Author: Rokudaime Kunoichi
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: AU. Harry gets sorted into Slytherin, befriends people from all the houses, and is on his way to becoming the most powerful wizard in the world.
Warnings: spoilers for the first book, mention of child abuse, OOC-ness, Slytherin!Harry, AU, fluff, Nice!Slytherins, cursing, etc.
Beta: Indie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I do not make a profit from this; I just borrow the characters to put into my take on a clichéd plot. Copyright infringement is not intended, and some of the details can be found in a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers/Philosophers Stone.
A/N: I am sorry (not) for the evil cliffhanger. Here’s the chapter many people have waited for. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 8
“Thank you for the interview.” Rita said. She was about to leave when Petunia stopped her.
“Could you change my husband back? Please?” Rita smiled at the woman and waved her wand. In an instant, Vernon turned back into the obese man he was.
“Thank you! Do you know when my nephew gets back from school?”
“All Hogwarts students get out for Winter Break on December 20.”
Vernon smiled. “Thank you.” He was going to make the freak pay.
“Shut up boy! You’re coming with me.” Vernon said, yanking Harry’s arm.
“Let go of him!” Draco yelled, gaining the attention from bystanders at the station. He tried to loosen Vernon’s grip, but the man slapped him, causing him to fall back and cry out. Lucius and Narcissa ran towards them, but found it hard to get to them since a crowd had formed. Harry, who was frozen, started to do something he had never done. He fought back.
“Let go of me!” he shrieked, flailing his arms.
Vernon smacked him too, but Harry kept punching and kicking. Realising that slapping the freak wouldn’t work anymore, Vernon threw Harry to the ground. Vernon took off his belt and began to violently whip him. Police officers and other men tried to pull Vernon off of Harry, but they weren’t succeeding. Vernon was animalistic, showing no mercy.
Narcissa ran to Draco, who was unconscious and had a visible hand print on his face, while Lucius ran to Harry. The small boy was curled up in a ball, trying to protect himself from the blows that were being delivered to his still fragile frame. Largo, who woke up during the beating, slithered out of Harry’s shirt and bit the muggle. He knew he couldn’t change his size since muggles were here, but he did inject his poison in Vernon’s veins. Lucius grabbed Vernon’s meaty fist, the one with the belt, and twisted it. The obese man cried out as his wrist was broken.
Lucius punched the stupid muggle in the nose, happily watching the blood gush out. He pushed Vernon to the ground and the station shook. The blonde kept on punching him until Vernon’s face was a bloody pulp.
“HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON A CHILD? ESPECIALLY MY CHILD!” he roared.
The police officers pulled Vernon up, with great difficulty, and put cuffs around his wrist, tightening them. The fat man was lead away, whimpering in pain. Lucius stopped one officer.
“I want him charged with child abuse. His wife is also to be charged with child abuse and neglect.”
“What is their relationship towards the boy? What is yours?”
“They’re his Aunt and Uncle. My wife and I are currently Harry’s guardians.”
The officer nodded, writing notes in his notepad. “How long has this been going on? Where are the boy’s parents?”
“Ever since Harry was put in their care when he has 1. That’ll be ten years. Harry’s parents are dead.”
The officer shook his head sadly. “I hate doing cases like these,” he mumbled. “We’ll charge them. Where do they live?”
“Number 4 Privet Drive. They have a son who was raised to hit Harry as well.”
The officer flinched, before nodding and thanking Lucius. The blonde gave them the muggle address to Hogsmeade in case they needed to contact him and gave him a potion for Largo’s poison. “It’s an antibiotic for the poison, made especially for this snake bite.”
Lucius turned around to see Harry being helped up by a red headed woman. He recognised her as Molly Weasley. The Weasley clan stood behind her, looking shocked. Except Ronald of course. He looked smug. Lucius sneered at him.
“Are you okay, dear?” Molly asked.
Harry nodded his head. “I’m fine ma’am. Thank you. Where is Draco?” The small Slytherin looked around and saw the blonde in the arms of his mother. Harry started to hobble towards him, but was stopped by Lucius.
