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Beautiful Raven	By : LostDemonHeart Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21269 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Talking”

‘Thinking’

“Parseltongue”

Letters

Flashback

The platform was very crowded, and Harry smiled softly from the compartment. He was so happy he’d convinced the Weasleys to leave early. They’d been there before the train even opened the doors for the students, so he had quickly managed to get a good spot. Ron and Hermione had respected that Harry had wanted to be alone, so along with Ginny, they went and sat in another compartment. Harry needed room to calm and get used to the situation.

Harry had gotten a new wardrobe during the summer, since his body had changed. Hermione had convinced him to get them specially made, so they were comfortable and practical, and at the same time also made him look good. He smiled softly when he remembered Ron’s reaction to the clothes he was currently wearing.

Harry stepped out of their room, which Hermione had banned Ron from, until Harry had changed his clothes. Harry wore a soft, creamy beige shirt, which sat loosely on his torso, yet also showed off his curves, and a pair of blue, almost black, pants were sitting snugly on Harry’s hips, and loosened down the legs, letting his legs feel comfortable and free, while the pants showed off his strong legs. He had a wine red bandana tied around his waist, almost like a belt, which went down in a V shape on his left hip. His hair was set in a low ponytail, and his eyes stood out against his pale skin, making him look almost angelic, when the sunshine bathed him through the open door, from the window in their room. Ron had stared at Harry for about five minutes, before he had finally gathered enough courage to talk. “Hermione… You need a female version of those clothes…” Hermione and Harry had stared at Ron, before they burst out laughing.

Harry snapped out of it when he heard the compartment door open. “Why, hello there, cutie.” Harry mentally cursed when he recognized the voice; Draco Malfoy. “Aren’t you going to greet me and introduce yourself, cutie?” Draco’s voice was dripping with sweetness, interest and arrogance.

Harry turned and looked at Draco with an annoyed expression. “You know me perfectly well, Malfoy. And if you’d please leave, I’d be grateful. I am alone because I’d like to be alone right now.” Harry turned and looked out the window again, watching as parents lead their kids onto the train. Draco had gotten quiet, and Harry thought he’d left, until he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked to see Draco had sat down opposite of him, and his goons were getting comfortable as well in the surrounding seats.

Harry tried his best to ignore them, though Draco seemed determined to drag Harry into the conversation. It was too late to find another compartment, so he tried his best to endure it. The compartment’s door opened not long after, and Harry was thankful he’d brought some money from Gringotts. He bought a small pile of snacks, as well as a few drinks, to last him through the trip. He knew he’d need it, since Draco seemed to be very clingy. “So, Harry, how was your summer?” Draco purred, and his friends looked at Harry. They had all been surprised Harry looked this good, but they had accepted it easier and faster than the Weasleys had, which surprised him.

Blaise leant forward, smiling at Harry. “And since when did you become so beautiful?” Harry blushed a bit when he heard Blaise call him beautiful, and he shyly looked away. “Isn’t that cute? He’s shy! The Golden Boy is shy!” Draco hit Blaise’s arm lightly, and looked back at Harry.

Harry tried to ignore the Slytherins, though he just heard Draco repeat his question. “How was your summer, Harry?” All of the Slytherins were watching him curiously, and he felt like kicking them all out.

He looked at Draco with a hateful expression. “You truly want to know how my summer was, do you…?” The group nodded eagerly, and Harry looked out the window again. “Alright, since you won’t leave off till I tell you anyway, I may as well give all the details, right?” The Slytherins grinned eagerly, nodding once again.

