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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
81,741
Reviews:
361
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: See ch 1
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: So...second chapter. Hope that you'll like this. Um, Harry's pretty pissed at old Dumbles, so that will be a big part of the story. Also, Ron!Bashing. I really don't like Ron, so, sorry if you do, but I hope you'll read and like this anyway...
Well, here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
Harry slowly came too a few hours later.
He was woken by someone shaking his shoulder. The first thing he noticed was the lack of pain, the second thing was his aunt’s insistent whisper.
“Get up! You have to get out of here before he wakes up! Come on, wake up!”
Harry slowly stood up, stretching his tall muscular frame. He was stiff all over and his joints felt like they had been moved. His pyjama bottoms clung low on his hips and his t-shirt rode up a couple of inches to show some of the tanned skin on his stomach. Harry gave his aunt a confused look.
“What are you talking about, aunt Petunia?”
“Today is July 31st and you have to get out! Vernon swore he would kill you before you had a chance to make a run for it, you have to leave before he wakes up! Now, get dressed and pack your things while I make you something to eat. And Harry?”
“Yes, aunt Petunia?”
“I never wanted for him to do those things to you.”
“I know. I’ll hurry, I promise.”
Petunia nodded once before leaving the room. They had a strange relationship, Harry and Petunia. She didn’t like him, but didn’t condone what her husband did to him (she had no idea Vernon had been raping him, she just thought he beat him). She had been cleaning his wounds ever since it first began.
Harry threw on a pair of Dudley’s old jeans and a shirt and distractedly waved his hand to pack his things.
He didn’t even notice that he was doing wandless magic with ease, due to the fact that he noticed that his trousers were too short.
“What the…? These were too long yesterday, and now they’re too short?!”
Shaking his head and deciding to think on it later he shrunk his trunks and put them in a rucksack together with his wand and Hedwig’s shrunken cage. She was still out hunting, but would know where to go.
Silently creeping down the stairs, and skipping the noisy step, he made his way out in the kitchen.
“Here you go, Harry. You must hurry, take the sandwich with you. Now go.”
Harry picked up the two cheese sandwiches and made his way to the front door. After opening it, he turned towards the stairs.
“Bye, aunt Petunia. BYE YOU FAT BASTARD!!”
A big THUMP could be heard after Harry’s shout and a few moments later Vernon could be seen at the top of the stairs in his pyjamas. He got a murderous look on his face when he saw Harry at the door and started barrelling down the stairs.
“Get back here, you freak!”
Harry slammed the door closed behind him and threw up the most powerful locking charm he knew, so powerful it would take Dumblefuck an entire day to take it down.
He quickly drew his wand from his rucksack and raised it.
With a BANG a large triple decked bus appeared in front of him.
“Welcome to the Knight Bus…Merlin’s Beard! It’s Harry Potter! Welcome on board Mr Potter! Where’re you off to?”
“Wales. Griffin’s Nest to be exact.”
“Righty ho, that’ll be 20 sickles, please.”
Harry handed over the money and took a seat at the back of the bus and conjured a seatbelt for himself. He was not about to have a repeat performance of his last journey with the bus, when he had been slammed in to the glass – twice.
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He woke up two hours later to someone shaking his shoulder.
“Mr Potter? We’ll be arrivin’ at Griffin’s Nest in about two minutes.”
“Thanks.” Harry yawned. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but with getting abused all summer and barely sleeping three hours the night before, he was dead tired. He cast a Tempus charm and learned that it was 6:30 in the morning.
‘Well, I wanted an early start, but this is ridiculous.’
“We’ve arrived, Mr Potter.”
“Thanks. Bye.”
Harry quickly got off the bus and stood looking at the iron gates to one of his mansions. He had twelve.
He went up to the gates and, on instinct, put his right hand on the intricately wrought family crest that was in the middle of the gate. He felt a sharp prick on his fingers as the magic of the manor tested to see if he was indeed a blood relative.
With a warm feeling of the manor’s wards surrounding him, the gate opened to let him in.
When he got his first look at Griffin’s Nest, he gasped in awe. Laying situated at the end of an oak tree lined driveway was the most beautiful house he had ever seen.
The mansion was built out of white stone with a multitude of large windows, four floors high (think Pemberly in the BBC series Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth). The house was lined with rosebushes and a large stable lay to the left of the main building.