“Draco is fine. You should rest.” Harry’s clothes were ripped and he had angry, bleeding welts all over his body.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get Draco into this mess,” Harry said quietly, his eyes swollen and red.
“Don’t worry about it.”
The abused boy tried to stay up, but he started to collapse. Lucius caught him.
“Can we visit Harry?” Fred (or was it George?) asked, stepping a bit closer.
Lucius stared at him. “Why?”
“Harry’s our friend. We’d like to know if he’ll be all right.” The other twin answered quietly.
Lucius sighed before nodding. “But he is not welcome.” The head of the Malfoy family said, pointing at Ron.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to go to your house anyways. Besides, Potter deserved what he got. How is he supposed to save the world if he can’t save himself from a muggle?”
Molly looked at her youngest son in disbelief. Arthur, however, glared at him.
“I’ll deal with you when we get home,” he growled. They taught their children better than that, and Ron was giving them all a bad name. Lucius also glared at him before nodding his goodbyes. He went over to where his wife was carrying Draco on her back and both walked out of the station. They went to an alley before Apparating away.
Harry winced as a healing salve was applied to his skin. Narcissa gently rubbed it in, trying not to put him in any more pain.
“I’m sorry I got Draco hurt,” Harry said quietly.
Narcissa paused before going back to rubbing the cream. “It wasn’t your fault. Draco was trying to protect you.”
“Yes, but everybody who tries to protect me ends up hurt or dead. My parents, now Draco. I should probably go before anybody else gets hurt.”
Narcissa looked Harry in the eye. “That is not true. Harry, we love you and you’re not going away from us.” Harry’s eyes welled with tears and he hugged her before sobbing uncontrollably in her shirt. “You’ve kept things bottled up for so long,” she whispered. Narcissa rocked him back and forth.
“Father, is that why Harry didn’t know anything about our world? Is that why you wouldn’t tell me?” Draco asked. Lucius was rubbing salve onto his cheek.
“Yes. You see, Harry’s uncle was a very mean person. He hit Harry a lot. Your mother and I didn’t want you to know, neither did Harry. Because he was abused, he felt worthless. His relatives made him feel this way.”
Draco frowned. “I get why you didn’t tell me, although I am a little upset that I had to find out this way. But, something keeps crossing my mind. Why was Harry’s uncle so mean? What did Harry do to him to make him so angry?”
Lucius sighed. “It’s not what Harry did. His uncle is a muggle who doesn’t understand our kind. To him, we’re all freaks and unnatural. The only way he could cope was to hit Harry. He didn’t understand what was going on, and when Harry accidentally did magic, he over reacted.”
“Poor Harry. He had to live with that his whole life. Don’t worry Father, we’ll help him.”
Lucius smiled at his son’s determined expression.
‘If only it were that simple…’ he thought.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Draco struck up conversations, which everybody was grateful for, but it was awkward. Right after, Harry brushed his teeth, already showered and dressed in pyjamas, and crawled into bed. Lucius had a stool for him to climb so that he didn’t have to use his magic. He curled up next to Draco, who was already in bed. It was decided that they’d share a room since Harry had less nightmares when he was with Draco. The boys didn’t mind one bit.
“Harry, wake up! Harry, wake up!” Draco shook Harry awake. It was Christmas morning, and they had to wake up Narcissa and Lucius. Harry woke up and swatted Draco’s arm away.
“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbled.
“Come on, Harry, we have to jump on mum and dad’s bed to wake them up,” Draco informed him.
“Won’t we get in trouble for that?” Harry asked worriedly.
“No, they love it! Come on!” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him towards the elder Malfoys’ bed. “On the count of three.” Draco whispered.
“One—”
“Two—”
“THREE!” The two boys charged and started to jump on the bed. Harry was thankful he actually made it onto the bed.
“IT’S CHRISTMAS! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” Draco yelled, his parents now wide awake. Narcissa grabbed Harry and put him to sit down on her lap while Lucius did the same to Draco.
“Ready to open presents?” Narcissa asked, yawning slightly. Harry and Draco nodded their heads rapidly. “Let’s go then.” The young boys got off the bed and ran to the living room.
