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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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21
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81,718
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361
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2
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2
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The New Me
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or any characters relating to Harry Potter. They all belong to JK Rowling and...WB and...is there someone else? Anyway, I just play with them for awhile, so don't sue, oki?
Warnings: Well, where to start...It's gonna get pretty graphic at some points, so...not for the faint hearted. It's gonna be a Harry/Draco slash, so if you have a problem with that type of relationships, then...WHAT are you doing on a page dedicated to Harry/Draco stories?!
A/N: Hi! This is my first posting here on AFF.net, and it's a first for me writing as graphic as this is...Boy, am I nervous! Um...I hope you'll like it, and leave reviews. I'll use flames to roast my enemies over. And I would just like to say that this story will be taking place in 2006-2007. I don't care that Harry's 7th year "should" be in 1998 or whatever - it's my story, I'll do what I please with it. Now, without further ado - this is the first chapter! *bows and starts the story*
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Chapter 1
Pain.
That was his world right now.
Mind numbing pain.
As he slowly opened his eyes to his darkened room all he wanted was for it to stop.
Every summer he came back to this Hell, and every year the abuse just got worse.
The abuse had been going on for as long as he could remember, at first it was just being slapped around when he did something wrong and being starved, and then it got worse when he turned seven, but the shit really hit the fan the year he got his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
When he got his letter his uncle nearly beat him to death.
He arrived for his first year at the magical school covered in bruises and wounds and with a pair of broken bones. He didn’t want anyone to see him like that, so he wished and wished for them to be covered. And like the time his aunt had cut all of his hair off, his magic responded and covered them so no one could see.
And then the Sorting Hat tried to put him in Slytherin.
Of course, he talked it out of it, after all, that was where all the dark wizards were put, and he really didn’t want to be bad. He didn’t want people to hate him, and he certainly didn’t want to loose his first friend, Ron Weasley.
So, he begged the Hat to put him anywhere but Slytherin, and he got his wish.
After being sorted into Gryffindor he had spent the next 6 years wearing a mask that portrayed everyone’s image of the perfect Gryffindor Golden Boy.
The only time that he really lost control over that mask was in 5th year. That was when the rapes had started again.
He spent the entire year pissed off and scared senseless of having to go back to the Dursley’s. Then with the events at the Department of Mysteries when Sirius…no, don’t think about that, it won’t do any good anyway.
As soon as he got back “home” that year, Vernon gave him a welcome home “party”.
He didn’t think he’d ever felt that kind of pain before.
*flashback*
He was terrified when he stepped out through the barrier at Kings Cross Station and saw uncle Vernon. He couldn’t suppress flinching, and hoped no one noticed.
“Get over here, boy.” Vernon sounded pissed already. Harry hung his head and made his way over to the person he feared the most after quickly mumbling a good bye to his friends.
That’s right – forget old Voldypants, he was scared stiff by this obese muggle.
“Get your stuff in the car now, or we’re leaving it behind.”
“Yes, uncle Vernon.”
He hurriedly put his trunk and Hedwig’s cage in the boot of the car and got into the backseat to wait for his uncle.
During the three hour drive he could feel his uncle’s mood worsen. He knew that the moment they got back to Privet Drive it would all start again. He just hoped that he wouldn’t get raped again. He could still remember the feeling and the pain from last time, even though it was almost a year ago.
When they pulled up in front of the house Harry nearly threw himself from the car to get his things in the house as quickly as possible to try and stave off his uncle’s impending explosion.
He hauled his things up the stairs and in to his room just barely missing knocking over his large cousin, Dudley.
He quickly put his most prized possessions and a few vials of healing and pain relieving potion that he had stolen from madam Pomfrey, under the loose floorboard under his bed. As soon as he had put the floorboard back and thrown himself on top of the blankets that made up his bed, he could hear the heavy footsteps of his uncle coming up the stairs.
His door slammed open and the doorway was filled with the looming figure of his uncle. Harry flinched again when he saw the look on Vernon’s face. It was a look of pure hatred mixed with glee. He knew in that very instant that tonight was going to hurt.
