”

Immediately, Severus was seeing the reason Harry couldn’t verbally tell him what his uncle has done. He was in a dingy room, cluttered with books, scrolls, parchment, quills and inkwells, as well as an owl cage without its inhabitant. A young boy lay with his face pressed into the dirty sheets on the tiny bed and his lower half on the floor, blood dripping across his bare back and legs. Two other men were in the room, a boy nearly five times bigger than the bloodied one and a grown man who was most likely the boy’s father. The older man, Severus assumed to be Harry’s uncle, was already purple in the face as he stood behind the boy on the floor.

“Come now, boy, don’t tell me that hurt.” His voice was mocking and cold, making Severus wonder why Harry never cowered from him as he did his uncle when their voices held the same condescending tone. “Dudley, flip him over so I can see that god-awful face of his and spit in it.”

Dudley sniggered and violently yanked the smaller boy from the bed and roughly flipped him over as his father had asked. He sneered as the smaller boy groaned and tried to push himself away from his two assailants. “Don’t even think about it, freak.” Dudley yanked the black hair and pulled the boy back with it.

“Stop… please…” the boy sobbed, tears falling freely from his green eyes. A scar poked out from beneath the dark hair and Severus inhaled sharply as he realized just who was in this room.

“Stop? Please?” Harry’s uncle chortled menacingly, closing the distance with his meaty hand and slapping Harry soundly across the face. “What did I tell you about begging me for anything?” He slapped Harry’s flushed face again with a resounding smack.

Harry sobbed and tried to pull away from the grip holding him in place. “No… not to.”
His uncle grinned and spit in his face. “That’s right, boy. Go ahead, Dudley. I want to hear him scream.” He walked backwards and settled into a desk chair that looked like it was struggling to support his weight.

A large grin spread across Dudley’s face, lighting his beady little eyes. “You are so in for it, freak.” He let go of Harry’s hair and laughed as Harry scrambled to get away from him. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He then pulled his boxers off and stepped away from both.

“No!” Harry choked and sobbed and struggled to put distance between him and Dudley.

“Nice try, freak!” Dudley lurched forward and grabbed Harry’s ankles, pulling the other boy back towards him. He slapped Harry across the face with the back of his hand. “Now shut up and quit fighting it. Nothing can stop me least of all you.” Despite his sobs of protest, Harry stopped struggling in hopes it wouldn’t be as painful as he knew it would be. “That’s better.” With a sneer Dudley twisted Harry around so he was sprawled face down on the bed and stepped up to the side of the bed behind him, Harry’s legs dangling off the side of the bed. He quickly tossed a glance over to his father who returned the sneer and nodded. Dudley turned back to Harry and with a single pudgy finger invaded Harry’s body with a sharp stab.

Harry cried out, fresh tears streaming down his face. Forgetting his plan to not fight it, he squirmed against the invading finger, trying desperately to get as far away from it as humanly possible.

Dudley frowned and removed his finger from Harry’s ass. He smacked his hand across Harry’s back, smearing the blood across his hand and causing Harry to yelp in pain and snap his head up. “Here I was trying to be nice by preparing you but you ungrateful, worthless piece of shit don’t want it. Fine by me,” he growled and pinned Harry to the mattress as he forced himself into Harry’s entrance. Harry screamed in anguish and behind both of them, Harry’s uncle sat with a huge grin on his face as he rubbed himself through his pants. Dudley hissed and tightened his grip on Harry’s shoulders, causing the sobs to escalate. “God… you’re so… fucking tight…” he growled as he finally managed to shove himself in to the hilt.

Harry whimpered and clutched the sheets beneath him painfully tight. Tears tracked down his cheeks, and the hand-prints burned bright red across his face.

Dudley pulled out slowly and in one agonizingly sharp snap, thrust himself back in, pulling new screams from Harry. He repeated the action again and again, enjoying the pleasure he gained from causing Harry so much pain. He finally settled on a steady rhythm as the pathway became slick. “God… no wonder… you enjoy beating him… so fucking much, Dad,” Dudley panted out as he moved his hands to press against Harry’s back.

“I haven’t taken him yet, Dudley. You got the first crack at his virgin ass.” Harry’s uncle groaned and pulled his cock from the confines of his pants. He stroked himself at a slow pace, his breath becoming shallow and his eyes closing as pleasure began to consume him. “I want him to scream, Dudley.”

Harry choked and sputtered the moment he heard those words. In his head he was begging, pleading someone to rescue him. Out loud he was simply screaming in agony.

