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Aftereffects	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9201 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling. This work is non-commercial.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling.
Aftereffects
Summary:
Harry Potter is Home at Private Drive Number 4, after his 4th year at Hogwarts, when he is picked up by the unlikelyess person. The Reason? Priori incantatem has gone terribly wrong. (bond/ mpreg)
AN: Hey there, I just wanted to say some things about this fiction. Even it is a Harry/Voldy/Tom fiction there will be no dark Harry and no Dumbledore bashing. I really like the character of this barmy headmaster and I generally don’t like character bashing very much (but there will be an exception with Ginny). This fiction will be a bond fiction and maybe contain mpreg, but I am not sure yet. I also will disregard the second part of the prophecy.
This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be gentle. I am not a native speaker, so if I make the same mistake time and time again, pleas just tell me. And now, enjoy the story 
„Speak“
Thoughts
„Speak in parseltongue“
Letters written

Chapter One:
Harry Potter bolted up right. Sweat covered his face, his hands were shaking. This was the 28th nightmare since the beginning of summer break.
It was his fourth week at Private Drive and it was even worse than the last years. Last year at Hogwarts he had had some nightmares, too, but not as often as these days.
Trembling he got to his feet and went to the small window of his shabby room. He sat down on the window sill and looked up to the bright moonlight.
Only five weeks had past since the graveyard incident. He had seen how Cedric had died and he had met his parents. He could clearly remember the dead eyes of his friend. Since than he had dreamed of dead friends, all killed by Voldemort.
This night it was Sirius who had been killed. And so, he had woken up every night screaming. The Dursleys hadn’t been understanding in the least. How could it have been different? They grew even worse, when Harry started to make more and more mistakes with his chores. Uncle Vernons punishments had became even more violent.
Harry tried to block out the aching of his whole body, especially of his back. The belt was his Uncles favorite tool. Harry sat by his window until the sun rose, brooding over his miserable life.
The only things keeping him from insanity were the letters from his two best Friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, and his godfather Sirius Black. Especially the last of Sirius’ letters had brightened his spirit up. Just a little but non than less. Harry reached over to his desk, picked the parchment up and read it again:
„Dear Harry,
I hope everything is fine with you. I’m board to death, stuck in this old, rotten house. I am still not allowed to go out, not even as snuffles. In my opinion Dumbledore is an old meany, but Moony is on his side and so I have no chance of sneaking out. Damn these blasted werewolf ears! I tried to visit you yesterday- I even baked a cake all by myself, but he caught me.“
Harry had to chuckle, as always when he read that paragraph. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved, that he never had to eat the cake. Sirius and a kitchen didn’t fit together. There was a reason why Lupin cooked, when the two were alone at Number 12.
„But I almost forgot! There is something off with our special friend. He doesn’t comes by as often and as frequent as he used to, but when he shows up he is more active than ever.“
Harry had needed a long time to decipher what Sirius meant. But now he thought he had a clue. Voldemort didn’t attack as often as in the last school week, but when he did, it was even more violent. For Harry, this doesn’t were good news. It sounded like Voldemort grew impatient and an impatient Voldemort was a even worse opponent. The Order had problems to foresee his attacks and so it became harder to interfere. Everyone was desperate.
„But now some good news and I mean really, really good news! Moony is coming back next year to teach DADA. Dumbledore thinks it will be wise to provide more protection for you and so he even is allowed to bring his super sweet and charming pet dog along! Sorry pup, but I have to stop for now. I hope I see you soon.
Your loving godfather.“
Harry folded the letter back up and smiled softly. He couldn’t wait for the 5th school year to start.
Harry watched the sun rise and listened to the birds morning song. When it was 8 o’clock he got up, dressed and went down to the kitchen. It was Saturday and his family wouldn’t show up for the next half hour, but he had to prepare breakfast, unless he wanted a beating first thing in the morning. He snatched a pan from the highest shelf and began to fry bacon and eggs. When he was finished he took the pan from the stove and covered it up, so that the food would stay warm. Next, he prepared the table. He was just finished, when a loud voice bellowed: „Boy, aren’t you finished yet?“ his uncle stumped to the table and glared with his small pig-eyes at him. „I am finished, wait a second, so I can fill your plate.“ Harry said in a rush. „Get on with it boy, I haven’t so much time. Some people have to work for their money, you know?“ Harry said nothing. It wouldn’t do any good to remind that fat man, that it was a Saturday and that he hadn’t to work, or that Harry cleaned the house every day.
