Angel of Darkness

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter….. Ya know…. I really hate repeating myself over and over *small sigh*

Authors Notes: All right….. Here I am with a new bloody story which is more twisted but still… I couldn’t help myself with a little Draco and Harry romance *winks* PLEASE REVIEW!

Important Notice: All right…. I’m rather busy at the moment with being sick and all… so I may not be able to update in awhile… if you’ll kindly be patient with me over it!

Warning: this story contains child abuse, rape, suicidal thoughts and in the later chapter some nice juicy sex. If you don’t like it then DON\'T READ IT!

Angel of Darkness

Chapter One

The Tiny Dots of Hope in a Black World…… Just Like Stars in The Night.

Harry Potter stared at his reflection in disgust, hating what he saw with a passion. It was near midnight at the Dursleys, the day before leaving for the train to Hogwarts. The boy who lived would usually be filled with excitement at this but not this time. Harry reached up and gently touched a bruise that was forming around his eye; he winced and cursed himself for being so weak. He quietly made his way to his small bedroom and plunked down on the bed, ignoring the springs that stuck in his back. He brushed his hair away from his eyes and let out a heart full sigh, looking the ceiling over with little interest. He turned his head to look at his wand that lay on his desk then to Hedwig who screeched and flapped her wings.

“No Hedwig… I’m not going to use magic to heal myself… I’m going to leave every scar, mark and bruise on my body…” He said in a hushed whisper, his eyes traveling to the open window. “…that way I can return the favor, and hurt him just as worse…” Harry rested his eyes on the open window as a cool breeze moved the curtains, sending them to dance in the air, the stars over head were bright; making Harry smile. He watched the sky, though his mind was on this past summer. Uncle Vernon lost his job and was sent into a fury, blaming everything on Harry. Harry shut his eyes tightly at remembering the beginning of summer, he remembered how Vernon’s breath smelled like whiskey and how it felt to get hit by a grown man for the first time. Vernon would not only hit and kick, the sick bastard like blood for some reason and to him, Harry’s blood was like wine. Long scars covered Harry’s back, caused by many objects… some in which Harry doesn’t even want to know. His wrist covered in scars, not from himself but from Vernon, he enjoyed watching the crimson liquid pour over his fingers. Harry didn’t mind it, he much rather him cutting his wrists opened then to be raped again. Harry knew he was gay for the past year, after sleeping with a few Hogwarts girls and some sexual encounters with men he much enjoyed the males more but not Vernon. His first time with a male was fast rough and painful and something that haunted him in more ways then one. When Harry opened his eyes again their emerald depths only showed the beatings and the scars, everything else being drown out by the despair. Harry felt nothing but the cold, it killing every idea that someone could love him. Usually at this point he’d get up and grab his razor, making small scratches on his arm, nothing too deep; only ones that are deep enough to leave a mark, only ones that would remind him that he wasn’t dead but still alive, alive with a vengeance. The razor that was in his desk drawer was calling… but not tonight. Harry was frozen in place letting sleep overwhelm him, watching the twinkle of the stars before he shut his eyes and returned to darkness.

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Draco Malfoy lay in bed with a sad smile, looking up at the canopy of his bed just to see himself being reflected from the mirrors over head. There was movement beside him and his eyes traveled from his reflection to the female beside him. She was a pretty thing with dark brown hair and blue eyes, legs for days and a chest that would make any man drool. He smirked at her sleeping form, knowing she got the ride of her life. Draco looked at his reflection again, his smirk leaving him completely. Draco’s summer was long and boring, nothing seem to excite him anymore… not broom races, Quidditch matches not even sex. His eyes traveled to the chick beside him again and rolled his eyes. Sure he found his release but the bliss only lasted for a few moments before his heart beat calmed down and he was left with her sleeping form. He dreaded the morning when she’d probably wake up and start to cry saying “oh my boyfriend will hate me” and such. Little did she know that Draco fucked her boyfriend’s brains out the night before. Draco looked at his watch and sighed detaching himself from the female to slip into his black silk robe.