“That’s it. You heard him, freak. Scream,” Dudley enunciated each word with a sharp thrust into the battered body. “Virgin ass, too good to be true.” He pulled out from Harry’s body and looked down to see blood dripping from his own cock as well as Harry’s entrance. “Guess you really were a virgin, huh?” He pushed Harry further onto the bed and crawled between his legs. He positioned Harry so his ass was in the air, then stood up on his knees and once again thrust his cock into Harry.

The new position had Harry crying out in short gasps with each thrust. He struggled to stay up and not collapse against the strain.

Dudley reached forward and pulled Harry up onto his knees, dragging his hands across his chest and down to his stomach. Pulled backwards and arching his back Harry’s ribcage jutted out, a clear indication to just how malnourished Harry was. Dudley’s right hand traveled lower to grab Harry’s cock, to discover it was still flaccid. “Not liking this?” He tightly gripped the organ and pumped it a few times before giving up and simply grasping Harry’s hips with both hands. With the lack of support to keep him upright, Harry flopped forward. Dudley continued to pound into his body, grunting with each thrust that brought him closer to release.

His thrusting lost the steady rhythm and his breathing grew erratic. He pulled from Harry’s body with a pop and jerked Harry onto his back. With a cold glare he shoved his engorged cock into Harry’s unsuspecting mouth and laughed when he started choking. “Suck me off till I cum.” He reached around and wrapped a meaty hand around Harry’s neck, applying enough pressure to assure Harry he would squeeze tighter if he didn’t do what he said.

Harry struggled to breathe and suck and not pass out. The hand around his neck vanished and Dudley began face-fucking him. Tears continually streamed down Harry’s face and he realized that no one would ever come to save him. Dudley jerked and thrust forward once again before releasing a stream of salty cum into Harry’s mouth. Slowly, he rode out the waves of pleasure before pulling his soft cock from Harry’s mouth. “Swallow that, shit-hole, or else my hands are gonna be snapping your neck so quickly…” he sneered as Harry swallowed the cum in his mouth with a grimace and dropped his head to the side.

A car door slammed outside and Dudley’s head snapped up. “Mom’s back.” He shot a quick glance to his father before grabbing his clothes and walking out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.

Harry winced and groaned as he pulled himself onto the bed and into a ball. The sight alone, of a broken and bloody Harry sparked a concern in Severus that he never thought he could possess for the boy. The uncle cursed and shoved himself back into his pants before standing up. “You’re lucky boy. You should count your blessings your aunt came back before I could get my hands on you.” He turned off the light and walked out the door, closing it calmly behind him.

At that moment, Severus felt Harry fighting the Legilimens to remove him from his memories. Severus complied with no argument. What he had seen was not, by any stretch of the imagination, what he expected. The student he had taught was rebellious and stubborn. The boy he had just seen raped was nothing like the Harry he remembered.

Harry pulled his knees closer to his body, tears streaming down his face just as they had in the memory he showed to Severus.

“Did he come back later that night,” Severus whispered softly, afraid to even ask the question but needing to know that answer.

Harry shook his head. “My aunt kept him occupied well into the night,” he replied hoarsely, as if he had been screaming. “But he continued that method of punishment for the remainder of the summer until I could go elsewhere.” Harry roughly brushed tears and hair out of his face. “By that point, things at school were getting crazy. I couldn’t keep anything together despite what everyone saw of me at school. My uncle continued until a Death Eater killed him halfway through the summer before seventh year. I couldn’t even bring myself to care anymore. Dumbledore was gone. My friends had been hurt or killed. It was just too much and I couldn’t… I just couldn’t.” He choked on another sob and fought the urge to just break down and bawl. “I just stood there and watched the Death Eater murder him.”

Severus hadn’t heard of the night the Death Eaters went into Muggle London and attacked Harry’s family. However, at this particular moment he wondered just what had happened. “Did they kill your aunt and cousin as well?”

Harry blinked and just stared blankly for a moment at a spot just beyond Severus’ shoulder. His eyes shifted back to meet Severus’, cold and sharp. “No. I wouldn’t let them. I took out my own wand and pointed it at the Death Eater and told him if he wanted something to bring back to Riddle, I would give him something he’d never forget.”

Severus cocked his head to the side. “And what was that?”

A sneer spread across Harry’s face at the mere thought of what he had done that evening. The sneer encompassed his eyes, creating a sinister sparkle that unsettled Severus, reminding him of Harry’s gaze the day of the final battle. “What do you think, Severus?” Harry snickered darkly, apparently pleased with what he had done in the past.


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A/N: Enjoy!!