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Troubled Blessing	By : Ravne131 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: The Potterverse belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from these writings. I write for my own pleasure and the enjoyments of others.

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AN: This took me forever to write but I’ve finally finished with part three. I’m sorry it took so long… but I had to move and it was a cross-country move and I’m attending a new school so I was dealing with settling in and learning my way around and the school is very accelerated so I’ve had barely any free time to write. But I finally finished this part. Anyway… I have no idea how many parts there are going to be. Originally, there were going to be three, then it was four. Now, I have no clue. I’ve expanded the story way beyond what I had originally planned it to be so we’ll see where it goes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor any of the other books mentioned in this chapter.
Troubled Blessing
Part Three
When Harry woke it was to an irate blonde leaning over him. “Potter! You scared me half to death! What were you thinking? You could have lost the baby!”
Harry’s stomach roiled at the very thought. He clamped his hand over his mouth, swallowing hard, trying to suppress his gag reflex. Draco, seeing Harry’s struggle, accio’d a bucket from the bathroom and pushed it into Harry’s hands.
Harry stopped resisting and allowed himself to vomit. Draco sat patiently until he was finished. Then, with a casual wave of his wand, he vanished the contents of the bucket.
Harry sighed and leaned back against the pillows in exhaustion, handing the bucket to Draco who put it on the floor. “How long have I been asleep?” Harry rasped.
“Severus left here almost fourteen hours ago.” Draco responded. Harry looked at Draco incredulously.
“Fourteen hours? Then why am I still tired?” the Gryffindor cried. Draco gave him an ‘it’s so obvious and you’re stupid for not realizing it’ look.
“Because you’re getting over pneumonia, Harry. You were very sick. You’ll be in bed for another couple days at least.” He said.
Harry groaned but was caught up in another coughing fit. Draco reached onto the bedside table and picked up a potion bottle.
“Severus left some potions for you. This one is for the coughing.” He said, handing the bottle to Harry who swallowed the contents gratefully.
The overwhelming taste of the potion had him coughing again but it quickly abated. He pushed himself up on the bed and Draco helpfully set his pillows upright for him to lean on.
“Thanks, Draco.” He sighed.
            Draco stood and went toward the door. “You go back to sleep. You really need it, Harry.” He said. Harry was already drifting off. Soon after the door clicked shut and the lights dimmed, he was pulled into darkness.

