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Chapter 4- Nightmares

This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and this chapter contains non-consentual sex with minors, and gang rape. the depictions are not overly graphic. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy my first fiction story


AN- this chapter was hard to write, but nessecary it also somewhat shorter than usual. // = a dream sequence


Harry walked back to his room, nervously fingering the amulet around his neck. His magic was spiking again. The spike seemed to grow more and more as he neared his room.
He paused in front of the door, the magical build up in him about to snap.
He reached for the door handle.
In the end it was all rather anticlimactic.
Harry's magic flowed from him to meet that of another's- to Harry's advanced senses, it was somewhat pretty, but most people would have seen nothing more than Harry entering the room, and softly closing the door.
A lifemate.
It was impossible. Cambions didn't mate. Their existence was cursed by both wizards and there own kind.
Slowly, Harry walked over to the boy on the bed
He had obviously intended to stay up for a while, then fallen asleep. Harry moved almost without thinking, carefully tucking him under the blankets, and brushing a few strands of pale blond hair out of his face. Now that he was closer, Harry could pick out his scent.
Draco smelt better than even Snape.
A Veela. So that explained it.
Veela's mates were supposed to be companions for life. Someone who would love him for all eternity.
But then, Family was supposed to love you. Teachers were supposed to care. Professor Dumbledore was supposed to be the epitome of Kindness and goodness.
Slowly Harry walked back to his own bed. He couldn't let himself be attached to anyone. They would only hurt him.

Draco awoke with a start. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He'd wanted to meet his future life partner. And, from the bond resting comfortingly on his mind, he already had.
Briefly, he wondered what had happened to wake him up so suddenly, when he felt it again. The bond quivered.
His mate was in danger.
But that was impossible- he was lying just over there, asleep and-
He watched in horror as Harry Writhed
A nightmare


//Harry walked from his last class, ignoring the glares of his classmates. They all hated the fact that an eight year old could keep up with students twice his age.
Before he could take another step, he was surrounded.
A group of sixteen year old guys from his transfiguration class swarmed around him, taking the old school wand he had borrowed, pulling him into an old, unused classroom. Before he knew what was happening, they had put up silencing charms, and ripped of his clothes, as well as their own.
He cried out as the first one roughly thrusted in.//


Draco watched with growing concern as he crossed the cold stone floor toward Harry's bed, the dark haired boy's face twisting in the nightmare as if in remembered pain.


// “Harry, could you stay behind for a moment please?”
Harry cautiously went to his teachers desk, as the rest of the class filed out of the door, happily discussing their plans for the three day weekend.
Before he could do anything, Professor Synde cast a spell on him.
Harry felt his body go limp- he couldn't move!
Synd grinned, and performed a locking charm on the door, and silencing wards around the room, before picking up the now immobile student, and carrying him over to the desk.
He licked his lips as he looked down at the boy's prone body, thinking of all the things he would do to the child over the extended weekend.//


Draco felt his wings extend as he crawled across the bed toward the silently contorted form, and wrapped his arms around his prone form.


//Harry lay curled naked in the fetal position, his form a mixture of himself, from five and a half, through to just under thirteen, a mixture of the ages he had been at every-time he had been beaten up, raped, abused, or hurt.
He sobbed, Blood was everywhere, leaking from cuts and open bruises, mixed with cum, and leaking out of his ass, but it all changed
The dream scape seemed to change as a pair of pure white wings enveloped him. The countless hurts and worries that plagued him seemed to be washed away in a sweep of white plumage//


Draco watched as Harry slowly calmed down, and eventually a smile formed on his perfect face. Even that weird looking scar on his forehead only highlighted his looks.
For the rest of the night, Draco continued to hold Harry, whispering words of comfort to the now smiling, sleeping teenager.


AN- sorry this one was so short and took so long to write. please review.