He silently walked to the French door and swung them open, stepping out into the chilled air. He searched the sky for any sign as to what’s wrong with him. He remembered yesterday, trying to remember the name of the guy he shagged… Brad…. He thinks it was. He recalled his eyes, a dark green… they reminded him of someone else with that kind of color for eyes. He thought of the people at school and gave a small jump of surprise when he realized that the green eyes belonged to none other then Mr. Harry Potter. Draco chuckled to himself as he thought of the boy who lived facial expression when he found out that the Prince ling Malfoy was Bisexual… Draco shivered at the cold, looking up at the sky one more time and making a silent promise to the stars that he’d talk to Harry at Hogwarts, but for now. All he wanted to do was lie down and get what sleep he could before the whiney bitch that was still asleep on his bed would wake him up with her whining.



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Draco looked around the train station with a small glare, gazing around as the muggle girls watched him with desire and the guys half hating him and half wanting him. His bags were already on the train sense he got there early, so he decided to walk around the station to entertain himself. His robes billowed open, making them look more like a cape then school robes. He had on a well fitting black turtle neck to help with the changing weather and very fine black dress pants; after all he was a Malfoy and not some poor Weasley. He brushed his temperamental bangs back from his eyes, slipping on his dark sunglasses, making him look not only like a bad ass but a total heartthrob. Draco rounded the corner as he put the lid on his Styrofoam cup, the sweet smell of coffee filling his senses. He stopped mid step, a smirk forming on his delicate lips at seeing the all too familiar ruffled black hair and sharp emerald eyes, of course not looking at Draco himself but it brought him a short sense of peace every time he gazed within their depths. Draco watched as Harry and his two friends loaded their things on board and climbed into the train. He smirked to himself and climbed on, taking small sips of his coffee as he walked down the train, listening carefully for the voice of the boy who lived. He stopped when he heard it, the one voice that can make him feel disgust and giddy at the same time.

“Listen… I have something to tell you two that no one else knows…” Said Harry, his voice, to what Draco thought sounded rather nervous. At that Draco moved into the next compartment and put his coffee down, listening carefully and was in the middle of pulling his glasses off when he heard it, his sunglasses falling from his hand to the carpeted floor. “Guys… I’m gay…”

Harry took a deep breath as the last words left his mouth, looking between his two best friends faces to see their reactions. Ron stared at him for a few long moments before blinking; Hermione just picked her head up, smiled and went back to reading. It was Ron whom broke the silence.

“G-gay? You mean that as in being Happy right?” His voice didn’t hide the surprise he was feeling, nor did his face.

“umm… No, I mean that as in ‘males only’” Harry looked down at the floor of the compartment. He never knew that telling them would be this hard but he sighed in relief, finally getting it off his chest.

“Bloody hell mate! But you’re the guy with all the females falling after you …. You and Malfoy are the most wanted out of the entire school and you’re gay?” Hermione laughed at Ron, shutting her book after she marked her page.

“That’s true… though Harry’s not the only one that’s gay you know, Malfoy is Bisexual anyways… and I haven’t heard anyone say that he was with a female lately so he just might be gay as well!” Hermione smirked at Ron who just opened and closed his mouth as if trying to talk but nothing was coming out. Harry looked at Hermione in surprise at this news; it seemed that his enemy and he might have something in common.

“So….. You have no problem with this?” asked Harry, the nervousness in his voice again, putting the information on Draco’s sexual orientation away for later attention. Harry held his breath and waited for either of them to speak.

“Well of course we are mate…. It’ll just be hard to get used to!” Said Ron with a goofy grin, a small blush slowly appearing on his cheeks. “Just make suru puu put silencing charms on your bedroom from now on okay?” Hermione elbowed Ron gently but chuckled anyways.

“It’s fine with me Harry… I had a small suspicion at the end of last year.” At Hermione’s last words Harry sighed in relief, a large grin appearing on his face.

“…Why were you so nervous?” asked Ron, raising an eyebrow while stuffing some chocolate in his mouth.