Ten minutes later his aunt and cousin arrived as well. They ate all of the prepared meal. That left Harry to eat a toast.
His day went by with cleaning the kitchen, plucking weeds and other smaller tasks. All went well till after dinner. Harry stood again in the kitchen, washing the dishes, when he dropped one of Petunias expensive tea cups. His furious aunt was by his side in an instant. „What have you dropped, you horrible boy? And don’t lie to me, I heard the sound? “One of your cups, I’m sorry,“ Harry answered. He knew it was of no use, but it was worth a try.
Vernon had heard his wife’s agitated voice and stumped in the kitchen as well. His face war already red and a vein was throbbing at his left eyebrow. „What did you do this time?“ he bellowed. „My cup! My expensive cup, he broke it!“ Petunia shrieked.
If possible, Vernon grew even redder. He grabbed Harry by his collar and dragged him out of the room. On his way he grabbed one of the sticks, Petunia used to hold her plants up. With the stick in his hand he dragged Harry up to his small bedroom. As the door closed behind them, Harry began to panic: „Let go of me! I haven’t done it on purpose!“
His uncle ignored him. Harry tried to struggle harder, but Vernon Dursley was to strong. He throw the small boy onto his bed, yanking his T-shirt off of him. At this point Harry didn’t struggle anymore. He new his Uncle wouldn’t have mercy. Instead he bit his lips to stay quiet. He wouldn’t scream, he wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t loose his pride altogether.
The first hit came down on his already bruised back. Harry drove his teeth into his under lip. He didn’t notice the blood in his mouth. The second hit stung even harder, with every minute his uncle became more violent. Harry clenched his eyes together, trying to shut the pain out, but it was of no use. He was certain, that his uncle didn’t just inflict new wounds but reopened old ones.
Harry knew, if he told his godfather from this abuse, the man would save him and probably kill the Dursleys. That was why he didn't tell anybody.
Vernon didn’t stop until Harry felt dizzy. „Next time, you won’t get away so easily,“ he warned and stumped out of the room. Harry lay there panting. He had started to cry, but his uncle hadn’t noticed, so his pride was still in tact. He tried to move, but his back was burning, so he just lay there, trying to fall asleep. He felt hot all over. Maybe the wounds were infected. He felt feverish. Harry curled up in a tight ball and against his expectations he fell asleep.
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Lord Voldemort was in a bad mood. No, he wasn’t just in a bad mood, he was in a foul mood, in a really especially foul mood. At first after his rebirth he hadn’t noticed.
For one week he rampaged happily all over the country. Only sometimes he saw images, which had to belong to a certain raven. These happy images were bad enough, because he couldn’t stand that boys silly happiness but he could bear with it. At least with this distance between them.
He saw nothing of interest. After their encounter in the graveyard the boy was stuck in the hospital wing. Sometimes his little sidekicks came to visit and they talked and laughed.
Since summer break the happy images had stopped but instead he ached all over. Especially his back hurt like hell. He had tried every spell he knew and even ordered his loyal follower Severus Snape to brew him some potion but nothing helped. Instead it grew worse. He had to stop his daily rampages. Only on some few days he could venture out and act on his anger.
He was sure the light side though him barmy. No, barmy was the wrong word. Old fools like Dumbledore were barmy but not him. Not the Dark Lord. This evening was worse than ever. He couldn’t stand, he couldn’t lay down, he couldn’t even sit without pain. Now he sat hunched over in a wingback chair, grumbling moodily. Voldemort had the feeling the pain came from the boy and it made him hate that boy even more. Yes, he hadn’t thought it possible but it was.
A knock on the door snapped him back to reality. He tried to sit more up right and adjusted his robe, before he said: „Come in.“
Severus Snape appeared in the doorway. „My Lord, I am sorry to interrupt you, but the Death Eaters are getting agitated. Have you plans for this evening?“ Snape asked politely.
„No, I have none.“ He answered with the most stern face he could muster at this moment. But Snape was to intelligent for his own good. „Are you hurting again, My lord?“ he asked.
„I think it’s Potter. It’s coming from him. How I hate that boy! He should had been dead a long time ago!“ Voldemort said.
„I’m sorry My Lord, but I don’t know how to help you,“ Snape said. „I know already. Just go,“ Voldemort snapped and his servant disappeared again.
