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Chapter 6: Memories

Helping Harry get ready, Draco wondered what was going through the boy\'s head. He wasn\'t entirely sure how he would react if something like this had happened to him. He could never imagine his own family treating him like that. He knew that he grandfather use to attempt to hit him, but his father had put a stop to that. Lucius told the old man that he may have abused him as a child, but he would not lay one hand on his son. This had helped Draco see his father in a new light, making him respect him even more for getting to were he was after living such a life. Looking over to the frail boy, he wondered how he had managed it.

"Harry, it\'s time to go. Are you ready?" Draco made sure to keep any pity he might have been in his voice out. He was pretty sure that abused individuals didn\'t tend to cope well with pity. Besides, it was bad enough that he, Draco Malfoy, had broken down the night before and cried. He hadn\'t cried since he was little boy and his cat died. He wasn\'t about to pick up that certain way of expressing his emotions. All it did was make him appear to be weak. And Malfoy\'s are anything but weak. Seeing Harry nod, he took his hand to lead him to the Great Hall. Feeling something nudge him, he looked down into the eyes of Snuffles, realizing he had almost forgotten the damned mutt. Picking up his guide leash, he took Harry\'s other hand and placed the leash into it.

Walking in silent contemplation, neither Harry or Draco spoke the entire way to the Great Hall. The silence was only broken by the occasional barking of Snuffles, indicating the stairs to Harry. Entering the Great Hall, Draco seethed when he noticed all the talking stop and every eye swivel to them. Growling, he heard that he was joined by Snuffles, both looked disdainfully at everyone who was looking at them, and they led Harry over to the breakfast table. Before they reached their destination, they were intercepted by Harry\'s other friends, Ron and Hermione.

"Oh, Harry!" Tensing, Draco thought that the oh so smart Granger was about to break down and pour pity on the boy next to him. He relaxed at her next words. "We missed you on the train. You should have been there. Neville admitted his feelings to Ginny, and now they\'re a couple. They\'re so cute together."

Hearing a snort from the boy next to her, Hermione leveled a glare at the irate redhead next to him. "Well, excuse me," came his sarcastic reply. "I don\'t think it was so nice, or that they make a cute couple." Hitting his hands together in a menacing fashion, he continued, "If he hurts her, he\'ll have to deal with me."

"Oh honestly, Ron! This is Neville we\'re talking about!" Huffing, Hermione rolled her eyes at the overly protective boy. Walking away, others could make out her faint mutterings about boys and how immature they were.

Grinning sheepishly at Harry and Draco, Ron said, "All right there, Harry? Hope Mione d't s't scare you too badly." Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Ron continued on, oblivious to the deadly glares come from Draco. "Well, I hope the ferret doesn\'t hurt you, and I\'ll see you later. The other Gryffs are waving me down. Bye!" Scurrying away, Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, never once realizing that Harry had absolutely no clue as to who either of them actually were.

Seeing his companions confused expression, Draco sighed in exasperation at the Duo\'s idiocy of not reintroducing their selves to someone who had lost their memory. Steering Harry to the Slytherin table, Draco sat him down, served him his breakfast, and told him where to find it. As Harry ate, he listened to Draco recount Harry\'s friendship with the two that just come over to talk with him.

Sneering at disgust at the invalid Potter, Pansy sat down next to Draco, pushing Harry away. "Honestly, Drac, I don\'t know why you put up with him." Inspecting her fingernails as though she were talking about something truly insignificant, Draco had to hold back from hitting her. "I mean, I would have just left him to find his own way. Why bother? He\'s no use to anyone. The little freak."

Feeling a hand land on her shoulder,sy tsy turned around to see who had the audacity to touch her without her permission. The only one who had permission to touch her was the delicious young man sitting next to her, Draco Malfoy. She planned on marrying him after school. She was sure his parents, and her own, would completely approve. Getting ready to verbally whiplash whoever it was, Pansy about swallowed her own tongue when she noticed the enraged face of her Head of House.

Eyes widening in fear, Pansy stuttered out a greeting to Severus. "Is-is there something I ca-can do for you, pro-professor?" Wringing her hands, she cringed when he seemed to only become more enraged with her, his scowl deepening, his eyes becoming darker. She knew she was in for it when he was a lot for words, and could only motion for her to follow him out of the Great Hall and to his office.

"Hmm, serves the little bitch right." Looking over to Harry, Draco felt like an ass for not making sure that Harry was all right immediately. It seemed to him that Harry had pulled into himself. Seeing the blank stare in his sightless eyes, and the way he didn\'t seem to notice anything around him, Draco became overly worried. What was wrong with the boy?

*flashback*

He could feel a cold, clammy hand run down his face. The smell of alcohol permeated the area, causing Harry to choke on the smell when it entered his nostrils too closely. Feeling the hand thread through his hair, he attempted to cringe back and away from the unwanted touch. Before he could get very far, he felt a much larger body press him to the bed he was laying on.

"So pretty. So lovely. So innocent. So vulnerable," hearing the drunken slur of his uncle, Harry began to panic even more. His punishments were always so much worse when Vernon was drunk. It didn\'t even register in the boys head that he was acting out of character. Normally the man didn\'t like to touch him. He used tools, like his belt, or any other thing he could get his pudgy hands on that would inflict the maximum amount of damage.

Feeling a hand tearing his shirt off, Harry struggled more fiercely, pushing all other thoughts, but one, out of his head. The only thought running through his head was to get out. He didn\'t care what it took, but he couldn\'t let this man continue with this assault. It was unthinkable, not anything he ever thought he would be subjected to.

Twisting and turning, Harry attempted to bite, kick, or hit the man anyway he could. All he\'s flailing only seemed to egg the man on, causing him more pleasure. If a more rational part of Harry\'s brain would start functioning, he might have decided not to fight. That would mean he wouldn\'t end up as hurt, and the man seemed to be fueled by his struggles. He might have stopped if Harry hadn\'t fought so hard.

Feeling the cold, clammy hands turn rough, Harry cried out in pain as his uncle viscously twisted a nipple, biting down on his shoulder simultaneously. Rough hands made their way down Harry\'s flat stomach, stopping only when they reached the waist of his pants. Prying open Harry\'s pants, Vernon ripped the pants and underwear from Harry, running his hands down his legs.

"God, so beautiful. I just want to fuck you into the bed," leering lecherously at the boy, he thrust an un-lubricated fat finger past Harry\'s anal muscles, stretching and tearing him, ripping a scream from Harry.

"Oh God! Please don\'t! Uncle Vernon, stop!" Crying, Harry begged and pleaded for his uncle to stop this. His pleading fell on deaf ears as his uncle further spread his legs, thrusting his large, erect penis into Harry\'s virgin passage.

"So tight. So perfect." Forcing a brutal kiss onto the boy, he started a mock parody, with his tongue, of what he was about to do to the boy. Pushing his tongue with great force in and out of his mouth, he then started doing the same thing with his hips, bringing whimpers and moans of pain from the boy beneath him.

*end flashback*

"Oh God!" Launching himself at Draco, Harry wrapped his arms around him. "It hurts! It hurts so much! Make it stop! Please, Draco!"

TBC

Not as long as most will be, but I couldn\'t keep going on with this chapter. Too much angst. Hehe. I\'m bad. The next chapters shouldn\'t be this angsty. Oh, no, wait. They might be. I write whatever comes, so there.

Myk