Running from the Terrible
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
831
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2
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0
Currently Reading:
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Running from the Terrible
A/N I find myself in need of a beta. IM me: omizuhime
The hunched over figure in the back of the alley coughed pitifully. However horrible it was out on the streets, it was better than the hell hole he had run away from. One could only take so much torment and abuse in one lifetime, and he had long since reached his limit.
It had taken him sixteen years to finally pick up the courage to walk out on the pitiful excuse for human beings that called themselves his family. Even now, in the cold, the thought made him smile.
~Flashback~
Beaten and bloodied, a boy that looked much older than he was laid on the bed, spent after the round of beatings and rape he had endured that night. Thankfully, there had only been a few of them that night, so he wasn’t as sore as he usually was.
The once bright eyes were now dull, dead to the world, and void of any emotion. He stared at the empty space above him, not really thinking of anything, until he heard a tapping at the window. Looking over, the boy sighed and waved his hand in the direction of the sound, wandlessly opening the panes to the tawny bird. How it had gone unnoticed by anyone who may be watching, he didn’t know, and didn’t much care. He wordlessly took the tiny piece of parchment the bird carried, and turned back to the bed, wincing as he leaned back down against the single pillow he was allowed.
Uncrumpling the paper, he wondered idly to himself why he was even bothering.
Dearest~
I cannot come to you now, but I have found a safe place. Go there, and I will meet you when I can.
Your Beloved
P.S. No one will be able to find you. I am your secret keeper.
All at once, the eyes that had been dead for the whole summer shone, half with tears, half with love as the paper fluttered to the floor in a flash of flames.
“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”
The teenager looked back at the so-called “man of the house” and spat at his feet. “I’m sick of this, sick of you. I’m not going to take any of this shit anymore, you self-righteous bastard. I may be leaving now, but I’ll be back. When I get here, you and that bitch you call a wife had better be prepared.” He turned on his heel and walked out the front door, ignoring the pain that stung with every step he took, and left all he had known for so long behind.
As soon as he had walked to a point where it was safe, the figure closed his eyes and he and all he had were apparated to where he knew he would be loved.
The hunched over figure in the back of the alley coughed pitifully. However horrible it was out on the streets, it was better than the hell hole he had run away from. One could only take so much torment and abuse in one lifetime, and he had long since reached his limit.
It had taken him sixteen years to finally pick up the courage to walk out on the pitiful excuse for human beings that called themselves his family. Even now, in the cold, the thought made him smile.
~Flashback~
Beaten and bloodied, a boy that looked much older than he was laid on the bed, spent after the round of beatings and rape he had endured that night. Thankfully, there had only been a few of them that night, so he wasn’t as sore as he usually was.
The once bright eyes were now dull, dead to the world, and void of any emotion. He stared at the empty space above him, not really thinking of anything, until he heard a tapping at the window. Looking over, the boy sighed and waved his hand in the direction of the sound, wandlessly opening the panes to the tawny bird. How it had gone unnoticed by anyone who may be watching, he didn’t know, and didn’t much care. He wordlessly took the tiny piece of parchment the bird carried, and turned back to the bed, wincing as he leaned back down against the single pillow he was allowed.
Uncrumpling the paper, he wondered idly to himself why he was even bothering.
Dearest~
I cannot come to you now, but I have found a safe place. Go there, and I will meet you when I can.
Your Beloved
P.S. No one will be able to find you. I am your secret keeper.
All at once, the eyes that had been dead for the whole summer shone, half with tears, half with love as the paper fluttered to the floor in a flash of flames.
“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”
The teenager looked back at the so-called “man of the house” and spat at his feet. “I’m sick of this, sick of you. I’m not going to take any of this shit anymore, you self-righteous bastard. I may be leaving now, but I’ll be back. When I get here, you and that bitch you call a wife had better be prepared.” He turned on his heel and walked out the front door, ignoring the pain that stung with every step he took, and left all he had known for so long behind.
As soon as he had walked to a point where it was safe, the figure closed his eyes and he and all he had were apparated to where he knew he would be loved.