“I am so getting old for this.” Lucius complained, getting up and kissing his wife on the lips. “Come on.”
The Christmas tree looked beautiful. The previous night, Harry had suggested that they decorated it themselves. He had seen a family do it together once, and they looked like they were having fun. And that’s how Harry felt now— like he was part of a family. They opened all of the gifts.
Narcissa received a jewellery box with unicorns engraved at the sides, a journal, muggle perfume, a necklace with a dragon on it, an emerald studded ring and cards. Lucius received books, a wand holder, cologne, cards and a watch embedded with diamonds. Draco got a Quaffle with his name engraved on it, brand new robes, cards and a muggle CD player. Harry got a Snitch with his initials engraved on it, a whole new wardrobe, cards, a Potions book and muggle cooking recipes. After the gifts were exchanged, they were going to eat breakfast.
“How about we give the house elves the week off and I’ll cook?” Harry suggested.
“Why would you want to cook?” Draco asked.
“Cooking soothes me just like brewing Potions does. How about I show you?”
The Malfoys agreed. They all went to the kitchen, and Harry started to take out ingredients like eggs, seasonings, pastry flour, baking powder, honey, milk, oil, and blueberries. He showed the Malfoys how to make blueberry pancakes from scratch and he also made omelettes. It was the best breakfast they ever had. Everybody just finished washing up when owls came.
“Harry, this is from Hermione,” Draco said, passing Harry the muggle sweets. He received the same thing and couldn’t wait to try them. There was also another present for Harry, except this owl was unrecognizable and there was no note. Harry tried on the silky material only to find his body gone.
“EEP!” he shrieked, throwing the cloak off him.
“Relax, Harry, it’s just an invisibility cloak. I wonder who sent it to you,” Draco muttered the last part under his breath. Narcissa took the cloak.
“This is staying here. Who knows what type of trouble you’ll get in with it at school!” she said, causing Draco and Harry blush. Narcissa looked at her husband who’s expression was grim. “Lucius, what is it?” He sighed and thrust the note in her hand. She read it aloud:
Mr. Malfoy,
We regret to inform you on this day that Mr. Potter will need to speak with an attorney to press charges against Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. If he decides to not press charges, they will walk free. We recommend Mr. Keith Stone, who specialises in cases like these. Again, we’re very sorry.
Chief of Police,
Officer Steppe.
The letter dropped to the ground. Narcissa looked at Harry, who looked really fearful.
“I don’t want to go to trial,” he whimpered.
Narcissa took his face in her hands. “Harry, you must! If you don’t, they’ll go free, and they might do it to someone else.” She hated to have to use the guilt factor, but if he didn’t press charges those muggle bastards will more than likely do something like this again.
“I, um, well, I, fine,” Harry whispered. As much as he didn’t want to face the Dursleys, he didn’t want to have to put somebody else through what he went through. “When do I have to go?”
Harry Potter: Abused!
By: Rita Skeeter
We here at the Daily Prophet wish to apologise to Mr. Potter for the article that was written a couple of months ago. It seems that all the information thought true was false. The room full of broken toys actually belonged to his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Mr. Potter had actually lived in a cupboard and was treated like a slave. He was forced to cook and clean and was also the personal punching bag of his Uncle and Cousin.
Mr. Potter is currently pressing charges against his relatives in the Muggle court. When Mr. Potter had gotten off the train, he and Mr. Draco Malfoy were assaulted by his enraged Uncle. Mr. Malfoy, when trying to protect Mr. Potter, was slapped harshly, and his face was bruised. Mr. Potter was slapped, punched and beaten with a belt. There were witnesses, muggle and magical, who prove this statement true.
“Vernon Dursley beat his nephew with a belt and was only stopped by Malfoy Sr. The boy is pressing charges against Vernon Dursley for child abuse and is pressing charges against Petunia Dursley for child abuse and neglect,” said Keith Stone, Mr. Potter’s lawyer.
We hope Mr. Potter accepts our apologies. May he have a fast and painless recovery.
A/N: Voila! Hope you enjoy Lucius kipping Vernon’s ass. I know I did. Please review. Next chapter should be up tomorrow.