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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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12,765
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67
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Prologue - The Start of It All
Summary: Challenge Fic for Moonlight Black Rose. A potions accident causes magical creature Harry to be duplicated by the hundreds... Now everyone is getting their rocks off with their very own personal submissive Harry. The only danger is that if someone other than Harry’s destined mate gets the real Harry, Harry will die.
Prologue – The Start of It All
Harry stared at the ceiling. He was in his room at Number 4 Privet Drive, making no noise and pretending he didn’t exist. It was a technique he had mastered long ago, with one minor slip-up before his second year, but that was hardly his fault. He smiled faintly as he thought of Dobby. In any case, he knew he was safest in his room, doing as instructed, especially since it was Dudley’s birthday party and Vernon and Petunia were out of the house for the night.
He stirred when he picked up on a noise at his door. It sounded like someone was trying to get in. But that couldn’t be right… Dudley should have taken great care to make sure that his friends ignored Harry and focused on him. He decided it was just his imagination and laid back down, resuming his analysis of the drab ceiling. He dozed off, thinking vaguely of what it would be like to truly not exist.
It came as a surprise when he was shoved out of his bed and onto the floor. Laughter met his ears as he groggily attempted to figure out where he was and what was going on. His hand reached instinctively for his wand, but it wasn’t where he’d left it. He tried to look for it, but his vision blurred – whoever had disrupted his nap had taken his glasses and his wand.
“Dudley? Dudley, please give me back my glasses,” He said as calmly as he could.
“Listen to him. He thinks it’s Dudley,” a sneering voice said with a slightly nasal quality. “That fat oaf is drunk off his ass downstairs. It’s just you and me and a couple of witnesses.”
Harry processed the voice. “… Piers?”
“Did I say you could call me by my name?” Piers lashed out and backhanded Harry. Harry toppled over again only to have a hand grab his hair roughly and yank him to his knees. “You’ve got no right. You’ve been thinking you’re better than me for years, Potter. And all with that scrawny body and those pretty looks.”
Harry felt a shiver of fear run through him. Here it was, the dawning of his birthday, and he was about to be violated by his cousin’s would-be friend. He struggled against the grip on his hair. Piers raised a fist, ready to punch Harry again. Harry braced himself for the strike. But it never came. Instead, Piers fell over onto the floor, unconscious, and Dudley stood there, looking a bit dazed, but roughly lucid, despite his state of drunkenness.
“Dudley?” Harry asked, knowing his cousin only for the blond hair and large shape.
“Okay, ‘arry? If I’d known ‘e’d c’me up ‘ere, I’d ‘ave watched m’ drink better,” Dudley knelt next to Harry heavily. Harry felt his glasses being slipped on his face and his wand pressed into his hand. Dudley gave him a small smile.
Harry was about to return it when overwhelming pain shot through his entire body. He screamed and vaguely felt himself falling over, as if in slow motion. His wand rolled out of his hand and off the tips of his fingers, clattering to the floor. And then, all was black.
Dudley was shocked. He hadn’t done anything. He began yelling his cousin’s name, trying to get him to wake up, to say something.
Prologue – The Start of It All
Harry stared at the ceiling. He was in his room at Number 4 Privet Drive, making no noise and pretending he didn’t exist. It was a technique he had mastered long ago, with one minor slip-up before his second year, but that was hardly his fault. He smiled faintly as he thought of Dobby. In any case, he knew he was safest in his room, doing as instructed, especially since it was Dudley’s birthday party and Vernon and Petunia were out of the house for the night.
He stirred when he picked up on a noise at his door. It sounded like someone was trying to get in. But that couldn’t be right… Dudley should have taken great care to make sure that his friends ignored Harry and focused on him. He decided it was just his imagination and laid back down, resuming his analysis of the drab ceiling. He dozed off, thinking vaguely of what it would be like to truly not exist.
It came as a surprise when he was shoved out of his bed and onto the floor. Laughter met his ears as he groggily attempted to figure out where he was and what was going on. His hand reached instinctively for his wand, but it wasn’t where he’d left it. He tried to look for it, but his vision blurred – whoever had disrupted his nap had taken his glasses and his wand.
“Dudley? Dudley, please give me back my glasses,” He said as calmly as he could.
“Listen to him. He thinks it’s Dudley,” a sneering voice said with a slightly nasal quality. “That fat oaf is drunk off his ass downstairs. It’s just you and me and a couple of witnesses.”
Harry processed the voice. “… Piers?”
“Did I say you could call me by my name?” Piers lashed out and backhanded Harry. Harry toppled over again only to have a hand grab his hair roughly and yank him to his knees. “You’ve got no right. You’ve been thinking you’re better than me for years, Potter. And all with that scrawny body and those pretty looks.”
Harry felt a shiver of fear run through him. Here it was, the dawning of his birthday, and he was about to be violated by his cousin’s would-be friend. He struggled against the grip on his hair. Piers raised a fist, ready to punch Harry again. Harry braced himself for the strike. But it never came. Instead, Piers fell over onto the floor, unconscious, and Dudley stood there, looking a bit dazed, but roughly lucid, despite his state of drunkenness.
“Dudley?” Harry asked, knowing his cousin only for the blond hair and large shape.
“Okay, ‘arry? If I’d known ‘e’d c’me up ‘ere, I’d ‘ave watched m’ drink better,” Dudley knelt next to Harry heavily. Harry felt his glasses being slipped on his face and his wand pressed into his hand. Dudley gave him a small smile.
Harry was about to return it when overwhelming pain shot through his entire body. He screamed and vaguely felt himself falling over, as if in slow motion. His wand rolled out of his hand and off the tips of his fingers, clattering to the floor. And then, all was black.
Dudley was shocked. He hadn’t done anything. He began yelling his cousin’s name, trying to get him to wake up, to say something.