“It’s time for your punishment, freak. Your crazy teacher sent us a letter telling us about what happened to your ‘dear’ Godfather. Not so cocky now, are you? Petunia and Dudley have gone out so it’s just you and me, freak. Tonight, I’m going to make you scream.”
As he stared in horror, his uncle stepped inside the room and locked the door with a key that he put in his trouser pocket. He put the box he had with him on the floor in front of the door. Harry could see different torture devices poking out of the box. This was going to be worse than he had expected. He felt absolutely terrified.
Even through the terror he felt, Harry had enough wits about him to drop the glamour charms covering his body. He knew that Vernon liked to admire his ‘handiwork’. There would be hell to pay if his uncle thought he had used his ‘freakiness’ to have the scars removed.
“Take off your clothes, freak, and lie down on your stomach.”
He quickly got to his feet and stripped down to his boxers.
“No, freak, all of your clothes.”
He swallowed loudly and slowly peeled off his boxers, standing completely naked in front of his uncle watching as his greedy eyes took in his body hungrily.
Being fed and not being abused for 9 months had caused him to gain some muscles and grow a few inches to 5’8”. His hair had grown down to his shoulders and was as messy as usual.
“Now, lie down on your stomach.”
Harry did as he was told, and was shocked to find his hands and feet being clamped in iron shackles bolted to the floor. He hadn’t noticed them as he came in the room.
He now lay spread eagle face down on the floor, and started to anticipate the pain about to come, when he heard a sound that made his blood freeze.
The sound of a whip descending through the air, just before it landed on his already scarred back. He couldn’t hold back a scream of pain at the sensation. It felt as though the flesh on his back was being peeled from his very body. It must have been a new toy of Vernon’s, the whip he usually used didn’t feel like this!
Again and again the whip fell on his back until it was a bleeding mass crisscrossed with angry lines. Harry could only whimper in pain as he desperately tried to put his mind away from the pain and hide himself as far away as possible so he wouldn’t have to deal with it all. It was a trick he had learned at an early age to deal with the abuse he had been subjected to. Had he not started doing it, he would have probably lost his mind the first time he was raped.
Suddenly the whip stopped.
Then he heard a sound even more terrifying than the whip descending through the air.
The sound of his uncle removing his trousers and pants.
He felt his uncle kneel between his legs and started whimpering again when he felt the blade of a knife make its way across his arse cheeks.
As Vernon dragged the flat of the knife down his crack, he started shivering uncontrollably. Vernon had never used a knife down there before!
“Scream for me…” his uncle whispered in his ear before plunging the knife into his hole.
The pain was excruciating!
He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw. Then the knife was removed and something bigger was slammed into him. He was sure he was going to die from the pain.
He felt something tear inside him as Vernon rammed his cock extra hard in him pumping in and out while grunting his pleasure at the pain he was causing his nephew. It seemed to go on for ever until Vernon finally came and collapsed shuddering on top of Harry while thrusting jerkily until he was completely spent. After a minute or two he pulled out roughly and stood up gathering his clothes and unlocking the manacles from Harry’s arms and legs. Placing the now discarded whip and knife back in the box before picking it up and just before closing the door behind him, he turned around and said in a scary voice;
“Welcome home, freak.”
*end flashback*
It had only gotten worse after that, with daily torture sessions, only lessening the amount two weeks before he was due back at school. He had spent the entire 6th year in some form of drug induced haze trying to forget.
Of course, no one noticed that he was high or drunk all the time, they were just glad to have their ‘happy and normal’ Golden Boy back. The only one who seemed slightly suspicious was Hermione when they performed the ritual that would make them brother and sister by choice, if not by blood. But she never said anything, so he didn’t either. He didn’t want anyone to know what was going on.
Then when he killed Voldemort at the end of May after destroying the last horcrux, the Wizarding World had gone crazy. It was actually quite funny, in a morbid sort of way, how he had managed to kill the Great and Almighty Dark Lord. Voldemort had as usual taunted him about this and that, his parents, his Godfather etc etc. But what really did it, was when he mentioned Harry’s ‘family’. This lead to Harry losing his temper, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his hands around his thin and scaly neck and squeezing until Voldemort stopped breathing, a second before his neck snapped under the pressure of Harry’s hands. When he realised that Voldemort was dead, without him having to use any of the Unforgivables, he had quickly cast an Incendio and watched as the corpse of the most evil being in the world slowly burned to a cinder. He had used the Marrenous spell to gather his ashes in an indestructible urn.
