The Truth Is Things Change

Hi everyone! This is Shiny-Chan! This is the first chapter for my

new story. Please review everyone and tell me what you think. This

is a semi-dark fic. Rape, torture, language issues and male/male

warnings so if you don’t like this kind of stuff then don’t flame.

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while so I

finally got it written down and tweaked it enough to post it. Here

we go.


Steam billowed through the air, almost concealing the wave Narcissa

Malfoy sent her son as he boarded the Hogwarts Express. Draco

turned around and nodded in return before climbing onto the train.

He hefted his trunk onto one of the nearby luggage racks and brushed

his robes off before moving further into the train. He made his way

slowly to the compartment he took every year on the journey back to

Hogwarts, sneering at anyone who happened to touch him. They all

shied away, leaving him to finally reach his compartment. He opened

the door and shut it behind him, and reclined on one of the benches

before realizing that he wasn’t alone. Sitting across from him on

the other bench was a young man, sound asleep. Draco snarled and

began to snipe at his unwelcome guest. The trespasser woke, and

immediately fell to the floor and cowered in the corner of the

compartment, mumbling incoherently.

“Please, no I’ll be good Uncle Vernon! Please don’t touch me!” Draco

reached down and touched the boy lightly on the shoulder and the boy

flinched. His face whipped around, eyes wide open in fright and

Draco gasped in recognition.

“Potter. What the hell do you think you’re doing in my compartment?”

Harry stopped shaking on the floor and smiled shakily.

“I don’t want to sit with my friends,” he said, “Can I stay? I’ll

just stay over here in the corner and be quiet.” Draco flopped down

in the seat closest to Harry and crossed his arms. He looked Harry

in the eyes with his piercing gaze.

“There will be conditions Potter.”

“What Malfoy?” Draco’s voice lowered an octave as he whispered in

Harry’s ear.

“Number one, you have to stop fighting with me and be my friend.

Number two, you have to tell me what made you have that little fit

just now.”

“Why do you care Malfoy? And why would you want to be my friend? You

hate me remember?” Draco shrugged and stared out the window at the

scenery that was speeding past beneath them.

“You know I actually never hated you? My father was the only one

that hated you. I was just miffed that you turned down my friendship

in favor of Weasley’s. I found out second year that my father was

watching my actions so I just became nastier to you in general. I

was actually going to thank you sometime this year for putting him

in Azkaban. You started to hate me after Weasley said one sentence

about my family and you never bothered to look for the truth did

you?” Harry slowly shook his head, ashamed of his actions. He

started to stand up shakily from the floor. He stumbled over his

numb feet and fell on Draco’s lap, the hand he used to break his

fall landed right between Draco’s legs. Harry scrambled to get off

of Draco, who was displaying an interesting shade of green and a

grimace on his pale face.

“I’m sorry Draco, are you okay? My feet were asleep and I lost my

balance.” Draco attempted to smile through the stubborn grimace.

“I am really tempted to hex your balls right now, Potter. Dammit

that hurt!”

“I am so so. . .” Draco waved away his apology.

“Forget it Harry. Do you accept the conditions or not?” Harry

glanced at the sincere silver eyes trained in his direction before

holding out his hand. Draco looked at Harry incredulously and

stretched out his hand, pausing before making contact.

“Are you serious, Potter? You are willing to be friends with me,

Draco Malfoy?”

“Yes.” They shook hands and Harry sat next to Draco on the bench

seat. Draco watched the quiet boy closely. He seemed to be staring

out the window, but his eyes were glazed and unmoving.

“Harry, are you going to tell me what happened to you?” Harry turned

his head to Draco, head bowed in shame.

“I am sorry Draco. I can’t tell you yet. When I am ready to talk

you’ll be the first one to know.” He fell silent again and Draco

nodded.

“I guess that’s all I could really ask for anyways. Just know that

I’m here whenever you are ready to talk.” The door to the

compartment slammed open and a furious Ron Weasley stormed inside.

“Get away from Harry, ferret! He wouldn’t want to be around filth

like you. Come on Harry.” Ron grabbed his arm and started to drag

Harry out of the compartment. Harry whimpered in fright and he

tried to pull away but Ron’s grip was too strong. Crystal tears

flowed down Harry’s face.

“Stop Weasel! You’re upsetting Harry!” Ron scowled at him.

“What would you know about it, Malfoy?”

“LOOK AT HIM!” The tears fell even faster from Harry’s eyes as he

stared into space. His whole body was shaking and he wore a haunted

look on his face. Ron released his arm and he slumped bonelessly to

the floor and curled into a fetal position.

“I’m sorry mate. Are you okay? What did Malfoy do to you?” Ron

touched Harry on the shoulder and he flinched away from him.

“Draco didn’t do anything. He is my friend. Can you leave me alone

please?”

“HOW CAN YOU BE FRIENDS WITH HIM!!!? HE’S A MALFOY!”

“No Ron, he’s Draco. Will you just go now!?” Ron dipped his head as

he turned and stalked out of the compartment much the same way as he

entered.

“Are you going to be okay, Harry?” Harry didn’t answer and Draco’s

pale hand began to rub soothing circles in Harry’s back.

“Come on Harry. You have to get into your robes. Do you want me to

leave?”

“No. You can stay.” Harry went to the far side of the room and

opened his trunk to retrieve his uniform. Draco had worn his uniform

to Kings Cross Station, so his did nothing but watch Harry change.

He was appalled to see the damage Harry’s body had taken. Harry had

his back turned to Draco but he could still see the protruding ribs

that spoke of starvation, the carved scars on his back that spelled

out ‘FREAK’, ‘FILTH’, and ‘BITCH’. Some of them were fresh and some

looked weeks old. Angry purple bruises littered the rest of his

torso, and they seemed almost tame compared to everything else he

had gone through. Draco silently drew his wand and cast a silent

glamour spell to cover what Harry surely didn’t want anyone to see.

Harry stiffened.

“What did you cast on me?”

“Just a basic concealment spell. I felt sure you wouldn’t want

others to see the scars on your back. If you come see me on a couple

days I will teach you the spell.” The train screeched to a halt and

Harry almost flew out of the train and into one of the

thestral-pulled carriages, leaving Draco to watch him go and wonder.

Just what had happened to Harry this summer?