“Can Saffy help sir?” Harry turned around when he heard the squeaky voice.
“Hello, Saffy. I’m Harry Potter.”
“Master Potter, sir! Forgive Saffy for not knowing! It has been 18 years since last Master was here!” The house elf was wringing her hands in the clean uniform with the Potter crest that she was wearing. Harry gave her a small smile to reassure her he wasn’t angry.
“That’s ok, Saffy. Could you show me around? And then maybe I could get some breakfast?”
“Of course, Master Potter! Come with Saffy, Master Potter.”
Harry followed the small house elf into the manor, walking through many different rooms in all colours imaginable. There were over 300 rooms in the manor, about 50 bedrooms, 5 parlours, 3 libraries, 6 dining rooms and the rest were just different rooms. In some, there were nothing but mirrors, and then there was the family gallery that took up three whole rooms. They finally stopped in front of a room on the third floor.
“This, Master Potter, is Master’s bedroom.”
Saffy opened a large white and gold wooden door to reveal a large bedroom with blue walls and wooden flooring. The king size four poster bed was covered in blue and green linens and there was a large wardrobe in the same type of wood as the bed. Some non-magical paintings hung on the walls, mainly landscapes of the grounds surrounding Griffin’s Nest. On the other side of the room there was a plain wooden door leading to the on suite bathroom, done entirely in green and gold, with a shower big enough for three people and a tub that was the size of a small swimming pool. The sink and toilet had intricate patterns in mosaic that continued on the floor.
“This will do very nicely, Saffy. Could I get some breakfast now, please?”
“Yes, Master Potter. What woulds Master like?”
“I would love some pancakes with raspberry jam and whipped cream. I haven’t had that in ages.”
“Of course, Master Potter. Would you like to take it in the Breakfast Room?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Saffy. Could you see to it that I get a tailor here this afternoon? I’d like to have some new robes fitted and some muggle clothes as well.”
“Yes, Master Potter. Saffy will call the best tailor in all of the Wizading World for Master.”
“Thanks. Could you ask him to be here by 2 o’clock?”
“Yes, Master. Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes.”
Harry nodded and she popped away. He still couldn’t believe that he was away from the Dursley’s house, the day had been a bit surreal up until now. There was also the factor of not being in pain for the first time in almost a month. Then there was that strange occurrence yesterday when he had fainted from the pain, only to wake up and having grown at least 2 inches if the length of his trousers could be believed.
That would put him at 6’2”.
And – hey – his hair had grown as well! Good thing he had already gotten his eyes fixed with an eye correcting spell in January, it would have just freaked him out if they had been fixed over night as well. He stood in front of the full length mirror and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had his glamour spells up, but they only covered his scars, they didn’t actually change how his body looked. He took his shirt off and was stunned to see that he looked the same as he did before he left school!
He was toned and his skin had a soft golden colour to it.
He snapped out of his stupor when Saffy called that his breakfast was ready. He quickly put his shirt back on and made his way down to the sunny Breakfast Room.
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Later that day, at precisely 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Harry greeted the tailor, Mr Fontanelle, in one of the parlours.
“Mr Fontanelle, how good of you to come at such short notice. As you can see, I desperately need a new wardrobe.”
“Indeed Mr Potter. What type of wardrobe did you have in mind?”
“Well…I want to get some new school robes, naturally, and then 3 dressrobes I think, and then 20 everyday robes and 3 riding outfits. Also, would you be comfortable in making muggle-type clothes? There are some specific styles that I am after, mostly shirts and trousers.”
“Yes, of course, Mr Potter. What style are you looking for?”
“Are you familiar with the muggle styles Goth and Punk?”
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When they finally finished later that evening, Mr Fontanelle left with the promise to have all of Harry’s clothes ready by the end of the week.
After having a quiet dinner in one of the dining rooms, he made his way up to the Master bedroom to finally get some much deserved sleep.
He transfigured the clothes he was wearing into black silk pyjamas and curled up in the big bed.
He finally dozed off only to be plagued by nightmares of his uncle’s torture sessions the entire night.
To say he was grumpy when he woke up the next morning would be an understatement.
Imagine his surprise when he opened his eyes to find 15 owls staring back at him.
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A/N2: Ta-da! There you have it! Please leave a review and make my day!
Until next time!