…
Harry had spent a total of two weeks in bed, getting over pneumonia before Severus proclaimed Harry well enough to move houses. Harry descended the staircase slowly, Draco gripping his elbow.
“Really, Draco,” he said. “You really don’t have to help me. I’m perfectly capable of walking down the stairs on my own.” But they both knew he was lying. Harry was still very weak. His legs felt wobbly beneath him and he secretly appreciated Draco’s steadying hand.
They made it to the floo room with no problems. Lucius and Severus were both waiting by the fireplace. Harry’s face burned at his own appearance. He knew how badly he must look. He was pale and sickly looking and had dark circles under his eyes. His hair, though clean, was more messy than usual. He was wearing a pair of black flannel pajamas and slippers. Draco had draped a warm blanket over his shoulders because the pneumonia made him feel constantly cold.
“Are you ready to go, Harry?” Severus asked. Harry nodded. He turned to the Malfoy’s, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He said, hand on his protruding stomach. “It’s no trouble, Harry. You’re always welcome here.” Lucius said, smiling.
Harry nodded in thanks and turned toward Snape. “I’m ready to go now.” He said softly. He smiled demurely, looking up at Snape through his bangs. He smiled inwardly when he saw the man flush and turn his face away.
Draco hid a grin, knowing seeing Harry’s move and knowing exactly what he was doing. Lucius, too, saw Harry’s little act and smirked. Both Malfoy’s were secretly cheering on Harry.
Snape extended his arm and Harry gratefully put his hand in the crook of his elbow and leaned into his side, allowing the Potions Master to take some of his weight.
Snape walked slowly toward the fireplace, guiding the weak Gryffindor. Lucius held out the pot of floo powder and both the black-haired wizards took generous handfuls.
“The destination is ‘Snape Manor Study’.” Snape said. He nudged Harry forward who said a quick goodbye to the Malfoy’s and disappeared in a flash of green flames.
“Severus, you should have gone first,” Draco said. Severus looked over at Draco, stopping mid-step. “Harry can’t land safely, he always falls.” Draco said. Snape quickly turned back to the fire and disappeared.
Snape spun through the flames, keeping his eyes shut to ward off any nausea that would come otherwise. He spun out of the fireplace, stepping elegantly out and into his study. Harry was lying on the floor on his side, one hand over his belly and the other cradled to his chest. It was already purple with bruises. He’d broken it, catching himself and preventing himself from landing on his stomach.
Snape quickly crouched down and pointed his wand at Harry’s broken wrist. He said a quick healing charm and Harry sighed in relief, blinking the tears away as the pain left. “Thank you,” he breathed, looking up at Snape with shining eyes. Snape swallowed hard, looking away from Harry’s enchanting eyes.
Snape gripped Harry’s elbow and helped him stand. Harry suddenly felt lightheaded and swooned, stumbling into Snape’s side. Snape’s arm’s quickly came around Harry, holding him upright and Harry’s hands clutched Snape’s robes.
“Oh, Professor,” he groaned, fluttering his eyes. “I’m so dizzy…” Snape swallowed and ignored the tell-tale stirrings in a certain area of his anatomy.
“Here, Harry. I’ll help you to bed.” Snape murmured. Harry went to take a step forward but stumbled again. “I don’t think I can make it,” he groaned, holding his head with one hand and Snape’s robes with the other.
Snape groaned internally. The boy was trying to kill him. He scooped Harry up and held him bridal style, cradled to his chest. He was surprised at how little Harry actually weighed. It seemed like, with the baby weight, he should be a little heavier.
Harry let his head rest against Snape’s chest and reached one hand up and took hold of Snape’s robes. As Snape carried him through the hallways, Harry could feel that he was as tense as a bow string and smiled. His plan was working.

…
Harry woke lying on his side on sheets as soft as satin. It was a moment before he realized that he was lying on satin sheets. He sat up and glanced blearily around. For a moment, he was incredibly confused. He was in a dark room; the decoration all in warm, dark colors. Dark purples and browns accentuated the large bed, curtains, wall color and carpeting.
