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Switching Places	By : DeathEater934 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey guys! So, I started writing this a week or two ago and posted it on Fanfiction.net, but wanted to start putting it up here too. It's a little difficult for me to update multiple sites, but I am... just slowly, so bare with me :)

Chapter One: Wishing Life was Different

Harry Potter was sitting in his so-called room at Number 4 Privet Drive staring out the window wishing that his final year at Hogwarts was starting. Being able to defeat Voldemort last year had made Harry elated, yet now Harry was almost unsure of how he was supposed to live his life. In the past, he was always worrying about the evil that was meant to harm him and the prophecy that was set upon him, but now that Voldemort was deceased, he no longer had to worry about that. He was officially the Savior of not only Hogwarts, but of the magical world as well. Sometimes he hated the attention and the fame and wishes he could just disappear and be a normal person and live a somewhat normal life. This is exactly how he felt at his “home” for the past 16 years; unwanted, unloved, and ordinary… actually more likely known as less than ordinary, more like a freak just like his aunt called him and his late mother.

As much as he wished he were normal, he wished he could be normal someplace else, away from these people he calls “family”. They are not his family, well technically they are, but they don’t act as though they’re family. Harry’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears footsteps on the stairs just before his door is slammed open and Dudley storms into his room.

“Come ‘ere you. Where’s my lunch? I told you I’d be back at 1 o’clock and nothin’ is on the table for me. You ungrateful arse!” Dudley yells at Harry before punching him in the jaw, making Harry’s head twist violently to the side and blood to splatter out of his mouth before whimpering in pain and gaining a blow to the stomach for making a sound. Harry is yanked up by his arm in which is already covered in handprint shaped bruises and possibly even broken from when Dudley stomped on it last week. He swallows back the sob that wants to rib its way out of his throat and walks downstairs to do as Dudley asked of him. After making Dudley his lunch, he ran upstairs as best he could and closed his door before wiping his bloody face on his bed sheets and curled up under the covers, hoping that time would move faster so he could meet up with Ron and Hermione at the train station to leave for his beloved Hogwarts.

Time seemed to go as slow as ever while Harry was still at his summer “home” though. He didn’t even feel like he was at home, nor did he feel safe there. Dumbledore always said Harry would be safe with his Aunt and Uncle, but Harry felt completely the opposite when summer came round. His cousin, Dudley seemed to torture him whenever he could, more so when his parents were out and about, leaving the two boys home alone. Harry hated it when they left him alone with Dudley. Dudley would come into Harry’s room and use him as his personal punching bag, giving him bruises and possibly even broken bones that Harry wasn’t able to fix, even with magic. Which totally sucked due to the fact that Harry was basically in pain 24/7 now. The painkillers he took hardly helped and he just wished that Dudley would go hang out with his friends outside of the house rather than beating him to a bloody pulp.

The one reason he didn’t want to go back to school was that he didn’t want to have to explain to people why he had bruises all over. He knew some charms that could cover the ones on his face and hands, so Harry felt he would be okay for a while, but he was worried he would forget to put them on or that his roommates would see him when he was changing or showering, which would probably make them faint or throw up from looking at his bruise covered body.

He was scared to tell anyone about what happened at home. He knew that if he did, nothing would change. He just wanted to get through this summer and the next and he would be free from the Dursley’s forever. He was most worried about Malfoy finding out. For some strange reason, he didn’t want that boy to find out. He thought that he would give him even more shit than normal and totally bash him because he gets beaten up every single day of the summer. Harry knew that Malfoy thought that Harry’s life was perfect; that his family worshiped him at home and that he loved his life and loved being worshipped by women and everyone else that fell at his feet.

Harry’s life was completely the opposite of that. He fucking hated his life; like literally hated it. He sometimes wished that Voldemort would have succeeded in killing him when he was a baby, so he would not have had to be the “Chosen One.” He just thought that title was ridiculous and hated when people called him that or the “Golden Boy,” or even their savior. Of course Malfoy called him the Golden boy the most often, but he used all of them, mostly as insults; actually always as insults. Harry didn’t think that one word out of Malfoy’s mouth was ever conveyed nicely towards him, and Harry sometimes wondered what would have happened if he had accepted Malfoy’s hand in friendship during their first year. He had wanted to, but after meeting Ron and Hermione, Malfoy had been a jerk and he didn’t want to be friends with someone who didn’t accept the other friends he chose. That’s why he declined Malfoy’s hand that first day of school and sometimes he regretted that decision, both declining his friendship and telling the Sorting Hat to not put him in Slytherin. Sometimes Harry wonders what would have happened if he would’ve been put into Slytherin. Would Snape have been nicer to him? Would Malfoy have been nicer to him and not mocked him everyday for the past 6 years? It was hard to think about what could have been, so he pushed it to the back of his mind before falling asleep; still in pain, but not being able to make it go away.

The next time Harry woke up, Dudley was standing over his body with a baseball bat and a smug look on his face. Before Harry had time to shield his body from his cousin, Dudley had raised the bat and swung it into Harry’s body. Harry screamed out violently when at the first impact of the bat hit him, but of course that didn’t stop his crazed cousin. Dudley kept swinging over and over; Harry lost count after the 6^th time, starting to feel a bit woozy and in excruciating pain that made him want Dudley to continue until he was dead in his bed; could no longer breathe or continue on in life. Harry prayed to Merlin that he would die. He didn’t want to feel anything anymore, but before he could take his last breath, Dudley laughed cruelly and walked out of his room, locking the door behind him and walking to his own room.

Harry passed out after noticing the time; the bright red numbers flashed 9:53 pm. When Harry woke up the next morning, the bright sun was shining into his room and he hissed when the light hit his eyes. He tried to roll his body over so he wouldn’t have to look into the sun any longer, but stopped when he felt his entire body scream at him to stop moving. Harry didn’t know how long he laid there in bed, just wishing that Dudley would come back and spare him from the pain, but at least 2 days went by, Harry going in and out of sleep before he was even able to move an inch. Harry stomach was growling painfully, not helping him with the pain he was feeling all over his body. Harry suddenly felt his soiled sheets, not having moved for 2 days made him wet the bed at least twice and he started crying softly, embarrassed even though nobody could see him. Nobody knew what Harry was going through and to be honest, Harry didn’t think anyone even cared. All Harry could hope was that nobody paid any attention to him this year, but Harry was most worried about Malfoy. He just hoped Malfoy would have the decency to realize that Harry’s life sucked and that if Harry could have it his way… he would jump off the Astronomy tower or ask Malfoy to use the killing curse on him, knowing that Malfoy would be the only person to be willing to do so.

But life had a crazy way of surprising you sometimes.

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