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Naga Inheritance
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
35,236
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
8
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
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Harry awoke alone in the dark, he was in pain and uncomfortable, the feeling of dried blood and... something else, against his skin. The memories of what had occurred came rushing back. His eyes started to water and he gasped in pain when he lifted his hand to wipe away his tears. He gritted his teeth and dragged himself off his bed. He moved to his loose floorboard and grabbed for the potions he stored beneath it. He removed an elixir to mend his bones as well as to replenish his blood.
He could not heal the bruises and cuts. Well technically he could, he had what potions he would need, but if he did his uncle would notice and he wold be punished.
He grabbed some clothes ignoring his protesting injuries, and headed for the shower. He thought back on the other times he had received such treatment. His first time had been sold to a man almost as cruel as his uncle, the marks the man had inflicted had been added to the numerous whip and knife scars already marring his back. The man had been somewhat young, only about 30 or so and had twinkling eyes that still caused him to flinch every time he looked at Dumbledore. He had been 7 at the time.
The worst time had been after he found out about the wizarding world. The scars still traced words on his flesh. Freak and Faggot were prominent among them. He had had a hard time acting unharmed on the train to Hogwarts. He had used a small glamor, though he still didn't understand how, to cover the visible bruises.
His first beatings had come from the time he could walk, he had pulled something off the coffee table and been sent flying across the room. He had learned to follow orders very early in life. School was only made harder by his efforts to hide hi abuse. He couldn't explain away the way he flinched away from even the most casual touches, so he simply avoided the other students instead. He had learned to hide his intelligence a well, if the teachers paid too much attention to him, he could be discovered. He understood that that was not an option. Getting discovered that is.
He had become accustomed to his role and played it even in Hogwarts, the only place he had ever considered home. He did all he felt he needed to in order to gain acceptance.
This year that could change. In one day, or a few hours really, he thought as he remembered the darkened sky, he would turn sixteen. He would be able to use magic outside school, he would also come into his inheritance. He knew that the house Moldy Shorts had destroyed was not his parents only property. He would have a home, somewhere far away from his Uncle's.
He climbed out of the shower after turning off the water. His skin was red and raw form forceful scrubbing. He hated the feeling he always had after his uncle violated him. He felt as though he had rolled in dog crap, filthy and unwanted. He glanced at clock dressing quickly and packing his belongings. He felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as the clock struck midnight, he figured it was simply relief at the knowledge that he was free from his uncle. He brushed his hair out of his face, 'has it always been this long?' he thought absently.
As his first legal spells he unlocked his bedroom door and the cupboard under the stairs. he did not require his wand to do this much, his magic was far more powerful than he let on.
He shrunk all his luggage and left a "note" before heading out the door. He had sent Hedwig to the Weasleys' before the summer had even begun. he summoned the Knight bus and asked to got to Gringotts, hoping it was still open this late at night. he did not notice the strange looks or the flustered way the driver and Stan were behaving around him.
His trip was uneventful, though he did slowly begin to become aware of the odd looks.
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Hope this chapter was okay. Have a nice and interesting life whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari rose ^_^
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter 2 XXXHPDMXXX
Harry awoke alone in the dark, he was in pain and uncomfortable, the feeling of dried blood and... something else, against his skin. The memories of what had occurred came rushing back. His eyes started to water and he gasped in pain when he lifted his hand to wipe away his tears. He gritted his teeth and dragged himself off his bed. He moved to his loose floorboard and grabbed for the potions he stored beneath it. He removed an elixir to mend his bones as well as to replenish his blood.
He could not heal the bruises and cuts. Well technically he could, he had what potions he would need, but if he did his uncle would notice and he wold be punished.
He grabbed some clothes ignoring his protesting injuries, and headed for the shower. He thought back on the other times he had received such treatment. His first time had been sold to a man almost as cruel as his uncle, the marks the man had inflicted had been added to the numerous whip and knife scars already marring his back. The man had been somewhat young, only about 30 or so and had twinkling eyes that still caused him to flinch every time he looked at Dumbledore. He had been 7 at the time.
The worst time had been after he found out about the wizarding world. The scars still traced words on his flesh. Freak and Faggot were prominent among them. He had had a hard time acting unharmed on the train to Hogwarts. He had used a small glamor, though he still didn't understand how, to cover the visible bruises.
His first beatings had come from the time he could walk, he had pulled something off the coffee table and been sent flying across the room. He had learned to follow orders very early in life. School was only made harder by his efforts to hide hi abuse. He couldn't explain away the way he flinched away from even the most casual touches, so he simply avoided the other students instead. He had learned to hide his intelligence a well, if the teachers paid too much attention to him, he could be discovered. He understood that that was not an option. Getting discovered that is.
He had become accustomed to his role and played it even in Hogwarts, the only place he had ever considered home. He did all he felt he needed to in order to gain acceptance.
This year that could change. In one day, or a few hours really, he thought as he remembered the darkened sky, he would turn sixteen. He would be able to use magic outside school, he would also come into his inheritance. He knew that the house Moldy Shorts had destroyed was not his parents only property. He would have a home, somewhere far away from his Uncle's.
He climbed out of the shower after turning off the water. His skin was red and raw form forceful scrubbing. He hated the feeling he always had after his uncle violated him. He felt as though he had rolled in dog crap, filthy and unwanted. He glanced at clock dressing quickly and packing his belongings. He felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as the clock struck midnight, he figured it was simply relief at the knowledge that he was free from his uncle. He brushed his hair out of his face, 'has it always been this long?' he thought absently.
As his first legal spells he unlocked his bedroom door and the cupboard under the stairs. he did not require his wand to do this much, his magic was far more powerful than he let on.
He shrunk all his luggage and left a "note" before heading out the door. He had sent Hedwig to the Weasleys' before the summer had even begun. he summoned the Knight bus and asked to got to Gringotts, hoping it was still open this late at night. he did not notice the strange looks or the flustered way the driver and Stan were behaving around him.
His trip was uneventful, though he did slowly begin to become aware of the odd looks.
XXXXXXXXXXXHPDMXXXXXXXXXX
Hope this chapter was okay. Have a nice and interesting life whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari rose ^_^