There was a glowing orb floating in the corner of the room, casting soft shadows across the room. Harry’s gaze was drawn to the nightstand where he saw a bottle filled with some unknown potion and he remembered that he was in Snape’s guest room.
A small piece of parchment was lying next to the bottle and he picked it up and squinted at it. It was a note from Snape in his precise, spidery script.
                                    Harry,
              The potion is for the last of your cough. It’s safe for the baby.
                     Please drink it as soon as you awaken.
                                  -Severus
Harry put the note down and reached for the bottle. He brought it to his mouth and immediately the smell assaulted his nose.
            He dropped the bottle in his haste to get to the bathroom and, in a distant corner of his mind, knew that he’d just spilled the potion on the carpeting. Harry made it through the door and to the toilet just in time.
            He dropped to his knees and started throwing up. His hands clutched the edge of the toilet and he felt tears come to his eyes as he finished throwing up any food and instead started dry heaving.
            Suddenly, he felt cool hands running themselves over his neck and down his back. It took Harry another couple of minutes for his dry heaves to stop at which point he leaned back into Snape’s embrace.
            “Oh, merlin,” he moaned. “It’s normally not that bad.” He lifted a hand and wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks. “Let me draw you a bath,” Snape said. He helped Harry to sit on the lid of the toilet and went to the bathtub to fill it with water.
            Harry watched from his perch as Snape started the water running. Harry observed the man and a blush crept up his neck at the sight the potions master made.
Snape was wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton pajama pants, worn low on his hips. His toned upper body was exposed for Harry’s perusal, which Harry certainly did.
Harry didn’t see the disfiguring marks as something Snape should be ashamed of. They just added to Snape’s overall appeal. All Harry could think of was running his tongue over the ridges marring Snape’s skin, bringing him so much pleasure that he couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a noise aside from pleasured whimpers and gasps.
Harry watched the muscles ripple along Snape’s back as he took bottles from the shelves in the linen cupboard and started pouring liberal amounts of each into the steaming water. Harry felt his mouth watering at the slick looking flesh shown to him.
The Gryffindor was broken out of his reverie when the object of his desires suddenly straightened and turned to face him. Harry looked away, making sure that Snape could still see his slightly blushing cheeks.
“Harry, the bath is ready.” Snape said, glancing away from Harry’s face. Harry stood from the toilet and walked over to the tub, unbuttoning his pajama top. He kept an eye on Snape out of the corner of his eye and internally grinned when he saw that Snape was blushing but couldn’t take his eyes off of Harry’s form.
Harry slipped the shirt from his shoulders and slipped the bottoms and underwear down, slowly, over his hips and down his thighs. He stepped out of the pool of clothing and lifted a leg over the lip of the tub, testing the temperature. It was perfect.
He stepped into the water and let out a genuine groaned of pleasure as the hot water closed over him. He leaned back against the wall of the tub, letting his head rest on the edge, arching his neck. Harry observed Snape from under his lashes and saw that the man was practically panting in need.
Harry shifted in the water, lifting his hands to cup his belly. The water was silky against his skin. The oils and potions Snape had added made the water relaxing his tense muscles. The smell itself was intoxicating. Roses and melon wafted around him.
“Oh, Professor, it’s wonderful,” Harry groaned, arching in pleasure in the water. He lifted his knees and used his legs to hide his crotch, not letting Snape see that he was aroused. He didn’t want to scare Snape away.
Snape suddenly grunted and said, “I’ll just go and get dressed.” And then practically ran out of the bathroom. Harry grinned and luxuriated in the bathwater.

