Bella

'BELLA'

A D/H slashfiction, and a 'sticky' little AU, MPREG. Angsty-Romance

by EmeraldGrey

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: I don't own anything HP, so don't please, don't sue!

The conception of this story was brought about by a sweet music video, from the very talented Norwegian musical folk duo, KoC. At: http://www.kingsofconvenience.com/ you can find the video by 'Kings of Convenience' of their song, 'I'd Rather Dance With You'.

*hint*The recital scene in the video is going to be similar to the one I'll use in this story.

See if you can find my little blonde 'inspiration' for 'Bella' *wink*...*Hint*, she's a bit taller than the other girls, and SO adorable!

The other part of my plot bunny came about as I was reading a very yummy Post Hogwarts Draco/Harry story on Schnoogle called, 'Second Chances' by the VERY talented Kishijoten at, Http://www.schnoogle.com/authorLinks/Kishijoten/ Just reading and thinking about an older Draco and Harry, and all of the angsty, romantic interesting things that can happen, my muse, Serendipity was off and running, her little mind dreaming up even more! *Although, for the record, my eventual D/H pairing are a bit younger, in their mid 20's.*

Most Important Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, (rolls eyes) OF course, belong to the multi-talented JK Rowlings, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner Brother's Inc!

(as IF I could be that lucky!) *snickers* I just REALLY enjoy removing them, (the Characters) from reality, (ie, the Books & Movies) and plunging them into MY AU fantasy worlds.

NO: Copyright, money nor trademark infringement is intended by this Author & or this website.

Ratings: G to PG-13 first few chapters, then switching to an R rating, with once in a while being on again and off again NC-17 in future chapters, for language and some vivid past scenes and scenes with sexual themes. =)

Warnings: This is an AU of a Post Hogwarts Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, and it's a SLASH story.

*There will be some younger Harry and Draco. *although they are the same age* The story line will start for Harry at 6 & for Draco at 7.

That part is not D/H 'physically' slashy.

In Draco's case, there will be parental emotional neglect, actual scenes of such and verbal abuse and some physical abuse, but nothing too graphic, again, no sexual abuse in this story*

I also have several HP characters WAY Out of Character.

(who in the real HP-world is an old lady, part of the 'old gang' aka OOTP and a Squib)

Not gonna say too much more, so as not to give away my plot. =)

Main Pairings: DM/HP OC/? (and who knows what the future will show?)

Spoilers: Erm. All of the five books (so far) and all three movies, (so far)

Summary: What events shape Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter into the men they

Author Notes: I want to thank my Cassy, AKA, *jameschick* for her PATIENCE, encouragement and love and friendship, once again, gently showing me,

As she listens to me babble silently, and as we share ideas, I also appreciate any and all tweaks she does for me too. =)

A tiny BTW, and then on to the story.

For those of you wondering, yes, I did take Classical ballet lessons, from ages 3 to 13.

But, although my mother would not allow me to take pointe (toe) It STILL was a very special experience for me, one I'll always treasure.

I enjoyed each and every recital, even the ones that were the hardest, because even back then, I loved a good challenge! =)

*And yes, a good instructor can catch you up to the rest of the class, in minute time, but you have to work hard and practice EVERY day, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day! Makes for some very sore little feet and muscles too* =)

'Bella'

~*****Chapter One*****~

Little six year old Harry James Potter was staring at his Uncle Vernon.

With a finger hooked in his mouth, and his other reed thin hand curled around the white drawstring of his too-big-hand -me-down red and white striped hoodie, he paused in his observation of the beefy man to tug up at his overly large dull grey breeches.

*~~^^

Noticing the little boy was watching him, the fashionable attired older man huffed loudly, and then turned his chunky wide frame away from the child, imploring passionately once again to whomever was on the other end of the phone line.

Blinking owlishly up at the portly man through black too heavily framed glasses, a mixture of hope, awe, and fear, crossed his small features as he listened carefully to the man speak on the telephone to whom he hoped was, her...