//LoveGD
Warnings: See ch 1
A/N: So...second chapter. Hope that you'll like this. Um, Harry's pretty pissed at old Dumbles, so that will be a big part of the story. Also, Ron!Bashing. I really don't like Ron, so, sorry if you do, but I hope you'll read and like this anyway...
Well, here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
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************************************
Chapter 2
Harry slowly came too a few hours later.
He was woken by someone shaking his shoulder. The first thing he noticed was the lack of pain, the second thing was his aunt’s insistent whisper.
“Get up! You have to get out of here before he wakes up! Come on, wake up!”
Harry slowly stood up, stretching his tall muscular frame. He was stiff all over and his joints felt like they had been moved. His pyjama bottoms clung low on his hips and his t-shirt rode up a couple of inches to show some of the tanned skin on his stomach. Harry gave his aunt a confused look.
“What are you talking about, aunt Petunia?”
“Today is July 31st and you have to get out! Vernon swore he would kill you before you had a chance to make a run for it, you have to leave before he wakes up! Now, get dressed and pack your things while I make you something to eat. And Harry?”
“Yes, aunt Petunia?”
“I never wanted for him to do those things to you.”
“I know. I’ll hurry, I promise.”
Petunia nodded once before leaving the room. They had a strange relationship, Harry and Petunia. She didn’t like him, but didn’t condone what her husband did to him (she had no idea Vernon had been raping him, she just thought he beat him). She had been cleaning his wounds ever since it first began.
Harry threw on a pair of Dudley’s old jeans and a shirt and distractedly waved his hand to pack his things.
He didn’t even notice that he was doing wandless magic with ease, due to the fact that he noticed that his trousers were too short.
“What the…? These were too long yesterday, and now they’re too short?!”
Shaking his head and deciding to think on it later he shrunk his trunks and put them in a rucksack together with his wand and Hedwig’s shrunken cage. She was still out hunting, but would know where to go.
Silently creeping down the stairs, and skipping the noisy step, he made his way out in the kitchen.
“Here you go, Harry. You must hurry, take the sandwich with you. Now go.”
Harry picked up the two cheese sandwiches and made his way to the front door. After opening it, he turned towards the stairs.
“Bye, aunt Petunia. BYE YOU FAT BASTARD!!”
A big THUMP could be heard after Harry’s shout and a few moments later Vernon could be seen at the top of the stairs in his pyjamas. He got a murderous look on his face when he saw Harry at the door and started barrelling down the stairs.
“Get back here, you freak!”
Harry slammed the door closed behind him and threw up the most powerful locking charm he knew, so powerful it would take Dumblefuck an entire day to take it down.
He quickly drew his wand from his rucksack and raised it.
With a BANG a large triple decked bus appeared in front of him.
“Welcome to the Knight Bus…Merlin’s Beard! It’s Harry Potter! Welcome on board Mr Potter! Where’re you off to?”
“Wales. Griffin’s Nest to be exact.”
“Righty ho, that’ll be 20 sickles, please.”
Harry handed over the money and took a seat at the back of the bus and conjured a seatbelt for himself. He was not about to have a repeat performance of his last journey with the bus, when he had been slammed in to the glass – twice.
********************
*************************
He woke up two hours later to someone shaking his shoulder.
“Mr Potter? We’ll be arrivin’ at Griffin’s Nest in about two minutes.”
“Thanks.” Harry yawned. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but with getting abused all summer and barely sleeping three hours the night before, he was dead tired. He cast a Tempus charm and learned that it was 6:30 in the morning.
‘Well, I wanted an early start, but this is ridiculous.’
“We’ve arrived, Mr Potter.”
“Thanks. Bye.”
Harry quickly got off the bus and stood looking at the iron gates to one of his mansions. He had twelve.
He went up to the gates and, on instinct, put his right hand on the intricately wrought family crest that was in the middle of the gate. He felt a sharp prick on his fingers as the magic of the manor tested to see if he was indeed a blood relative.
With a warm feeling of the manor’s wards surrounding him, the gate opened to let him in.
When he got his first look at Griffin’s Nest, he gasped in awe. Laying situated at the end of an oak tree lined driveway was the most beautiful house he had ever seen.
The mansion was built out of white stone with a multitude of large windows, four floors high (think Pemberly in the BBC series Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth). The house was lined with rosebushes and a large stable lay to the left of the main building.