The pain had dimmed a bit. The Dark Lord sighed and went over to his bed. He was careful not to lay on his back. He had to find the boy and stop the pain. He had to kill him. But there was no way he could find him at this moment.
Harry Potter was with his family and the blood wards were to strong. Even for the most powerful dark wizard. But he had to find him. He wonted it so desperately. He would deny it later, but he was desperate. He clutched his wand tighter. There had to be a way.
Suddenly there was a pull. Starting at his heart, running down his arm and ending in his wand. In the next moment he felt as if he was pulled away by a portkey and he stood in an unknown hallway.
Everything was dark. The only light came from outside the house. He muttered: „Lumos“ and his wand began to glow. The first thing he noticed was, that the place looked very different to his home. That was nothing special, no other house looked like the house of the Dark Lord, but this house didn’t’ look like a typical wizarding home.
He went into the room to his left. It was a kitchen. The stove looked weird. He went back into the hallway and entered the room at the end of the corridor. This room looked even stranger.
To the left stood a commode with many pictures on it. They all showed a fat wale of a man, an ugly blond and again fat boy and a horse like woman. The pictures didn’t move.
In another corner stood a big, black box. This thing couldn’t possibly be a piece of art, could it? Than it struck him. This had to be a muggle home. But why was he in a muggle home? He knew nobody who lived in a muggle house. He didn’t know a muggle either, after all he was the Dark Lord.
Than it struck him for the second time. He knew no one who lived in an muggle home but Harry Potter. An evil grin spread across his face. This was his chance to kill the boy once and for all. He was all alone. There were no friends, no teachers and no Dumbledore.
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Harry woke with a nauseating feeling. He felt still dizzy and feverish. But that wasn’t the worst part. His scar throbbed. It was not the throbbing he used to have after a vision. This was far worse, like Voldemort himself was at Private Drive. But this couldn’t be.
Slowly he sat up and grabbed his wand. No second later the door to his bedroom opened. Harry scrambled from his bed, when a tall, black figure appeared in the doorway- it was Voldemort. His red, snake like eyes flashed in the darkness.
„Ah, Harry Potter, at last we meet again,“ Voldemort hissed. Harry tried to ignore the throbbing in his head and hold his wand out: „What do you want, Tom?“ he asked. Voldemort chuckled: „Oh, I think you know that already. This night will be the night of your death. Avada kedavera!“ He screamed and a green light shot from his wand.
Harrys eyes grew wide. This was the end, he had no time to block the curse. He closed his eye, but nothing happened. He heard a sizzling sound and opened his eyes again. The curs had just vanished. The only thing left behind was some dust, as if someone had poured some water onto the stove.
Harry didn’t hesitate. „Sectum sempra!“ he shouted and the curse bursted from his wand, but it hadn’t any effect, either.
Voldemort hissed angrily, but the next curse he threw at Harry disappeared, too. Harry hadn’t even to block the curse, it vanished as soon, as it came in reach of his body.
With a loud roar Voldemort transformed his wand in a silver dagger and ran towards him. Harry jumped onto his bed to avoid the attack, but the Dark Lord grabbed his ankle. Harry struggled and kicked but Voldemort had his ankle in a tight grip. He pulled Harry towards him and pinned him down.
His eyes flashed manically as he brought the dagger down over Harrys heart. But it never reached the boys chest. „Why won’t you die, you little nuisance?“
Harry used the moment of shock to free his food and to kick Voldemort in the face, with all his strength. Voldemort tumbled backwards and Harry aimed his wand again. Again he screamed: „Sectum sempra!“
In the same moment Voldemort screamed: „Avada kedavra!“ In an instant, Harry knew this wouldn’t end well. Their wands connected. This time no soul appeared. Instead a silvery chain of light connected the wands, wrapping tightly around them. The chain grew until it wrapped around their upper bodies as well. Harry felt his heart throb painfully. Voldemort was in pain as well, Harry could see it in his face.
Voldemort yanked his wand away, to end Priori incantatem. The chain burst, but a thin string of light still connected their wands.
Everything fell quiet. The only sound was their strained breathing. Then, there was a shout: „Harry? Were are you? Is everything all right?“ It was Dumbledore. Harry had opened his mouth to scream for help, but Voldemort had stormed forwards, gripped his hand and apparated them away.
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