…
Thirty minutes later found Harry dressed and making his way to the kitchen where Snape took his breakfast and lunch. He entered the kitchen and saw Snape sitting at the table with the magazine, Weekly Potion’s Journal open in his hands. He was surprised to see what Snape was dressed in. Instead of his normal layers of thick black robes, he was wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just under his elbows. It was tucked into a pair of dark grey trousers.
The smell of breakfast was enough to break Harry from his Snape-ogling. He quickly made his way to the table and took the chair opposite Snape. There were trays of eggs, toast, fruits, bacon and sausage, as well as bowls of oatmeal and porridge.
Harry sat down and began loading his plate, smiling happily. Snape looked up and caught his breath. Harry’s hair was still damp and sticking up in all directions. He had on a tight black t-shirt which emphasized his swollen belly and a pair of tight black muggle jeans with muggle sneakers. Harry was smiling and his face was positively glowing. Snape quickly realized that he was staring and looked back down to his potions journal.
“Severus,” Harry said a while later. Snape looked up and said, “Yes?” Harry put his fork down and said, “I was wondering if I could have use of your potion’s lab. I’d like to continue working on my Mastery. I’ll have to start over on my current module, though. I was nearly finished and it was in a delicate stage when I got sick. It’s spoiled by now because I was dumb enough to not put a Preserving Charm on it.”
Snape noticed that Harry didn’t seem put-out at the thought of starting his potion over and he commented on it.
“Well,” Harry said, “I’ve been thinking about how that potion works and the different steps and I thought of some ways to improve the potion; make it more stable. But I’d have to implement the improvements in an earlier stage than where I’d left it.”
Snape marked is place in the magazine and set it aside. “Tell me.” He asked, folding his hands on the table. Harry grinned excitedly and launched into his explanation. Snape’s brow was furrowed as he worked through the potion in his mind, adding Harry’s deviations from the original recipe.
IT took him a couple minutes of intense concentration, after Harry was finished with the explanation, but once he was finished going through the new recipe he realized that Harry HAD in fact, improved the healing potion he was working on. He’d done more than improve it, too. As far as Snape could tell, without having a sample of the finished potion or brewing the potion himself, it seemed perfect.
“Harry,” he said slowly, after a moment. Harry, who had continued eating, waiting for Snape to finish thinking, looked up expectantly. “I think you did more than perfect the potion. I think you made the remedy into a cure!”
Harry looked startled. “Really?” he questioned. Not waiting for a response, he pulled out his wand and gave it a wave, summoning a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill.
He pushed his plate aside and began writing furiously, brow furrowed in concentration. Snape stood up and pulled his chair around the table until the two of them were sitting side-by-side, hunched over the parchment.
Every few seconds Snape would pluck the quill from Harry’s fingers and jot down a note on the parchment and Harry would take it back and continue writing.
It was like this that Draco found them. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, staring incredulously at the scene. He was astounded. What on Earth could they be doing? He and Snape had often gotten into debates, but nothing ever like this.
Harry and Snape weren’t talking. They were completely silent as they worked. Draco gaped as Snape snatched the quill from Harry’s hand, only to have Harry take it back before Snape could even begin to write. If Draco had tried anything like that, Snape was sure to hex him into next week!
Draco didn’t want to interrupt them. They were making progress on whatever it was they were working on, it seemed, and he knew how mad he’d always been when his mother interrupted him when he was working on his theory work.
It was nearly ten minutes later before Harry finally dropped the quill and leaned back I his chair. His back made an audible pop and he groaned in pleasure. Draco saw the look Snape gave Harry at the noise and smiled. Snape’s face was flushed and he had two pink spots on his cheeks.
Harry was shaking out his cramping hand, smiling. Draco shifted and knocked on the doorframe. Snape and Harry looked over at their guest.
Harry’s face broke out into an excited grin. “Draco!” he called. He pushed his chair out and stood, one hand bracing himself on the table and the other cupping his belly. It didn’t escape Draco’s attention that Snape’s eyes were riveted on Harry’s abdomen.
Harry snatched up the parchment and rushed over to Draco. “Look!” he cried, thrusting the parchment under Draco’s nose. “Sev and I cured the cold!” Snape gave Harry an incredulous look. Harry was so excited he didn’t even realize that he’d used his nickname for Snape aloud.
Cured the… “What?!” Draco snatched the paper out of Harry’s hand and held it out. It took him a moment to decipher the handwriting. Harry’s writing was splotchy and atrocious and Snape’s was slanted and rushed. The two of them had managed to completely cover the entire three foot roll of parchment with their almost indecipherable squiggles.
Once Draco figured out where the starting point was he began reading in earnest. His mind struggled to work through the new potion. Draco was a visual learner. He learned by physically making the changes to a potion and analyzing the results that way. Harry and Snape both worked better when they wrote out the potion on paper first and, only after they’d worked out the kinks, then they would make the potion.
“Harry,” Snape said. “Come finish your breakfast.” Harry huffed in annoyance but did as he was asked. He was just finished up his bowl of fruit when Draco finished his reading.
“Sweet Merlin,” he murmured. “How long have you two been working on this?” Harry had his mouth full so Snape answered.
“Harry was working on the cold remedy for one of the modules for his Mastery and began thinking of some improvements that would make the potion more stable in its more volatile stages. After explaining tem to me, I realized the implications of his improvements and, once I mentioned the possibilities, so did he. We’ve been working on completing the recipe for about…” here he paused to cast a tempus charm. “… forty-five minutes.”
“Forty-five minutes?!” Draco sputtered. “You made all this progress in only forty-five minutes?!” Draco collapsed into the empty chair, dumbfounded.
“I suppose Severus and I just work well together.” Harry said, smiling into this orange juice cup. Snape looked startled at the comment and Draco just smirked.