The whole Wizarding community had raised him to the skies and proclaimed him an even greater Hero. He had even been given the First Order of Merlin.
That was actually pretty ironic, considering that he was actually a descendant of Merlin and the four founders of Hogwarts.
No one knew that of course, not even Dumbledore or Ron and Hermione. It was actually pure chance that he had found out himself.
He had found a book about his parents’ lineage in one of his vaults in Gringott’s when he went to pick up some money to get his school supplies last year.
The book was written in parseltongue, so he didn’t have to worry about someone else reading it.
Still, him being the celebrated hero didn’t stop old Dumblefuck from sending him back to the Dursley’s this summer with the excuse that he was not yet of age and that there were still Death Eaters at large. At least he had gotten to take down Bella the Bitch and Lucius Fucking Malfoy before he was sent back to Hell.
Vernon greeted him back by backhanding him into the banister of the stairs when the Weasleys had dropped him off a month ago.
He was pretty sure his birthday was in a couple of days, he would finally be of age to leave here. The second the clock struck midnight he was out of there, he was going to one of the houses he had inherited from his parents. It was in Wales, and he planned to stay there until September 1st when he would take the trip to Hogwarts for the last time.
He slowly dragged his broken body to stand in front of the window.
The full moon shone gently on his bruised face and he wondered how Moony was fairing tonight. Snape had developed a new type of Wolfsbane potion that made the transformations basically painless while still making it possible to retain oneself whilst in wolf form.
Harry was glad that Moony wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of transformation anymore. Maybe when he got out of here he could go see Remus? That would be nice.
Just a few days more, he was sure.
At that precise moment, the Grandfather clock in the sitting room began chiming for midnight.
Suddenly Harry collapsed from a sudden burst of pain, strong enough to knock him unconscious.
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A/N2: So, there you have it!Um...hope you liked it, and I'll try to update once a week or so... Let me know what you thought about it, and I'll see you next time. Until then!
//LoveGD
Warnings: Well, where to start...It's gonna get pretty graphic at some points, so...not for the faint hearted. It's gonna be a Harry/Draco slash, so if you have a problem with that type of relationships, then...WHAT are you doing on a page dedicated to Harry/Draco stories?!
A/N: Hi! This is my first posting here on AFF.net, and it's a first for me writing as graphic as this is...Boy, am I nervous! Um...I hope you'll like it, and leave reviews. I'll use flames to roast my enemies over. And I would just like to say that this story will be taking place in 2006-2007. I don't care that Harry's 7th year "should" be in 1998 or whatever - it's my story, I'll do what I please with it. Now, without further ado - this is the first chapter! *bows and starts the story*
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Chapter 1
Pain.
That was his world right now.
Mind numbing pain.
As he slowly opened his eyes to his darkened room all he wanted was for it to stop.
Every summer he came back to this Hell, and every year the abuse just got worse.
The abuse had been going on for as long as he could remember, at first it was just being slapped around when he did something wrong and being starved, and then it got worse when he turned seven, but the shit really hit the fan the year he got his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
When he got his letter his uncle nearly beat him to death.
He arrived for his first year at the magical school covered in bruises and wounds and with a pair of broken bones. He didn’t want anyone to see him like that, so he wished and wished for them to be covered. And like the time his aunt had cut all of his hair off, his magic responded and covered them so no one could see.
And then the Sorting Hat tried to put him in Slytherin.
Of course, he talked it out of it, after all, that was where all the dark wizards were put, and he really didn’t want to be bad. He didn’t want people to hate him, and he certainly didn’t want to loose his first friend, Ron Weasley.
So, he begged the Hat to put him anywhere but Slytherin, and he got his wish.
After being sorted into Gryffindor he had spent the next 6 years wearing a mask that portrayed everyone’s image of the perfect Gryffindor Golden Boy.
The only time that he really lost control over that mask was in 5th year. That was when the rapes had started again.
