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Cloud My Eyes With Hate	By : QueenOfChaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry strode into the house with a garish over-confidence, a wide set grin on his face. Encountering Petunia, he recieved a suspecting glare and nothing else; she didn't go out of her way to hurt him like the others, but she did remain wary of him...unarmed as he was. No, he would leave her with only the mess.

Climbing the stairs, still wincing with the pains of the night before, Harry sneakily opened his cousin's bedroom door, where the fat, pig-like boy was still snoring.

~Any ideass, Larune?~

The snake stirred around his upper arm, hidden under the black cloth of Dudley's old hoodie.

~What hasss the boy inflicted upon you?~

~Many scarssss...ssome too deep to heal properly~

Larune hissed in displeasure, and Harry could feel her tighten her grip on his skin.

~Ssscar him back...Wound him deeply sso that he never forgetssss his ssinss~

Harry smiled softly to himself, Larune was definitly a good choice in friend and partner. Spying Dudley's old video game boxes, Harry counted down to five above the bottom of the pile, slid out the box and opened it. He knew this was where Dudley kept all his 'less savory' possessions.

Gazing at the contents, he found it slightly more full than the last time he had checked. It now contained a Stanley knife, a packet of unopened Richmond Superkings, two condoms (like he'd ever use them), 2 pounds of weed, several photos of naked pre-teen girls with terrified expressions plastered all over their caked on faces and a rifle shell...supposedly from his first gang kill (like hell).

Pocketing the weed and cigarrettes, Harry fingered the stanley knife longingly, as if it were an old lover, placed it back on the table and spun on his heels to face the bed. He could feel Larune sliding down his arm and into his pocket, no doubt drawn by the smell of the intoxicating drug.

~Larune, leave it alone, thatssss for later~

~Yes massster~

Never the less, she still remained in his pocket and curled up, fast asleep in seconds.

Oh yes, he and that particular knife had many memories together, the blood spilled and screams of terror heard by them both still sent shivers down Harry's spine.

Harry stalked towards the bed, and pulled his dust coated wand out from the bedside cabinet, where he had always known Dudley had kept it after pleading with his father to be the one allowed to snap it in half. He never had of course, the mystery of the magicks was too great to toss aside.

Despite common belief *his so-called family's and friends belief* Harry was NOT stupid, just naive. Pawing at the floorboads with the toe of his sneaker, Harry made a firm resolution to never let naivity cloud the pathway to his goal.

"HEY DUDDERS!" Harry yelled into his fat-arse cousin's ear as he ripped back the bedsheets. The screams of terror and surprise must have missed the memo though, although Dudley's mouth was open, and by god it was wide enough, no sound could be heard.

A daunting grin settled upon Harry's features.

"That's the beauty of Lady Magik Dudders, spells that control, bend and twist things to our will...although, you already know that dont you? No?" Harry's face twisted into a sneer of mock surprise. "Well let me show you!"

Words that still from that day on haunted Harry as he remembered Draco's cry of surprise and pain, hit with that awful spell...the day he felt true regret...left Harry's mouth once again, filling his taste-buds with ecxtacy as the sweet taste of magic filled with murderous intent flowed from his throat and down his tongue.

"Sectumsempra!"

Blood spurted from Dudley's chest as a slash as long as his forearm and almost as thick tore his flabby skin apart. Not content with the amount of pain shown on Dudley's face, Harry decided to prolong this as long as possible without the boy passing out.

"Incendio" Using the burning charm as a cauterising tool, Harry ran his wand down the boys wound, the smell of burning flesh pervading the air. COntinuing past the wound itself, Harry used the heat to scar Dudley in the exact same way he was, and wrote across his breast bone a word he has been taught since he could talk...FREAK.

This amount of pain was just too much for the overweight teenager who passed out, much to Harry's disgust.

"That was child's play to what you inflicted upon me" Harry sneered a praise-worthy sneer by standards of Malfoy himself as he padded from the room and down the hall.

Harry was glad for all the latin and spell books he had stolen over the years from the school library, they had been most helpful in the creation of spells of his own. Ms Pince, god bless her, was blind as a bat when it came to the restricted section, no matter how well she may guard it during the day.

His uncle thundered down the hall towards Harry, Vernon had seemed to always posess a sixth sense when it came to Harry's proximity.

"Did yesterday not teach you? FREAKISH PIECE OF SHITE TO EVE-"

Vernon never got to finish as Harry threw a spell so fast he barely had time to blink.