“Well...” Harry began, his eyes shifting between Ron and Hermione. “The Muggles you see… some of them really don’t like gays… Some have even died from beatings and… some have even been raped because of it.” Harry looked down, him being gay wasn’t the reason Vernon raped him, but it still hurt to say the word. “In the muggle world there are a lot of people who hate gay’s because it’s against their religion or they just don’t like the idea of two guys together…” Harry sighed and shrugged. “It’s a cruel world!”

“But Harry…” started Ron with a grin. “You’re not in the muggle world right now… no one’s going to ridicule you now… well maybe the Slytherin...”

“Ron’s right Harry… some of the most famous wizards and witches have the same sex lovers.” Hermione said with a small smile. Harry stared at them for a long moment before moving from his seat to hug both of them.

“Oi… the muggles must be hell if they can’t even except a little thing like this!” said Ron while hugging Harry back.

“They are… some are really nice but others aren’t so nice.” Said Hermione as Harry let them both go. He sat back down with a large grin, not feeling this good since before summer started. For a few moments he forgot about the scars and Vernon… for a few sweet moments it was like it used to be.

“Hogwarts will be leaving in five minutes.” Buzzed the intercom above them, Ron looked at his watch and sighed.

“Ron and I are going to go for a walk Harry… we’ll talk to you later.” She grabbed her book and stood up with Ron, Ron smirking with a faint blush. Harry just laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Right… Sure…. A walk…. Have fun snogging…. I mean walking!” Hermione stomped out of the compartment, though her head was held high the blush still could be seen. Ron headed out after her, pausing only to give Harry the thumbs up. Harry watched as his two friends away down, looking for a secluded place. He leaned back in his seat and smiled, looking out he whe window and watching as many different wizards and witches walked back and forth.

“If it isn’t the famous Potter!” said a familiar voice next to him, Harry turned his head and looked up into silver eyes.

“Hello Malfoy.” He said in a dull voice, watching as the beautiful Slytherin sit down across from him as if he owned the entire train. ‘Wait a minute….. Did I just think he was ‘beautiful’…? Man…. I’m loosing it!’ Thought Harry to himself. Watching as Draco slipped his glasses back on his head to hold his troublesome bangs in place. “What are you doing here?” asked Harry suddenly, finding it odd that Malfoy would sit anywhere near him.

“Well... I’m here because I’m going back to school…” said Malfoy with a grin, playing it dumb. When Harry rolled his eyes and waited for him to tell the truth he sighed. “It’s a place to sit isn’t it… and besides, Weasley and that Mudblood took the compartment next to mine and I refuse to be anywhere near them while they snog!”

“Awww…. Poor Draco!” Harry said with a small chuckle, mentally congratulating them on freaking Malfoy out. Harry paused at that, realizing he called Malfoy Draco… yeah… he was defiantly loosing his mind. Draco just shrugged and took a sip out of, what Harry assumed was coffee.

“So… I couldn’t help but over hearing your conversation from before…. So the famous Harry Potter’s Gay?” said Draco with a smirk, watching Harry’s face go from shock to anger.

“You know it’s impolite to listen to others conversations!!” said Harry with a small growl. Harry couldn’t help himself at letting his eyes sweep over Malfoy as he took another sip of coffee. He never noticed before how ivory pale Draco’s skin was, or how tall he’s gotten, about the same height of Harry now. Draco’s Hair was a little bit longer as well and to Harry’s enjoyment, he watched as Draco licked his lips, licking up a small drip of coffee.

“I’m leaving Potter, just watch your back…” said Draco, standing up with a scowl, oblivious to the fact that Harry was watching him before.

“Why Draco?... are you going to be watching my backside for me?” Harry smirked as a small tint of pink entered Draco’s cheeks. Draco glared and whirled around, stepping out of the compartment and walking quickly away. Wondering if Harry noticed him watching his ass last year, he growled to himself and started to look for Crabbe, trying to get those emerald eyes out of his head. Harry leaned back in his seat again, yawning as the train started up. His eye lids started to get heavy and found it hard to keep them opened, He stretched out on the seat with a yawn, falling asleep shortly after. He didn’t move or notice that someone was putting a robe over him to keep him warm; he certainly didn’t notice that the robe belonged to a Slytherin with Silver eyes and dark sunglasses.