Dark Angel
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,288
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,288
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Truth Comes Out pt1
The Truth Comes Out Part1
It took more energy than necessary to reach the bathroom but Harry wasn\'t paying attention to the aches and pains to his body. He was just thankful that Vernon had gotten an emergency call to his job and Dudley patronized Petunia to watch the late matinee. Closing and locking the door behind him he limped to the shower where he stripped what remained of his clothes and stepped into the scalding water. Taking the bar of soap he scrubbed at his skin until he was red. No matter how firmly he washed himself he couldn\'t remove the stain of dirt and disgust.
Half an hour later he stepped out, wrapped the first towel he saw around him and padded back to his room not giving any care to the fact he was dripping water to the floor and carpet. Inside his room he did his best to avoid the spot where the \'incident\' accured. Dressing without care if the clothes matched or not he slipped on his sneakers, snatched Hedwig, and slipped back out his room.
He didn\'t care that He was supposed to stay at the Dursley\'s for his own protection - what protection? Dumbledore could just screw himself if he thought he would stay in that house any second longer. With a new determination Harry made his way what used to be his bedroom. Opening the cupboard door he dragged his trunk out with one hand and dragged the trunk to the front door. Setting down Hedwig\'s cage he glanced behind him. A small smile appeared as he stared down at the scratch marks on the hardwood floor Vernon boasted about. Opening the door he slipped out, dragging his trunk behind him, with no intention of ever returning.
On the sidewalk Hedwig hooted. \"Sorry girl.\" Harry stopped and opened her cage. \"Go to the Weasley’s and stay there until school starts alright.\" Hedwig nipped at Harry\'s ear before flying off.
Watching his only companion of the summer fly away, Harry sighed and picked up his trunk. What was he to do? Where was he to go? He probably had some wizard money in a pouch in his trunk... hell, he couldn\'t think what to do at the moment. He needed to go somewhere safe, somewhere to think... the park!
Wasting no time, Harry made his way to where he needed to go, all the while ignoring the protests his body was making from the quick moving and probably the sores that were reopening in a place he refused to think about. As his arm was growing tired he finally spotted the trees and play area of the park. Making his way over to his favorite spot which was one of the biggest trees and drooping branches he let the trunk drop and as he sat down he was quick to get back up with a shout.
The pain broke through his strength and Harry could no longer keep the happening of the night at bay. Careful not to sit on the ground he tucked his legs beneath him and buried his head in his arms that rested against the trunk lid. At a young age he learned to keep quiet when he cried and this time was no exception. An occasional small sob would escape as the tears did help alleviate some of his self loathing but the fact that the memories of his past weren\'t the nightmares he convinced himself were.
Unaware of his surroundings Harry didn\'t take notice to the giant mammoth of a dog stalking forward. It wasn\'t until a cold wet nose pressed against his bare shoulder where the neck of the shirt slipped down, a spot where there was a large purple bruise, hidden by the dark. Jumping back Harry wiped his tears away with his sleeve. Fixing his glasses that were askew he got a good look at the black scruffy looking dog that was just sitting there, tongue hanging out and staring at him with an intense gaze.
\"Merlin, please don\'t eat me.\" Harry managed to speak as he pressed himself firmly against the trunk of the tree. The dog simply barked and lumbered forward, Harry closed his eyes tightly. Expecting razor sharp teeth to rip him to shreds not only did he feel like kicking himself for not taking his wand out in the first place but shock when a tongue left a trail of drool across his tear stained cheek. \"Ugh.\" Harry opened his eyes and used his other sleeve to clean up what he could.
The dog took a few steps forward, tail wagging, and plopped itself almost into Harry\'s lap. \"You\'re not so bad are you?\" Harry murmured reaching forward and stroking the thick fur of the dogs back. \"You might be huge but I\'m too scrawny for you to eat.\" Harry sniffed. The dogs let out a small bark Harry thought sounded more like a laugh - he must be hearing things.
For a thirteen year old Harry was pretty much still a child even if he was forced to grow up. Resting his head against the warm and seemingly safe dogs back he snuggled closer, scratching behind a droopy ear, he always wanted a pet. With a wide yawn, Harry was just barely aware that he speaking his aloud. \"Running away is scary but I guess with you there that fat bastard wont try to touch me again.\" The dog\'s tail stilled as it listened to the boys words. \"Maybe Voldemort will come and kill the lot of them. Serves them right.\" yawning again, Harry closed his eyes. \"Give Vernon a taste of his own medicine. Won\'t touch me ever again, hurt me like tonight.\" the dog growled low, teeth bared, Harry didn\'t take notice. \"It hurt, more than anything but I have to be strong. I\'ll never go back to that house again. Dumbledore can\'t make me go back, I swear I\'ll - I\'ll hex his beard off. Doesn\'t matter really...\" Harry\'s voice lowered as sleep caught up to him. \"You\'ll be there to protect me...\"
Auther Note this chapter is Dahlias work we agreed to write this chapter in parts so credit 4 this chapter goes to Dahlias thanxs 4 reading SalazarMalfoy and Dahlias
It took more energy than necessary to reach the bathroom but Harry wasn\'t paying attention to the aches and pains to his body. He was just thankful that Vernon had gotten an emergency call to his job and Dudley patronized Petunia to watch the late matinee. Closing and locking the door behind him he limped to the shower where he stripped what remained of his clothes and stepped into the scalding water. Taking the bar of soap he scrubbed at his skin until he was red. No matter how firmly he washed himself he couldn\'t remove the stain of dirt and disgust.