*~~^^

The sweet lady, the lady that watched over him when they didn't want him.

The funny and nice lady that had SO many colorful pretty kitties, and even though her house smelled a bit, well...odd, like cats and cooked cabbage, really he didn't mind this fact, NOT at all.

When he was with her, they had many adventures!

She would hold him and read to him, and take him to the park to play.

Around her he felt like a normal kid, not a freak, not a bother, just a normal little boy.

She would take the time to swing him gently on the swings, even though last year, she had taught him how to kick out and pump hard and swing all by himself.

He enjoyed the picnics she took him on.

Even though the sandwiches were just thin slices of homemade days old bread, barely coated with enough peanut butter and jelly to taste, and the small tin of crisps were a tiny bit stale, he didn't mind, no not at all.

He loved the strange pale orange drink she called pumpkin juice.

Somehow, it always made him feel better after drinking it, and she always let him have as much as he wanted. She also made sure that while he was with her, he had plenty of milk to drink as well. And, as a special treat, she'd give him small dark sweet chunks of something she called chocolate too!

*~~^^

Unlike his Aunt, who would give him milk only after her 'Duddykins' had his fill.

And the horrid little fat boy would drink as much as he could hold, until there was barely a cupful left in the bottle.

Then his Aunt would smirk meanly, and pour what was left into a glass and fill it up the rest of the way with water, plop it down in front of him telling Harry all the while how fortunate he was to be living here with them, and not in some tall, dark brown spooky orphanage in London, where little children never even got milk, and even if they did it would be mostly watery, and that THEY had to eat stale bread crusts for every meal!

And, everyday, his Aunt made sure Dudley had plenty of the dark brown stuff called chocolate.

When he asked for some too, his Aunt had said, "Little freaks like you, don't get any, chocolate because they don't deserve any."

*~~^^

Harry knew she didn't have as much as his family The Dursley's, and he understood what being 'poor' meant.

It meant never having enough of the stuff that others took for granted.

Like his fat and lazy cousin, Dudley.

If Dudley had a sandwich of peanut butter and jelly, he'd pout and whine and cry until Aunt Petunia made sure that the filling was so heavy on the thick fresh bread, that it would drip off in great purple sugary globs, running off of his pudgy fingers and sliding down his chubby little arms to plop onto the table in a great gooey mess.

Harry preferred strawberry and even though he did too, Dudley enjoyed seeing Harry made to eat grape jelly, which he didn't much care for.

Sometimes, when she wasn't looking, and if he wasn't quick enough, that sticky mess would end up smudged all over Harry's new glasses, or smeared into his curly thick black hair.

Some how, the fat brat always made it look like it had been Harry's fault.

After several sharp slaps from his Aunt, *his own dead Mother's older sister* to whatever part of his little body she chose to attack at the time, she would always then cuddle the little fat demon beast, while said beast smirked at a fuming Harry over his mother's skinny shoulder.

Harry had learned long ago, It was hopeless to go up against Dudley, for Harry always ended up the one being punished.

As he'd toiled out in the hot sun picking sharp prickly weeds from his Aunt's garden, Harry would ponder that, in his observant opinion, Dudley Dursley was 'the devils spawn', NOT him.

*~~^^

Closing his eyes, Harry again concentrated on her...

But, even as much as this sweet woman was poor in some things, she was SO very rich in others!

She had a very rich imagination, and her heart was, *in Harry's young opinion*, made of pure gold!

For when she let him pretend that they were having a great feast at a Royal banquet,

she had shown him how to weave the tiny soft buttercups into wreathes, and together, sitting in the warm grasses, they had made their crowns.

When he'd asked her why they were making them, she replied, “Because," she told him softly with a sweet smile and a wink, "You couldn't possibly have your Royal feast without wearing your Royal crown!"

Her soft tinkling laughter held him spell bound, and her bright smile, and sparkling eyes were so warm and kind.

And, as she'd held him in her arms, gently brushing back his messy bangs, and rocking him slowly, Harry had decided then and there, when he got big, he would marry her!