He spent the entire year pissed off and scared senseless of having to go back to the Dursley’s. Then with the events at the Department of Mysteries when Sirius…no, don’t think about that, it won’t do any good anyway.
As soon as he got back “home” that year, Vernon gave him a welcome home “party”.
He didn’t think he’d ever felt that kind of pain before.
*flashback*
He was terrified when he stepped out through the barrier at Kings Cross Station and saw uncle Vernon. He couldn’t suppress flinching, and hoped no one noticed.
“Get over here, boy.” Vernon sounded pissed already. Harry hung his head and made his way over to the person he feared the most after quickly mumbling a good bye to his friends.
That’s right – forget old Voldypants, he was scared stiff by this obese muggle.
“Get your stuff in the car now, or we’re leaving it behind.”
“Yes, uncle Vernon.”
He hurriedly put his trunk and Hedwig’s cage in the boot of the car and got into the backseat to wait for his uncle.
During the three hour drive he could feel his uncle’s mood worsen. He knew that the moment they got back to Privet Drive it would all start again. He just hoped that he wouldn’t get raped again. He could still remember the feeling and the pain from last time, even though it was almost a year ago.
When they pulled up in front of the house Harry nearly threw himself from the car to get his things in the house as quickly as possible to try and stave off his uncle’s impending explosion.
He hauled his things up the stairs and in to his room just barely missing knocking over his large cousin, Dudley.
He quickly put his most prized possessions and a few vials of healing and pain relieving potion that he had stolen from madam Pomfrey, under the loose floorboard under his bed. As soon as he had put the floorboard back and thrown himself on top of the blankets that made up his bed, he could hear the heavy footsteps of his uncle coming up the stairs.
His door slammed open and the doorway was filled with the looming figure of his uncle. Harry flinched again when he saw the look on Vernon’s face. It was a look of pure hatred mixed with glee. He knew in that very instant that tonight was going to hurt.
“It’s time for your punishment, freak. Your crazy teacher sent us a letter telling us about what happened to your ‘dear’ Godfather. Not so cocky now, are you? Petunia and Dudley have gone out so it’s just you and me, freak. Tonight, I’m going to make you scream.”
As he stared in horror, his uncle stepped inside the room and locked the door with a key that he put in his trouser pocket. He put the box he had with him on the floor in front of the door. Harry could see different torture devices poking out of the box. This was going to be worse than he had expected. He felt absolutely terrified.
Even through the terror he felt, Harry had enough wits about him to drop the glamour charms covering his body. He knew that Vernon liked to admire his ‘handiwork’. There would be hell to pay if his uncle thought he had used his ‘freakiness’ to have the scars removed.
“Take off your clothes, freak, and lie down on your stomach.”
He quickly got to his feet and stripped down to his boxers.
“No, freak, all of your clothes.”
He swallowed loudly and slowly peeled off his boxers, standing completely naked in front of his uncle watching as his greedy eyes took in his body hungrily.
Being fed and not being abused for 9 months had caused him to gain some muscles and grow a few inches to 5’8”. His hair had grown down to his shoulders and was as messy as usual.
“Now, lie down on your stomach.”
Harry did as he was told, and was shocked to find his hands and feet being clamped in iron shackles bolted to the floor. He hadn’t noticed them as he came in the room.
He now lay spread eagle face down on the floor, and started to anticipate the pain about to come, when he heard a sound that made his blood freeze.
The sound of a whip descending through the air, just before it landed on his already scarred back. He couldn’t hold back a scream of pain at the sensation. It felt as though the flesh on his back was being peeled from his very body. It must have been a new toy of Vernon’s, the whip he usually used didn’t feel like this!
Again and again the whip fell on his back until it was a bleeding mass crisscrossed with angry lines. Harry could only whimper in pain as he desperately tried to put his mind away from the pain and hide himself as far away as possible so he wouldn’t have to deal with it all. It was a trick he had learned at an early age to deal with the abuse he had been subjected to. Had he not started doing it, he would have probably lost his mind the first time he was raped.
Suddenly the whip stopped.
Then he heard a sound even more terrifying than the whip descending through the air.
The sound of his uncle removing his trousers and pants.