Half an hour later he stepped out, wrapped the first towel he saw around him and padded back to his room not giving any care to the fact he was dripping water to the floor and carpet. Inside his room he did his best to avoid the spot where the \'incident\' accured. Dressing without care if the clothes matched or not he slipped on his sneakers, snatched Hedwig, and slipped back out his room.
He didn\'t care that He was supposed to stay at the Dursley\'s for his own protection - what protection? Dumbledore could just screw himself if he thought he would stay in that house any second longer. With a new determination Harry made his way what used to be his bedroom. Opening the cupboard door he dragged his trunk out with one hand and dragged the trunk to the front door. Setting down Hedwig\'s cage he glanced behind him. A small smile appeared as he stared down at the scratch marks on the hardwood floor Vernon boasted about. Opening the door he slipped out, dragging his trunk behind him, with no intention of ever returning.
On the sidewalk Hedwig hooted. \"Sorry girl.\" Harry stopped and opened her cage. \"Go to the Weasley’s and stay there until school starts alright.\" Hedwig nipped at Harry\'s ear before flying off.
Watching his only companion of the summer fly away, Harry sighed and picked up his trunk. What was he to do? Where was he to go? He probably had some wizard money in a pouch in his trunk... hell, he couldn\'t think what to do at the moment. He needed to go somewhere safe, somewhere to think... the park!
Wasting no time, Harry made his way to where he needed to go, all the while ignoring the protests his body was making from the quick moving and probably the sores that were reopening in a place he refused to think about. As his arm was growing tired he finally spotted the trees and play area of the park. Making his way over to his favorite spot which was one of the biggest trees and drooping branches he let the trunk drop and as he sat down he was quick to get back up with a shout.
The pain broke through his strength and Harry could no longer keep the happening of the night at bay. Careful not to sit on the ground he tucked his legs beneath him and buried his head in his arms that rested against the trunk lid. At a young age he learned to keep quiet when he cried and this time was no exception. An occasional small sob would escape as the tears did help alleviate some of his self loathing but the fact that the memories of his past weren\'t the nightmares he convinced himself were.
Unaware of his surroundings Harry didn\'t take notice to the giant mammoth of a dog stalking forward. It wasn\'t until a cold wet nose pressed against his bare shoulder where the neck of the shirt slipped down, a spot where there was a large purple bruise, hidden by the dark. Jumping back Harry wiped his tears away with his sleeve. Fixing his glasses that were askew he got a good look at the black scruffy looking dog that was just sitting there, tongue hanging out and staring at him with an intense gaze.
\"Merlin, please don\'t eat me.\" Harry managed to speak as he pressed himself firmly against the trunk of the tree. The dog simply barked and lumbered forward, Harry closed his eyes tightly. Expecting razor sharp teeth to rip him to shreds not only did he feel like kicking himself for not taking his wand out in the first place but shock when a tongue left a trail of drool across his tear stained cheek. \"Ugh.\" Harry opened his eyes and used his other sleeve to clean up what he could.
The dog took a few steps forward, tail wagging, and plopped itself almost into Harry\'s lap. \"You\'re not so bad are you?\" Harry murmured reaching forward and stroking the thick fur of the dogs back. \"You might be huge but I\'m too scrawny for you to eat.\" Harry sniffed. The dogs let out a small bark Harry thought sounded more like a laugh - he must be hearing things.
For a thirteen year old Harry was pretty much still a child even if he was forced to grow up. Resting his head against the warm and seemingly safe dogs back he snuggled closer, scratching behind a droopy ear, he always wanted a pet. With a wide yawn, Harry was just barely aware that he speaking his aloud. \"Running away is scary but I guess with you there that fat bastard wont try to touch me again.\" The dog\'s tail stilled as it listened to the boys words. \"Maybe Voldemort will come and kill the lot of them. Serves them right.\" yawning again, Harry closed his eyes. \"Give Vernon a taste of his own medicine. Won\'t touch me ever again, hurt me like tonight.\" the dog growled low, teeth bared, Harry didn\'t take notice. \"It hurt, more than anything but I have to be strong. I\'ll never go back to that house again. Dumbledore can\'t make me go back, I swear I\'ll - I\'ll hex his beard off. Doesn\'t matter really...\" Harry\'s voice lowered as sleep caught up to him. \"You\'ll be there to protect me...\"
Auther Note this chapter is Dahlias work we agreed to write this chapter in parts so credit 4 this chapter goes to Dahlias thanxs 4 reading SalazarMalfoy and Dahlias