And they'd live happily forever, just like the people in the stories she read to him, and after teaching him to read, she would read right along with him.

*~~^^

The little dark haired boy's colorful fantasy musings were cut short however, as he heard his Uncle Vernon gleefully say, "YES! Thank you Mrs. Figg, we shall bring the boy over to you straight away! Petunia was just saying this morning how.."

Harry watched the man look strangely at the handle of the black phone, and shrug his huge heavy shoulders as he happily replaced the receiver.

*~~^^

Both of his tiny hands flew foreword to hold in the bubbling giggles that if they escaped, would cause the large man to yell loudly at him.

Only Dudley was allowed to enjoy himself.

If Harry even tried, he was punished, for his Uncle was certain that Harry showing any kind of pleasure, meant the boy was up to mischief.

And any mischief done by Harry was met with a harsh punishment.

*~~^^

"Pet!" He had yelled so loudly, little Harry had to rush to cover his ears with both small hands tightly, knocking his glasses crooked on his slim pixie nose.

Aunt Petunia came running, her pale blue eyes bright with hope.

"Well!" She demanded, "Did she, or didn't she?"

Pointedly she glared at her nephew as he straightened his glasses, smiled sweetly at her 'Dudders budders' and then frantically searched her husband's chubby face for the answers.

"YES! SHE BLOODY HEL.."

"Vernon!" Harry's Aunt admonished, smacking her husband's thick arm, looking down at both little slack jawed boys.

"The children, Luv..."

Blushing bright pink, he ducked his head and grunted, "Erm, Yes, ah, of course my sweet, my mistake.."

Glaring now at his gob smacked nephew, he growled, " Shut yer pie hole boy and listen up!"

Dudley had giggled madly, stuffing a chubby fist inside his large mouth as Harry's little red mouth had snapped shut, his bright be-speckled emerald green eyes widening.

"Boy," His now towering Uncle resumed ranting, "Mrs. Figg has once again been gracious enough to offer her babysitting services for the Summer to your worthless hide. That same hide I shall tan bloody if you so much as step one toe out of line in my absence while in her care."

Stomping a huge foot down at the terrified child, he yelled, "Go, and gather what you'll need for the duration of your stay. HURRY, BE quick about it!"

But, before the happily shocked little boy can even move, bending down the large man grabbed up the tiny body by the too large shirt, tightening his grip with both meaty fists and shaking it soundly, said, "You'd best behave!" He growled.

Slamming the dizzy little boy back onto his feet, he slapped the round little backside hard, smirked cruelly as he watched the tiny child stumble, fall down, pick up his fallen glasses and carefully perch them back onto his little nose and then rush to his room to do as he'd been ordered.

Harry's slender hands trembled in equal amounts of rage and excitement, and his skinned knees throbbed in pain, as he fumbled to open the small door of his 'room'.

Glancing around, he let his eyes get used to the dimness. Grabbing up as much as he could carry, he then stumbled out of the room, biting back the shooting pain in his feet and legs, using his hip to close the door to the cupboard under the stairs.

Rolling his eyes as his Uncle bellowed yet again, he hurriedly ran to the living room.

He couldn't wait to leave here!

*~~^^

After a few sharp raps, the door slowly opened.

Harry peeked up at her through his thick messy jet black bangs, and smeary thick glasses...His own personal guardian Angel...

*~~^^

Once Uncle Vernon had again expressed his deep gratitude,

pressing a fat amount of some folded bills into the woman's work worn hands, he had then tipped his hat.

With a spring in his step he'd quickly taken off for home.

Only then, when he saw the back of his Uncle's wide bouncing arse, did the little dark haired orphan boy let out the huge breath he'd been holding.

Hearing the same noise coming from above him, he looked up at her and grinned.

Smiling down at him, she opened the door even wider,

"Welcome Harry, please, do come in!" She said cheerfully.

*~~^^

That had been a few hours ago.