He felt his uncle kneel between his legs and started whimpering again when he felt the blade of a knife make its way across his arse cheeks.
As Vernon dragged the flat of the knife down his crack, he started shivering uncontrollably. Vernon had never used a knife down there before!
“Scream for me…” his uncle whispered in his ear before plunging the knife into his hole.
The pain was excruciating!
He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw. Then the knife was removed and something bigger was slammed into him. He was sure he was going to die from the pain.
He felt something tear inside him as Vernon rammed his cock extra hard in him pumping in and out while grunting his pleasure at the pain he was causing his nephew. It seemed to go on for ever until Vernon finally came and collapsed shuddering on top of Harry while thrusting jerkily until he was completely spent. After a minute or two he pulled out roughly and stood up gathering his clothes and unlocking the manacles from Harry’s arms and legs. Placing the now discarded whip and knife back in the box before picking it up and just before closing the door behind him, he turned around and said in a scary voice;
“Welcome home, freak.”
*end flashback*
It had only gotten worse after that, with daily torture sessions, only lessening the amount two weeks before he was due back at school. He had spent the entire 6th year in some form of drug induced haze trying to forget.
Of course, no one noticed that he was high or drunk all the time, they were just glad to have their ‘happy and normal’ Golden Boy back. The only one who seemed slightly suspicious was Hermione when they performed the ritual that would make them brother and sister by choice, if not by blood. But she never said anything, so he didn’t either. He didn’t want anyone to know what was going on.
Then when he killed Voldemort at the end of May after destroying the last horcrux, the Wizarding World had gone crazy. It was actually quite funny, in a morbid sort of way, how he had managed to kill the Great and Almighty Dark Lord. Voldemort had as usual taunted him about this and that, his parents, his Godfather etc etc. But what really did it, was when he mentioned Harry’s ‘family’. This lead to Harry losing his temper, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his hands around his thin and scaly neck and squeezing until Voldemort stopped breathing, a second before his neck snapped under the pressure of Harry’s hands. When he realised that Voldemort was dead, without him having to use any of the Unforgivables, he had quickly cast an Incendio and watched as the corpse of the most evil being in the world slowly burned to a cinder. He had used the Marrenous spell to gather his ashes in an indestructible urn.
The whole Wizarding community had raised him to the skies and proclaimed him an even greater Hero. He had even been given the First Order of Merlin.
That was actually pretty ironic, considering that he was actually a descendant of Merlin and the four founders of Hogwarts.
No one knew that of course, not even Dumbledore or Ron and Hermione. It was actually pure chance that he had found out himself.
He had found a book about his parents’ lineage in one of his vaults in Gringott’s when he went to pick up some money to get his school supplies last year.
The book was written in parseltongue, so he didn’t have to worry about someone else reading it.
Still, him being the celebrated hero didn’t stop old Dumblefuck from sending him back to the Dursley’s this summer with the excuse that he was not yet of age and that there were still Death Eaters at large. At least he had gotten to take down Bella the Bitch and Lucius Fucking Malfoy before he was sent back to Hell.
Vernon greeted him back by backhanding him into the banister of the stairs when the Weasleys had dropped him off a month ago.
He was pretty sure his birthday was in a couple of days, he would finally be of age to leave here. The second the clock struck midnight he was out of there, he was going to one of the houses he had inherited from his parents. It was in Wales, and he planned to stay there until September 1st when he would take the trip to Hogwarts for the last time.
He slowly dragged his broken body to stand in front of the window.
The full moon shone gently on his bruised face and he wondered how Moony was fairing tonight. Snape had developed a new type of Wolfsbane potion that made the transformations basically painless while still making it possible to retain oneself whilst in wolf form.
Harry was glad that Moony wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of transformation anymore. Maybe when he got out of here he could go see Remus? That would be nice.
Just a few days more, he was sure.
At that precise moment, the Grandfather clock in the sitting room began chiming for midnight.
Suddenly Harry collapsed from a sudden burst of pain, strong enough to knock him unconscious.
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A/N2: So, there you have it!Um...hope you liked it, and I'll try to update once a week or so... Let me know what you thought about it, and I'll see you next time. Until then!
//LoveGD