"Ago vestri sin!" The powder blue ball of light hit Vernon firmly in the chest, and immediatly, wounds appeared on his body with seemingly, no certain cause.

"Like that, bastard? This curse is one of the best I think I have made so far, and I saved it just for you! Its basic translation is 'Live your sin'. Every hurt you have caused you will recieve back to you ten-fold...nifty isn't it?"

Harry knew the words had fallen upon un-listening ears, he spied blood trickling from the ears of his dear old uncle and knew he had been dead since the moment the curse had made contact with him.

"Need to work on that one...it's too fast, not enjoyable at all" said Harry to no-one in particular, a disheartened look on his face as he fixed his eyesight with a quick yet powerful 'Occulus Reparo' His glasses had long since been broken beyond repair and the need for constant contact lens charms was annoying him.

"Ahh, fuck it" Harry growled as he shrank his possessions, including the trunk with all his books and broomstick, and shoved them into the pocket not occupied by Larune and strode out of the front door onto the street.

"Fuck it all, I'll just go to Grimmauld Place..." Harry quickly backtracked that statement, that would be where all the fucking bastards would look first. Ron, Hermiony, Dumbledore...everyone.

"No, I'll just make my way on the streets...loads of people do it...not so hard" Harry noticed with a grimace that he sounded how he would imagine a Malfoy would sound in this situation.

"Knightbus!" Harry called into the dark black, and sure enough, the large vehicle appeared like always. Stepping on gracefully and with an air that said 'Ask and you die' Harry handed several galleons to the driver, ignoring the pimple-covered twat gaping at him and asked to go to Soho, the shady night-life of London.

Night-life, Harry thought to himself, would take a little adjustment but the money he could make as a cosplay waitor, or even going as low as a lap-dancer, he could afford to look out for number one. He dare not touch the money amassed in Gringotts...Dumbledore, he knew, had full control over his accounts and would know in an instant that he was still alive and kicking in London.

Stepping off the bus as soon as he reached his destination, Harry set forward with a steadfast will to find a job, although it didn't take him long to figure out that nobody in Soho wanted a boy with as many clear cut faults as he had to do the jobs that were on offer. He looked emaciated and gaunt... definitely unattractive and his clothing just made things worse.

It suddenly occured to him that he didn't have any money left either...he'd given it all to the driver. Annoyance showed in his eyes as he realised that he would have to sleep outside...again...just like before he left. Walking into a nearby allyway, Harry cast a Tempus charm and discovered it was well past one in the morning, but cancelled it almost immediatly as footsteps sounded loudly in his ears from behind him.

Spinning around, he was confronted with an extremely drunk, but obviously well off man in his thirties.

"Heya babe" the man whispered in his ear, the alcoholic stench causing Harry to recoil, "How much?"

How much? The man thought Harry was a common whore!

"Sorry mate, but I ain't your bitch" Harry put up a common front, hoping to sound like a regular around these parts, instead of the noob he actually was. Being cocky however, had its drawbacks, and Harry soon found this out as he was punched full in the face, knocking him back into the wall and onto the floor, an audiable 'Snap' telling him that his wand was now...well...not now.

Harry was ultimately defenceless. It also occured to him that as he felt for the pieces of his wand...that Larune was no longer there.

"Come on now kid, I only want a blow-job, surely you arent that inexperienced?" The man grinned, unzipping his trousers and taking out a semi-hard cock that to Harry seemed the size of Manhattan! Horror struck the raven's face as the man pumped himself until he was straining hard, his cock now a threatening presence all of its own.

Harry was taken completely by surprise as the stranger yanked him by the hair and forced his cock to the back of the boys throat, causing Harry to nearly choke on it.

"Now you be a good lad and watch them teeth, or I swear you will be sorry" To make his point, the man gripped Harry's hair painfully with a vice-grip. Tears slipped down Harry's face as the man thrust himself into Harry's mouth, his cock causing a painful friction with his throat.

Suddenly, a voice rang out and fast footfall headed directly towards them. The strange man looked up, and a surprised expression appeared as he was punched in the side of the head, knocking him out cold.

"'Ere, mate, you alright lad?" Harry looked up to find a very strange woman looking at him with concern.

"Yeah...I-" Harry managed to rasp before his tongue tasted what his mouth now tasted like and gagged violently.

"You poor chick, come with Auntie Nat. It'll take more than water to get the taste of cock out" With that, Harry found himself dragged along the streets of Soho and into a world he had never seen before.
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