After doctoring his boo-boo's and after a nice breakfast of thick sausages and fluffy scrambled eggs with yummy gooey cheese and thick slices of wheat toast with real butter and strawberry jelly, Harry had happily helped her to clear the table and wash and dry and put away the dishes.

Wondering how she could now afford such expensive foods, but, being a polite little boy, and remembering his scary Uncle's threats, he'd decided he'd best not ask her.

She had then told him she had some things to do in another room, and had thanked him for his offer of help, but, as they were grown up things, she had to decline it.

*~~^^

Instead she had turned on her radio, and was motioning to the new large woven basket in the corner by the new child sized table and one little child sized chair.

The brown wicker basket was filled to the brim with shiny brand new coloring books, crayons, markers, and lots of new colorful childrens story books.

Again, the child's curiosity was peaked, as he wondered where on earth she'd gotten the funds to buy such nice things. And, again he beat down the urge to ask her.

Smiling at him kindly, she told him to "draw, color, read, or whatever he wished to do, as long as he didn't go outside without her."

Kissing him sweetly on his little forehead, she had then left in a colorful swish of the long odd clothing she always wore.

*~~^^

The music made Harry happy.

It filled his little heart and soul to over flowing, and he wanted to...

Dance!

He didn't know what he was doing, but it felt right and it WAS fun.

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember how to move like the graceful dancers he'd once seen on one of the many tellies at the Dursley's.

*~~^^

Uncle Vernon had yet to return from work, and while his Aunt had been busy upstairs bathing her 'perfect' little boy, before the family went out for the night, Harry had dared to watch a show.

It had been almost Christmas time, and the large living room had glowed warmly with the soft twinkling multi-colored lights adorning the huge green silver tinsel covered tree sparkling in the corner of the room.

Cautiously, he'd twisted on the black knob and had been in awe of what he'd seen after flipping through the many channels to find something good on.

A large stage had held a lot of what he was sure his Aunt would call, scantily clad people. Both the women and the men were dressed in strange yet colorful skin tight clothes.

And the music was so twinkily, sweet, tinkily, and happy, it had made him feel SO good!

It even tickled his tummy as he watched the people on the screen move and twirl.

He had almost fell over on his bum when one of the very beautiful ladies, had ran lightly...

On her bloody toes! And then jumped up very high, only to be caught by a very tall strong slender dark haired man, who twirled her very fast, so fast she looked like a blur, and then set her down very carefully to the ground and then swept her up again and flung her away twirling, and then she sorta bowed really pretty like, and ran away! Wow!

Listening to the announcer's voice before the commercial came on, announcing that, "Tonight's viewing of Tchaikovsky's 'Nutcracker Suite Ballet', was being performed by the Royal Ballet." Harry had smiled.

Carefully he tried out the strange sounding word on his tongue, 'Bah lay' and found he rather liked the way it sounded and felt when he said it!

Harry had rolled his eyes while waiting impatiently for the commercials to be finished.

Once they were done, he had settled down, on the floor, his knees drawn up to his chin, his eyes wide and glued to the captivatingly beautiful dancing people on the screen.

The tones of the enthralling music, and the mesmerizing scenery, stole him away as little Harry James Potter slowly fell in love.

He didn't even care that he'd gotten hit several times by his Aunt after she'd come downstairs after Dudley's bath and then had yelled at Harry and had smacked him. Nor did he even care that, again he'd gotten hit by his Uncle for watching their Television without permission.

Because, that night, as he lay on his thin cot, Harry had unknowingly smiled in his sleep, as he dreamed of himself as the tall slender handsome dark haired dancer, whirling and twirling on the stage.

*~~^^

Arabella Figg had to hold her hand over her mouth to smother the giggles as she happily watched the adorably clumsy little dark haired boy whirl and dance, a huge smile plastered on his slender face.

At a very loud, "MEOW!" and a grumpy hiss, she bit her bottom lip hard, wiping away the tears of mirth from her eyes, as she watched Harry bend over from the waist to

sweetly apologise to the offended paw he'd accidentally trod upon.

