When once is not enough

Sadly Harry Potter is not mine. If it was, I would not be writing fanfiction and I would have put Harry and Draco together in the books.

Warning!: This story is rated R for rape, yaoi, and various graphic violence as well as depression and suicidal tendencies.

Pairings:

Harry/Draco is main, but not til later. And also there will be some pairings with them that do not last with other people.

A/N: So there is one character in this story whom you will not find out who it is until later. I am rewriting the Harry Potter books in a way… will not be using the basic story-line… so this is most definitely AU. I do hope if you like reading that type of thing, I can make it worthwhile.

A/N2: I have rewritten the chapters, so while they remain the same, they have a bit more detail as I have grown up a bit in my hiatus and am working to make this story better as I continue this. Look forward to more chapters soon! (07/27/16)

A small, shiny rock lay in very rough, worn hands. The owner of the those hands looked at the stone with great sadness and fear. Out of all things that he could wish, he had hoped this item would never be in his possession. He had wished for only one thing. Because he had the stone, he knew what he had to do. This man had a task. And not one that was likely to be easy.

Elsewhere:

"You freaky little bastard!" The voice of one, Vernon Dursley rang out at the same time as his fist swung in the direction of a little black haired boy. The boy ducked and looked up at his uncle with those tiny scared green eyes. This boy was only six years old and already from the look in his eyes, looked like he was far too knowledgeable of the world of cruelty. As the fist swung down, it ended up hitting the boy's jaw with a sharp crunch! And the little boy fell to the floor, tears in his eyes. Vernon walked out of the room, his demeanor smug, as if he'd accomplished his tasks for the day. "The boy", as Harry was often called, had been punished for a sheet of homework Dudley had done, which had gone missing and had never been found. Harry stood up very quickly, for if Petunia caught him not doing his chores, he could be punished worse. No food would be much worse than a couple of bruises or a small cut. He noticed a bit of blood on the floor from biting his lip and quickly ran to get a wash cloth to clean it up. Little would it be known to Harry that someone was watching him.

A couple of years later, Harry stood in the yard watering the plants. It was a very hot and humid day. There was no one around to be seen. Of course not, everyone else was indoors, keeping cool and not suffering this damnable heat. But poor Harry was stuck outside. His eyes glazed over the flowers once more as he let the water just drizzle on the plants. Most normal eight year old boys would be playing video games or playing with their friends, but here Harry was doing his chores in the humid outdoors. A red cloak caught his eye as someone walked by. Harry was surprised to see anybody, let alone someone who was covered in a cloak that could not have been comfortable in such heat. The cloak covered the person's whole body as well as face. They passed by quickly, but as they did Harry felt a nice cool breeze. He smiled genuinely and went back to work. He was just glad Petunia hadn't caught him over watering the flowers when his attention had drifted off.

A couple of months had passed and Harry forgot all about the man in the red cloak. As a little boy, his mind was more on the day to day, the more relevant facts. Even today as Harry stood at the stove cooking a meal when Petunia walked in. She looked at what he was doing on the stove and growled. "You're burning our food, boy."

"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia." Harry said, a slight quiver in his voice. "I accidentally set the heat too high. It will still be good to eat." Harry showed her the food which was browning nicely with just a few spots showing the burnt food.

"Ha!" Petunia scoffed. "I would not eat that." She walked over to him and grabbed his wrist. She twisted it until he faced her. "Would you?" She asked sternly. He could tell she wanted an answer, but what answer would please her? If he said yes, would she then let him have the meal as they went and got something else? But as he watched her, he noticed that she wanted him to admit his guilt. His eyes widened at this realization and he kept his eyes down. "N-no." He answered shyly.

