Remedy To His Nightmares
Uncle Vernon is turning all sorts of colours. First, he went white, all colour draining from his face, then, he was turning green; he looked sickly. And now, he is turning red and purple with rage. Oh no. That isn't good, when he gets like this I get hurt.
I feel his beefy hands grab the front of my shirt, and slam me against the wall. He is seething, angrier than I have ever seen him before. "BOY!! You stupid, foul, loathesome, freakish, awful, worthless, BOY!!" He roared in my face.
I whimpered in fright as he raised a big fist above my head. Suddenly, he struck me, with an unbelievable force, the corners of my eyes start to show black. "NOOO!!" I scream, I don't know what he was told on the telephone, but clearly, it wasn't good.
He threw my limp body to the floor, and began kicking me, in the gut, the face, the back, anywhere he could. I was screaming, crying, and thrashing, desperately trying to escape. Everything was sore, I thought I was going to die, and honestly, I wish I could right now.
But then I feel somebody take my hand into their own, somebody warm, somebody safe. And I forget about being beaten, the look of pure hatred on my Uncle's face. And I'm okay. For right now, I'm okay.
He's screaming, thrashing, crying, he's ripping at the bed sheets, and I'm worried. I do the only thing I can think of, and I reach over and take his hand. Almost instantaneously, he calms. He stops his actions, and his breathing slows, and soon, he's just sleeping normally again.
When I first saw Harry Potter in front of me, I was confused. Why would Dobby and Dinkey think being with my enemy would help me? That made no sense. But I couldn't hate him right then, not when he was so broken, so helpless, so alone. I couldn't help but feel that he was going through even worse than me.
So I sat by him, while he slept. I took a closer look at him then I would have ever dared do before, and I saw a boy who was covered in scars, bruises, and his own blood. I have never seen anybody look so destroyed, and I couldn't help but feel guilty.
Whoever had caused him this pain was cruel. I know I had been an absolute menace to him for as long as we have known each other, but I decided that from that moment onward, I would never say a harsh word to Harry Potter again. If he dealt with this kind of physical abuse already, I could never bring myself to hurt him any more.
I know I have a long way to go if I ever want to make things up to Harry, but the least I can do is try. I made a silent vow to myself, to never let anybody hurt the battered boy in front of me, ever again.
I opened my eyes, slowly. I was exhausted, and sore, but for the first time in years, I woke up from a peaceful night's sleep. I saw the bright, crisp white of the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. That's when I remember last night.
I turn my head to the side, looking for my glasses, as I extend a hand towards the table, I can't move my arm. Confused, I look at my arm and see a blurry, pale figure holding my hand. Said blurry figure hands me my glasses, and lightly squeezes my hand before letting go.
With my glasses on, I see that sitting beside my bed, is none other than Draco Malfoy. My heart stops for a second. What is he doing here? I scramble to sit up in my bed, reaching for my wand. The blonde puts a hand onto my chest, laying me back down in the hospital bed.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Harry." He says, softly. I look up into his eyes, to see if he is being serious or not. His eyes look gentle, soft, possibly even caring. My breath catches in my throat, I don't know what just happened, but seeing Draco Malfoy look at me like that sent a shiver up my spine.
"Then why are you h-here?" I ask, confused. Why couldn't I breathe there? Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he here? What's happening to me? Why was he holding my hand? Wait- did he call me Harry?
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here. Dinkey and Dobby brought me here last night, while you were asleep. So I stayed here with you," the blonde said, looking into my eyes the entire time, "Who did this to you, Harry? Who hurt you this badly?" Draco said so quietly, so sincerely, it made me want to hug him.
Wait, what? He looks like he's about to cry, oh my god, what's happening? Who's Dinkey, anyways? Why does he care? I can feel my eyes start to prickle with tears, and I lightly press my lips together and look down to my feet.
I don't want him to see me cry. But I can't hold my tears in, his emotions just seem so pure, so true. I can't help it, soon, the tears slip down my cheeks and I'm being pulled into a hug.
Tentatively, I wrap my arms around Draco's neck. He pulls me a little closer, and slowly rubs circles on my back. I feel safe, I feel cared about, and for once, I don't feel so alone.
I see Harry's eyes fill with tears, and suddenly, my heart clenches. I don't know what made me do it, but I pull him into a tight embrace. He is a little rigid at first, but slowly, he relaxes and wraps his arms around my neck. I pull him closer, and rub his back. This feels good.
"My Uncle." He whispers. What? What does he mea- oh. What?! His family did this to him!? I can't believe this!
I pull myself away from the raven-haired boy to look into his eyes. He's stopped crying now, but his eyes are all puffy and his face is still wet. I brush the tear tracks from his cheeks and look back into his eyes.
"He did this to you?" I whisper. He nods, and looks away from me. I can feel tears stinging in my eyes now. I don't know when I started rambling, but the next thing I know, words are falling out of my mouth.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry for being so mean to you all these years, for hurting you, and for never noticing how much pain you were already in. I'm sorry you have had so much hurt in your life. I'm sorry you lost your parents, I'm sorry my Auntie Bella killed your godfather, I'm sorry that nobody has been able to protect you from all this pain. And I am so sorry I never apologized sooner." I felt the tears running down my face, I feel so guilty, I have caused him so much pain, but I never realized it before.
"It's okay, Draco. I forgive you. For everything." He whispers. I feel him grab my hand and squeeze it softly. I look up at him with watery eyes and gently smile. My mother is dead, the Dark Lord wants me to kill Albus Dumbledore, and my father will probably force me to become a Death Eater. My life sucks, but for now, I'm okay.
As long as the boy with the insane black hair, the brilliant green eyes, and the lightning-shaped scar, is smiling, I know I have somebody else in this world. And I'm okay.
Soooo... Another chapter :P okay so this is the beginning of the Drarry... Still mildly depressing, and not overly romantic yet, but it'll get there. I know I just posted a chapter yesterday, but I had ideas today and I didn't want to forget them. Also, I want to get to the Drarry as soon as possible, so we can get all this depressing stuff out of the way. Pretty please vote & comment, and feel free to recommend to others ;) I might be posting a lot this week as it's March Break, and I have a lot of free time!:)
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Harry is abused physically, verbally, mentally, you name it. A broken boy is forced to be a hero in a world he never even knew existed, and it's doing his head in. After a horrific beating from Uncle Vernon, Harry feels lonelier than ever. He calls...