Watching him fondly from the doorway, she mentally patted herself on the back, as she glanced up at the clock, and then busied herself with checking her purse for the 10th time that morning to make sure she had everything.

*~~^^

When she had approached the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry a month ago with this very idea, she had held her breath in anticipation as the elderly Wizard had, offered her a candy, which she'd politely declined, before popping one into his own mouth, as he'd thoughtfully sat staring out at nothing while he'd slowly sucked on a bright yellow lemon drop.

Moments ticked by, and she'd felt her palms grow sweaty as she awaited his decision.

Looking down at her lap, then up at him, then down and up, she had finally burst out,

"Look, Albus..."

But the elderly man had silenced her with a held up hand.

Gently he said, "The scar, Arabella, others will know him by that. Merlin knows the chances you're taking by even letting him go that park!"

At her indignant squawk, he smiled, held up both hands palms foreword and said, "Hush now child, I know you meant well. And he does look very happy when you take him there, I too have seen that."

Blurting out, "Concealment charm!" before he could again stop her, he grinned, grabbed another piece of candy, popped it into his mouth and said,

"Hmm...Now that's something that just might work. I've also know of one of my old students that could be very helpful, he was a former Hufflepuff in your year.

You might remember him, his name is 'Eathen Simone?"

Nodding her head, she did remember the highly picked on pudgy child.

It had been bad enough he'd been a Hufflepuff, but the boy had been heavy set with the limpest wrist she'd ever seen.

Not that she cared who he preferred, boy's over girls, but it had been a sorry sight to see as even the boy's of her own house of Gryffindor had picked on him too.

But the worse of the Houses had been Slytherin, with Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape being the cruellest of all to him.

It had been just before the Summer of their Fifth year, she had come around a corner while, rushing to Potions class, cursing herself for being late and had tripped over him.

He had been beaten SO badly, and his wand had been placed somewhere she was sure wands were NOT supposed to go.

His face had gone deep red as she'd carefully extracted it, muttered a cleansing charm on it and then setting it aside, had, after carefully undoing the bindings to his roped bloodied hands and feet, covered him with her own robe.

He had smiled a bloody almost toothless smile at her gratefully, before promptly passing out.

As he was much larger than her, she was at a loss as to how to move him, and she was scared that his attackers just might come back and finish the job.

Luckily for her, and for him, Lily Evans had been late for class too that day, and had been barrelling around the corner as well.

With mostly Lily's assistance, as she been the one to staunch the bleeding from the boy's badly mangled body NOT Arabella, and both of them had got him to some help.

Lily had been taking extra classes in healing as she hoped to one day become a medi-witch at St. Mungo's.

Once he'd been carefully placed on the cot Lily had conjured, they made their way to the nurse on duty.

It had been Lily with her wand at the ready, fire sparking in her over bright emerald green eyes as she'd dared anyone to try and stop them, or to even try and touch the fallen boy...

Arabella had been SO very frightened, she'd almost wet herself as they passed through the looming shadows deep in the dungeon, before reaching the welcoming safety of the sunny infirmary.

Arabella had always been in awe of the beautiful girl before, but after seeing her so protective of him, a stranger almost, someone she barely even knew, well, that awe had turned to a deep respect.

And, poor Lily, After she'd rescued the chubby boy from his near death experience, he'd almost smothered her with hugs of kindness, lots of candies and cards and little gifts, causing the girl to blush brightly, and the Gryffindor four to growl loudly.

Especially James Potter.

Eathen even took to proclaiming LOUDLY to anyone that would listen, that, "It was wonderful girls like Lily Evans, that could turn a gay boy straight!"

It had made Arabella and Lily sad when the sweet boy had transferred schools the next year.

*~~^^

Turning confused dark blue eyes to her former headmaster and still mentor she asked softly,

"Forgive me Albus, but what, pray tell, does Eathen Simone' have to do with little Harry Potter?"

Twinkling crystal blue eyes watched her carefully as he said two words,

"Wizard's debt."

~*****to be continued in Chapter 2*****~