…
Harry wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings at all. His whole world was the cauldron and the worktable in front of him. He took no notice of Snape or Draco working at their stations. He didn’t hear the two conversing or notice that a house elf had left him a snack sitting on his unused stool.
His entire focus was centered on the softly simmering potion in front of him. Harry’s left hand was stirring the potion in monotonous movements, and his right hand was holding his want delicately but firmly. He was directing the ingredients to measure and chop themselves according to his instructions.
Harry didn’t notice Snape watching him work, but Draco did. “When are you going to make a move?” he asked quietly. Snape jumped slightly and te question and turned to fully face Draco, face set in its usual stone mask.
“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” He said stiffly. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes, but didn’t press the matter further.

…
It was a month later, September 19^th, and Harry was taking a break from his Potions work to study up on his Transfiguration work instead. Harry was in Snape’s library, doing research. He was sprawled on a couch in the sitting area with a book on his chest, propped up on his belly.
He was starting to get bored, so he was daydreaming, staring off into space. Then he saw something he’d never noticed before and never thought he’d see in Snape’s home.
Beside the sitting area, almost hidden behind an armchair, was a small bookshelf overflowing with muggle novels.
Harry swung his legs off the couch and heaved himself to his feet. It was getting hard for him to lift himself up anymore.
He went over to the bookshelf, maneuvering himself behind the armchair and lowered himself to the floor. The bookshelf was short and had only three shelves so Harry could easily reach them from his sitting position on the floor.
Harry was absolutely stunned. There were adventure novels, horror, mysteries, even romance. But what surprised him most were the graphic novels. The middle shelf was completely full, at least one-hundred books all stuffed into the shelf. Titles like Red River, Hana Kimi, Bleach, and Naruto were the most abundant.
“What the hell…” he muttered. Harry pulled Red River book one off the shelf and opened it. It took him a moment to realize that he needed to start at the back of the book and read from right to left. He started reading and before he knew it, he was engrossed.
It was like this that Draco found him. Draco burst into the library and walked forward, peeking down the aisles. He was surprised to see Harry sitting on the floor, reading a comic book. As soon as he saw him, he called a house elf and told it to inform Snape and Lucius that he’d found Harry in the library.
“Harry!” he yelled, angrily, stalking closer. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing sitting on the floor?!” Harry jumped, nearly dropping his book. He looked up at Draco looming over him.
“I’m reading,” He said, lifting his book a couple inches. “Duh.” Draco’s face turned red. “We’ve been so worried! You didn’t show up for dinner and we’ve spent the last hour searching the manor and the grounds for you!”
Harry’s face fell. “Oh,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. I-” but he didn’t get to finish. At that moment, Snape and Lucius both burst in. From the doorway, Harry was completely hidden behind the armchair which was why he wasn’t found earlier.
“Where is he?” Snape growled. Draco gestured to Harry and Snape stormed over, intent on giving Harry a thorough lecture.
But when he saw Harry sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of his Red River books and holding book sixteen in his hands, he paled.
“I see you’ve found my guilty pleasure.” He said quietly. Harry blushed and nodded. “This story is absolutely marvelous.” He said in a soft voice, hand caressing the spine of the book in his hands.
“I know.” Snape said with a soft smile. Harry’s eyes were riveted n Snape’s face. The look in Snape’s eyes, the look of adoration directed at the books, Harry withed it were directed at him instead.
Suddenly, Harry didn’t feel much like reading. Frowning, he waved his want and all the books flew back to the shelf and stuffed themselves in where they’d fit.
“I’m sorry I worried you.” He said formerly. “I’ll make sure to set an alarm next time so I won’t lose track of the hour.” He leaned forward, reaching for the armchair or the bookshelf, only to realize that he wasn’t strong enough to lift himself from the floor.
He tried again with the same results. His face flamed. “I can’t get up.” He muttered, looking at the floor by his feet. There was a moment of silence, then all three men above him began to laugh.
Harry felt a thrill of hurt. He remained still, staring hard at the floor, fighting back te tears that suddenly threatened to fall.
Finally, Snape and Lucius reached down and took him by the arms, helping him to stand. Harry quickly walked past them and toward the door. “I don’t feel like company this evening. I think I’ll just take dinner in my room. Goodnight.” He quickly made his way out of the library, pulling the door closed behind him.
“Dammit,” Draco muttered, staring after Harry. Lucius and Snape both looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.
“His feelings are hurt. Harry is very self-conscious and he took offense to us laughing.” Draco said, sighing.
Draco started for the door, intent on comforting his friend. “It’s his relatives fault.” He said.
“Why would being spoiled and treated like a king make him self-conscious?” Snape asked, sneering.
Draco froze with his hand on the door-knob. He turned and looked at Snape incredulously. “You don’t know how he was treated? What Vernon did to him?” Draco asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Snape was taken aback. Looking at Lucius, Snape saw that he was looking at him in disbelief as well.
“What did his uncle do?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer. But Draco was shaking his head, opening the door.
“It’s not my place to say. You’ll have to ask Harry yourself.” He then left. Snape frowned and turned to Lucius. But Lucius was shaking his head as well.
“Don’t look at me. You’ll not get an answer from me. This is Harry’s business.” Lucius then walked to the door, but he paused, looking back at Snape. “By the way, you’re never going to live down that bookshelf.” He said, gesturing to the almost hidden bookshelf, filled with Snape’s muggle books.
Lucius then exited the library, leaving a very frustrated and embarrassed Potions Master behind.