Harry took a calming breath and started talking. “Well, it started like any other year. The train brought me back and I went home on my own because my uncle was too busy to pick me up. Once I got back, I put my things in my room, and fed my owl, Hedwig. I went downstairs and started dinner, which was expected of me, and after my uncle, aunt and cousin finished eating, I cleaned it all again. Since I had only just got back, I was just kicked in my room, and I was happy not to be beaten. I didn’t avoid beatings during the summer though. Once, I was supposed to fix the back yard, and one of the plants had died, before I came back for the summer, and when they found out it was dead, my uncle beat me. I was in pain when I was making dinner, and accidentally burnt the meat a bit too much, so I got another beating. The abuse continued over the summer, but when I sat up the eve of my birthday, waiting for the time to strike to wish myself happy birthday, I must’ve fallen asleep. I woke up sore the next morning, and I quickly got dressed. I woke up late, so I expected to be beaten, though my uncle had his boss over for breakfast, so luckily he had to be on his best behavior. I didn’t get scolded, but it was still quite weird to be eyed like a piece of meat for sale. After some silence, the boss’ daughter exclaimed she found me hot, and while they started talking, I ran to the bathroom to see in the mirror what they meant. I was honestly surprised. I recognized it from somewhere and ran to my room, looking through my books. They all left on their planned day activities after my aunt had done her best to calm me, which was new to me. I wrote the Weasleys, and Remus came and picked me up. He confirmed my own theory. My mom was a pure Veela, adopted into my aunt’s family, so since my dad was only a wizard, I’m half Veela. I don’t know anything about being a Veela; much less do I know what strengths and weaknesses Veelas have. Now, if you’ll all just leave me be. I wanted to be alone, and I’m only still here because I won’t find anywhere else to be alone by now.” Harry looked at the Slytherins. They were all gaping at him, even Draco, but at least they were silent. He turned back to the window, watching the world rush by outside.

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Harry woke up when Draco shook him lightly. “You fell asleep. The train will be there soon, so I thought I’d wake you up.” Harry stretched his body; not noticing the shirt pulled up and revealed a scar on his hip. “Where did you get that scar…?” Blaise asked. The others were already packing their things, though they stopped and looked at Harry when they heard he had a scar.

Harry snorted and started packing his things. “Which one are you referring to? I have so many I hardly know where to begin.” Harry noticed his beige shirt had gotten chocolate stains. “Damn. Chocolate is practically impossible to get out.” He opened his bag, took out a second shirt, identical in all but the color to the one he currently wore.

He took the beige shirt off, and heard a gasp when his back was revealed to the Slytherins. He had no idea how many scars he had on his back, but he knew they were there. The new shirt was sandy beige instead of creamy beige, though it still fit with the other clothes. Harry corrected the bandana around his waist, and gathered his things.

He ignored the Slytherins’ stares when he left the compartment, and did his best to shake them off, when they followed him. He saw Ron and Hermione stand ready with their bags as well. “Ron, Hermione, can you two please help me?” Ron saw the Slytherins following Harry. “Malfoy thought I was a new student I think. He tried coming onto me, and then he started acting all friendly. When they came into the compartment, it was already so late, that I knew I wouldn’t find an open seat elsewhere. They kept asking questions, and in the end I snapped and told them about the summer, and now they act like I can’t be alone.” Hermione looked at the group of Slytherins, and took out her wand.

The Slytherins all took out their wands, and Ron joined Hermione. Harry smiled and hurried further away from the snakes. Draco put his wand away and got ready to exit the train, and the others followed his example. Draco mentally cursed himself for letting Harry leave. He had to talk to his father right away, which wouldn’t be hard, since his father was the new Defence teacher.

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Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, trying to ignore the stares. Most of the students from fifth year and up were undressing Harry with their eyes, and the younger years were all staring in admiration at the beautiful creature. He was thankful the feast was almost over, so he could go sleep soon.

He was too caught up in his own thoughts, and didn’t even hear his name mentioned, until Ron shook him. “Harry, the feast is done. We can leave now.” Harry smiled and nodded his thanks to his friend. He was up and out of the room before anyone else, while the others were only just getting up from their seats. He had barely eaten, and for some reason he just felt tired.

He went straight to the dorm, and went to bed. He was tired without knowing why, and he really didn’t like it. He told himself he’d go check with madam Pomfrey if he still felt this tired tomorrow at lunch. He fell asleep, dreaming of an unknown person, one he couldn’t recognize, though he felt he’d known the gentle person all his life. He was startled out of his sleep when the person had suddenly split into two, becoming two people, made of shadows; phantoms of his future mates.
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