“Can Saffy help sir?” Harry turned around when he heard the squeaky voice.
“Hello, Saffy. I’m Harry Potter.”
“Master Potter, sir! Forgive Saffy for not knowing! It has been 18 years since last Master was here!” The house elf was wringing her hands in the clean uniform with the Potter crest that she was wearing. Harry gave her a small smile to reassure her he wasn’t angry.
“That’s ok, Saffy. Could you show me around? And then maybe I could get some breakfast?”
“Of course, Master Potter! Come with Saffy, Master Potter.”
Harry followed the small house elf into the manor, walking through many different rooms in all colours imaginable. There were over 300 rooms in the manor, about 50 bedrooms, 5 parlours, 3 libraries, 6 dining rooms and the rest were just different rooms. In some, there were nothing but mirrors, and then there was the family gallery that took up three whole rooms. They finally stopped in front of a room on the third floor.
“This, Master Potter, is Master’s bedroom.”
Saffy opened a large white and gold wooden door to reveal a large bedroom with blue walls and wooden flooring. The king size four poster bed was covered in blue and green linens and there was a large wardrobe in the same type of wood as the bed. Some non-magical paintings hung on the walls, mainly landscapes of the grounds surrounding Griffin’s Nest. On the other side of the room there was a plain wooden door leading to the on suite bathroom, done entirely in green and gold, with a shower big enough for three people and a tub that was the size of a small swimming pool. The sink and toilet had intricate patterns in mosaic that continued on the floor.
“This will do very nicely, Saffy. Could I get some breakfast now, please?”
“Yes, Master Potter. What woulds Master like?”
“I would love some pancakes with raspberry jam and whipped cream. I haven’t had that in ages.”
“Of course, Master Potter. Would you like to take it in the Breakfast Room?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Saffy. Could you see to it that I get a tailor here this afternoon? I’d like to have some new robes fitted and some muggle clothes as well.”
“Yes, Master Potter. Saffy will call the best tailor in all of the Wizading World for Master.”
“Thanks. Could you ask him to be here by 2 o’clock?”
“Yes, Master. Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes.”
Harry nodded and she popped away. He still couldn’t believe that he was away from the Dursley’s house, the day had been a bit surreal up until now. There was also the factor of not being in pain for the first time in almost a month. Then there was that strange occurrence yesterday when he had fainted from the pain, only to wake up and having grown at least 2 inches if the length of his trousers could be believed.
That would put him at 6’2”.
And – hey – his hair had grown as well! Good thing he had already gotten his eyes fixed with an eye correcting spell in January, it would have just freaked him out if they had been fixed over night as well. He stood in front of the full length mirror and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had his glamour spells up, but they only covered his scars, they didn’t actually change how his body looked. He took his shirt off and was stunned to see that he looked the same as he did before he left school!
He was toned and his skin had a soft golden colour to it.
He snapped out of his stupor when Saffy called that his breakfast was ready. He quickly put his shirt back on and made his way down to the sunny Breakfast Room.
************************
**************************
Later that day, at precisely 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Harry greeted the tailor, Mr Fontanelle, in one of the parlours.
“Mr Fontanelle, how good of you to come at such short notice. As you can see, I desperately need a new wardrobe.”
“Indeed Mr Potter. What type of wardrobe did you have in mind?”
“Well…I want to get some new school robes, naturally, and then 3 dressrobes I think, and then 20 everyday robes and 3 riding outfits. Also, would you be comfortable in making muggle-type clothes? There are some specific styles that I am after, mostly shirts and trousers.”
“Yes, of course, Mr Potter. What style are you looking for?”
“Are you familiar with the muggle styles Goth and Punk?”
***********************
****************************
When they finally finished later that evening, Mr Fontanelle left with the promise to have all of Harry’s clothes ready by the end of the week.
After having a quiet dinner in one of the dining rooms, he made his way up to the Master bedroom to finally get some much deserved sleep.
He transfigured the clothes he was wearing into black silk pyjamas and curled up in the big bed.
He finally dozed off only to be plagued by nightmares of his uncle’s torture sessions the entire night.
To say he was grumpy when he woke up the next morning would be an understatement.
Imagine his surprise when he opened his eyes to find 15 owls staring back at him.
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A/N2: Ta-da! There you have it! Please leave a review and make my day!
Until next time!
//LoveGD