…
Harry was sitting on his bed, head in his hands, crying. He knew he was being irrational, that his hormones were probably out of wack. He knew that he shouldn’t listen to the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his Uncle Vernon. He should just ignore what the voice was telling him; that his uncle was right, that Severus didn’t want him because he was a whore only good enough to service others.
He knew he shouldn’t listen… but he couldn’t help believing that what the voice said was true. He’d been trying to reason with himself for ten minutes and hadn’t managed to gain control yet.
“Harry,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. Harry’s head snapped up and he saw Draco standing in the doorway. Draco quickly shut the door and made his way over to his friend.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco and cried. Draco hand one arm wrapped around Harry’s shoulders and the other running his hand through Harry’s unruly hair.
“Oh, Harry.” He sighed.
“Draco, he doesn’t want me. Somehow he found out about me and uncle Vernon and now he doesn’t want me!” Harry whispered. Draco was furious.
“That, monster, is NOT your uncle, Harry. He was NOT your family. He was a horrible creature who took advantage of a child in his care.” Draco said, firmly. He knew that Harry’s hormones were probably acting up, but thought best not to mention it and just reassure Harry.
“And Severus doesn’t know about that, Harry.” He said. “He’s just being his normal, idiotic, withdrawn self. He does want you, he’s just unsure how to go about it and he’s unsure whether YOU really want HIM. He’s protecting himself, Harry, from heartbreak. He doesn’t want to hurt anymore.”
Harry was quiet now. Finally, he pulled away, wiping his face his shirt. Draco grimaced and handed Harry a handkerchief from his pocket.
“I’m hungry. I’d like to have chowder for dinner.” Harry said, quietly. Draco smiled and called a house elf. He relayed their order, adding sourdough rolls because he knew how much Harry liked them with chowder.
Draco and Harry moved to the table and ate their dinner in silence. Soon, Harry’s head was nodding in exhaustion. Draco sighed and stood. He helped Harry changed into his pajamas and then helped the Gryffindor into bed. As he was turning to leave, Harry latched onto his wrist.
“Stay with me tonight.” He said, tiredly. His eyes were barely open but they were pleading. “I don’t want nightmares…”
Draco smiled and nodded. “Of course, Harry.” He said quietly. He pulled away and changed into a pair of Harry’s pajama pants. He then got into bed beside Harry, pulling the thick covers over the both of them.
Harry turned and curled up against Draco’s chest, using Draco’s arm as a pillow. Draco threw his other arm around Harry and the two quickly drifted off.
About twenty minutes went by and the door opened and Severus quietly walked in, intent on checking on Harry.
When he saw the head of blonde hair on Harry’s pillow, however, he stopped in his tracks. Hurt and betrayal filled him at the sight of Harry and Draco curled up together. So. Harry didn’t want him after all. He was with Draco. He supposed it was his fault… he’d taken too long. Not that he was ever going to take Harry for his own… but it still hurt at how fast they’d gotten together. And Harry was carrying his child! He should have at least waited until he’d given birth. But here he was, sleeping with another man.
Snape quickly turned on his heel and left.

