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Cloud My Eyes With Hate	By : QueenOfChaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry awoke yet again from the nightmare that plagued his dreams, always a shadow in the mist, obscured and unrecognisable. The shouts of his Uncle Vernon from the kitchen alerted him to the fact that breakfast had not been made, and once again he was only a lay-about freak who did nothing for the family who had taken him in and raised him.

Sprinting down the stairs, he came face to face with a large, purple-faced, pot-bellied man with a belt in hand and a grin set wide on his face.

"Freak" The word was spat at him with such venom, Harry could almost imagine Basilisk's paling in embarassment of their underacheivement.

"I was ready for my morning coffee 5 minutes ago...Where, may I ask, is it?"

Harry knew the signs, the bastard smile creeping wider with each word, the calm tone which belied the fury in his eyes, the whiteness of his knuckles as the belt was squeezed in an attempt to stave off the coming explosion, to savour the moment.

~~~~~~~~~LEMON~SCENE~~~~~~~~

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, please, I wont let it happen again" Harry knew the pleading was useless, the begging fell on deaf ears as the belt came crashing down upon his back in the first of many lashes. His screams of agony echoes about the house, and if there was anybody outside who could hear him, they certainly didn't make the effort to interrupt his torture.

As the belt fell upon his shoulder blades for the fifth or sixth time, cleaving the skin from the very bone of his being, he sighed through his tears, it was nearly over.

Harry never expected the short, sharp yank on his hair that pulled the boy up to his feet. Yelping in shock, he was dragged up the stairs where he was flung onto his bedroom floor.

"You, bastards like you love taking it up the arse dont they?" Vernon sneered, spittle flecking Harry's horror-stricken face. "Bend over the bed, freak!"

Harry was too fear stricken to move a muscle, surely this wasn't happening! Vernon, taking the boys panic induced immobility as refusal, slapped the teen harshly across the face, before dragging him to his feet and forcefully bending his already torn back so he was positioned over the headboard of the single, filthy bed.

Through his feeble protesting struggles, Harry felt a hand worm it's slimy way into his pants, groping its way downwards to fondle his flaccid cock, and the other, by the sounds of fabric shifting, undoing his uncle's fly.

Harry felt sick as the offending hand removed itself from his pants, only then to be used in tugging them down, the oversized jeans falling about his ankles as his eyes grew wide with shock. He was totally unprepared for the harsh thust which took his innocence away instantly, and screamed in pain as the roughness tore his tight hole, blood trickling down his thighs.

The grunts and moans from Vernon told Harry that the invasion wouldnt last long, and a few seconds later, a guttural cry from behind him signaled his Uncle's climax shortly followed by Harry's stomach clenching and causing all the water he had drank to stave off hunger to make its way upwards and coat his bedsheets.

"Fucking freak, I bet you enjoyed that didn't you. Your freakish friends don't care about you, they don't even write to you do they, a bastard like you doesn't deserve kindness. I'm doing you a favor by allowing your kind in this house!" Vernon spat on Harry's prostrate form, twitching in pain, and left the room.

~~~~~~~~~~END~OF~LEMON~~~~~~~~

The pain wouldn't stop. Harry was almost certain that he had been internally injured by Vernon's 'ministrations', the tell-tale sign being the stabbing pain in-between his hips. His agony-addled mind allowed him one small thought before he passed out, 'No longer would he play nice'.

Harry woke in the same position as he had been left in, half naked and covered in blood. Ignoring the pain and struggling to his feet, he pulled a box from under the bed and set about treating his wounds. Savalon cream and bandaids could only do so much though, and internally, he had no idea as to what was wrong.

Grimacing, Harry listened to the screams of his Aunt break the silence as she ordered him to weed the garden...something he was grateful for, nice and easy. Slowly braving the stairs, Harry wincing with each one, he made his way down onto the landing and out into the garden, forgoing the gardening gloves for his bare hands. The cool, dewey grass always soothed his aches, and the more skin it touched the better.

Sitting down gingerly, the raven pulled at the first weed in sight, a dandylion, upsetting a small mouse that had been close by. Curiously watching it bolt for cover, Harry could hear someone talking, but could not see.

~Sstupid boy, are you blind? Fithy humanss and their interferancesss! I clean their gardenss of mice and not once do they thank me, but instead choose to make my life more difficult...typical~

Harry soon realised that it was not a person he could hear, but a small snake hatchling of an indeterminable breed.

~I apologisse, young one. I did not mean to upssset your lunch~

~A Sspeaker? We snakess hear legendss of Speakerss, but we are lucky to hear the tales of one who has met one such as you~

~You offer much flattery, but yet again I must apologissse. I am in much pain, and my actionsss are not as fluid as they could be. Otherwisse, you could have eaten in peace~

Harry looked down at the snake sadly, it's milky white skin rippling as it displayed discomfort and curiosity.

~Why do you hurt, young Sspeaker?~

~My muggle guardians believe that a round of 'Kick the freakissh wizard' should occur every other day~

The snake hissed in displeasure at Harry's words, and ripples of anger made its scales shimmer a somewhat silvery colour.

~Muggless...BAH! Ssstupid, sselfish creatures! I understand your troublesss, and I can help you heal if you wissh it~

Harry could see the snake contort its face into what he could only imagine was a soft smile, flicking out its forked tongue now and again as he thought about the offer.

~I sshould like that~

Harry grinned as the white snake slithered closer to him, raising its head to look at him thoughtfully.

~Hold out your palm~

Harry did so with a confused expression, which was quickly replaced by a gasp of pain as the snake lunged at his hand and bit him hard, injecting a numbing fluid.

~That sshould heal the majority of your hurtsss, and if it is not too much trouble, I sshould like to ssstay with you, asss a familiar~

The snake looked slightly abashed as it made the request, and Harry grinned at it. He had never been allowed a pet, and it would be an experience to have one he could talk to, company in which to confide.

~It would be my honour, but what iss your name young one?~

~My name iss Larune, and I am a female leussstic ball python. I may be ssmall now but I will grow big...jussst watch~

Harry sighed as the small snake slithered and coiled her way around his wrist, slowly coming to rest around his upper arm. He could already feel the aches and pains of his body dimming, the gaping wounds on his back knitting together to form rough scars.

The thoughts of the night before came to his now calm mind once more, he wouldn't stand by and let that bastard hurt him like he had. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks in silence as his face hardened into a cold mask of indignant rage.

~Larune...Hold on, thisss wont be nice~

~What do you have planned, Master?~

Harry grinned despite his still aching body.

~Revenge~
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