She smirked, getting the response she wanted and twisted his arm with more force. "Of course not, you useless little shit! You should have been paying attention!" He felt as Suddenly his arm was above a hot pad on the stove. His eyes widened as he tried to pull away unsuccessfully. She forced his hand onto the red-hot hot pad for a few seconds until a sizzling sound was heard. It was then that she let go. He pulled his hand into the other, holding it against himself. He could feel the tears in his hand as his face burned with tears in his eyes, keeping himself from sobbing. The hand was burned red and raw. He watched as she left the room before turning back to the food, making sure to do everything else right, so he would not be punished worse.

At ten, Harry lay on the bed in his cupboard, keeping his mind off of any of his bad thoughts. He could just lay here all day since Petunia was at a friend's book reading, Vernon was at work and Dudley was at his friend's. His legs stretched out as he lay on his stomach reading a book. His eyes glossed over the page very briefly when something else caught his attention. The sound of his door opening. Who could be home? The door to his cupboard screeched open and he looked up to see Vernon standing in the doorway. He very quickly sat up and put the book over on the edge of the bed. He placed his hands in his lap and looked up very submissively. "Is there something I can do for you Uncle?" He asked, very careful to not look Vernon in the eyes. The elder man hated when Harry acted defiant.

Vernon grinned in a way Harry couldn't describe. An almost sadistic, evil grin. He stepped forward a couple steps and nodded. "Yes Harry. I need you to lay on your stomach on your bed and lay your head on your pillow and not move."

"Sir?" Harry asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Do as I say, boy!"

Harry nodded shyly and did as his Uncle had described. Before he knew it, his uncle's legs were straddling his own and he could feel his pants being pulled downwards. Harry automatically went into a panic and he tried to get up, but as he tried, his Uncle pushed his head into his pillow, smothering the small boy. The body on top of his own was too large, not able to be moved by the skinny helpless boy beneath it. Harry gave up struggling. There was no use. He allowed himself to numb his mind, protecting what little sanity he could.

When Vernon finally left a few hours later, after having raped Harry multiple times, Harry just lay there, not moving. His breathing was shallow and his body weak. He fell asleep, knowing his dreams would be filled with the nightmares he could not fight.

A few hours later a pounding sound was heard on the cupboard door. Harry jerked up in bed and curled himself against the wall. What if it was his uncle again? He closed his eyes and hoped dearly it wasn't, but expecting that it was. The door burst open with light and the person in the red cloak stood there, a stick in his hand. He spoke harshly. "Come with me."

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip, hoping this was a dream. What would Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon think. He wrapped his arms around his legs and shook his head very harshly. The man in the cloak shook his head and knelt down into the cupboard, nearer to Harry. Harry scrunched back as tightly as he could. The man gently took a hand and placed in on Harry's cheek. "It's alright Harry. Please come with me. I want to make you safe."

Harry looked up, but could not see who this person was… his savior? He didn't move though. He couldn't move. His body ached as it was and with all the quick movements he had made, his body just hurt more. Besides, Harry was not going to trust this person he did not know. The person grabbed him by the wrist, which made Harry cringe. "Please Harry, I won't hurt you. The Dursley's will never hurt you again if you come with me."

"How do you know my name?" Harry demanded. His voice didn't sound as confident as he had hoped.

"I know a lot about you Harry. I care a lot about you and I want to see you safe. Please come with me." The man offered his hand.

Harry looked at it for over a minute, but then he heard something that made his heart beat roughly in his chest. One of the stairs creaked, and his cupboard door was open. He couldn't move. The man quickly took his hand though and then something happened. He felt as though his body was being pulled in different directions, but in an instant they were somewhere else. They were standing outdoors in a wooded area. A huge mansion stood before them. The man in the cloak swept a hand in an offering manner. "Welcome to my home."

Harry tried to stand up, but his body was weak. The man noticed his struggle and put his hand down to help Harry up. Harry was weary but took it. He had no choice. He ended up keeping hold of the hand because he couldn't seem to let go. As much as he wanted to, and as much as he was scared, the hand was a comfort. It was a gentle, yet firm grip that kept him standing but also seemed caring. And that same hand pulled him forward gently to lead him inside.