A/N: 09/11/12:::

Author's Note:

I realized that I made myself very unclear in the previous chapter. Harry wasn't raped by his uncle. In my version of the PotterVerse, Harry's abuse was drastically worse than it was in canon. He was kept in the cupboard for his entire time at the Dursley's and forced to do ALL the housework and ALL of the cooking. Often, he wasn't aloud to sleep until he finished his chores. Sometimes, he was kept up for days at a time.

Vernon was also physically abusive with Harry. He would often beat Harry black and blue, often times until Harry was unconscious. During the beatings, he would be telling Harry how worthless he was and how the only thing he was good at was servicing others (in the terms of a slave. Not sex. I realize this is where I went wrong with my wording.)

When Harry was fourteen, Petunia saw him staring at a neighbor boy who was mowing the grass and she told Vernon. From then on, when Harry was being beaten, Vernon would be calling him a whore and all other sorts of derogatory names. How he was unnatural and unclean and how, even if he was gay (my wording is much nicer than what Vernon used), no one would ever want him because he was such a dirty freak. It got to the point where Harry actually started to believe what Vernon was telling him.

The only people Harry ever told of the abuse were Draco and Lucius. Once it was discovered that the Malfoy men were spies for the light, Harry became friends with them both. Quickly, Draco and Harry became close friends. A lot closer than him and Ron ever were, and this is why Ron took offense so badly. Lucius and Draco both helped Harry in getting over what happened to him in his time at the Dursley's. Although Harry is still plagued with nightmares and he sometimes has flashbacks, he is much better than he was. Harry refuses to let the Malfoy's do anything to the Dursley's because Harry says he is biding his time until he feels comfortable enough to get revenge himself; because he WILL. He just wants some more time to heal before he gets back at them.
Anyway… I hope this cleared up any discrepancies and I'll be sure to watch my choice of wording in the future as to avoid any more confusion.
My next chapter, I'd been working on for a while and was nearly finished but realized that it was too horrible to even consider posting. It was seriously just a soap opera. Three year coma and everything. So I scrapped the whole thing (I might post it later in a separate alternate ending chapter jus for laughs) and started over. I know how it's going to go, I just need to get it typed up. I can't get you a definite date though. I'm graduating next Friday and then moving back home so we'll see how much spare time I have. :) Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!
Authors Note (Again):
Alright guys.
So. This is what's going on. I haven't updated my story since June of 2012. I know. I'm one of THOSE. One of those authors who everyone secretly hates. The ones who don't do regular updates.
The reason why it's taken me so long is because I've been working on another writing project. My novel. I've been working on it literally every day since January of this year. I'm over 400 pages into it and I estimate that I'll be finished by the end of the year. Also I finally did the 'adult' thing and got a full-time job and my work hours are really wonky because of the job I do so sometimes I work 12 hours in one day and I'm exhausted and barely have the energy to write some of my novel let alone fanfiction and etc etc.
Aaand... the truth is... I actually did finish the story. I wrote the ending chapter and everything. The thing about that chapter is... it's complete and utter shit. No joke. It's a soap opera. Three year coma and sappy happy ending and everything. So... I scrapped it.
Now. I've been wanting to try my hand at writing a long fic for a while. However, none of the story ideas I have will work for a long fic. They're all pretty much short story ideas. The only one that does work... is Troubled Blessing.
So this is what I'm going to do. I'm rewriting the first three chapters and then expanding the story to include other characters, sub-plots, background on the war, some of Harry's childhood, Draco and Lucius' story, etc. I want to fix my characters. My characters are too ooc and they have no depth and I want to attempt to fix it.
Now, unfortunately, I'm not going to get to this right away. I'm going to finish my novel first. And then I'm not going to post right away. I want to try and get at least five chapters written before I start writing and then I'm going to attempt to update a full chapter once a week. So I won't start updating until about halfway through January, if my novel wraps up when I estimate it will.
Alright guys. Sorry for the false hope. I know a lot of you probably thought this was a chapter.
Anyway... see you in the new year. :D
Sincerely,
Ravne13
December 4th, 2013
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