A/N: I had a request from RUKKY for this Pairing. They told me some of the things they would like to see in this story and I am also adding some of my own ideas. So thank you RUKKY for the suggestion of this story and I hope you like this.

Summary: Draco is at wits end, he has been abused all of his life by his father, Lucius, and he can't take it any longer. He goes to the one place where he thinks he will be safe and finds out some information about himself that changes everything.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter related items in this story, alas I really wish I did.

Warning: This is a Slash fic (Male/Male relationship). There will be sexual content in this story, but I will put a warning before the chapter. There may be MPREG in later chapters. Graphic abusive scenes, Creature inheritance. Child abuse and continuing into early adulthood. This is an AU story, some people are still alive, while others are dead who normally wouldn't have been. The war is now over and Voldemort is dead.

Prologue:

Tears streaked down the face of a Blonde haired, silver eyed sixteen year old as he was curled upon the floor. Laughter was heard above him as his father looked upon his broken body. The boy thought that after the war was over his father would've been apprehended right away, but just as his luck would have it, his father was still free.

Draco thought that he would be able to come home directly after the battle and gather what few items he deemed worthy of taking, and run. As he lay upon the floor he couldn't help but think that he should have just ran right from the school. Everyone was rejoicing after the fall of the dark lord while he was laying on his family homes floor, bleeding.

This was by far the worst beating he has ever received, and he had received a lot though out his sixteen years. His father would always take everything wrong out on him, even if he wasn't any way involved with the situation. The first beating he could remember was when he was five.

His father came home from work, rather pissed at his boss, and took it upon himself to lay Draco over his knee and beat his ass red. The beatings could have started earlier but he couldn't remember much before he was five. All he could remember was fear every time his father would walk thru the front door.

Draco was grateful when he turned eleven and could finally stay at school. He loved being away for such long periods of time, not having to worry about his fathers wrath. The moments he had to return home were hell to say the least. He would always go back to school hurting and with more scars to hide. He never had one happy vacation away, since ninety percent of the time he would stay in bed, healing.

Then the moment came when his father offered their home to Voldemort. Draco wanted to scream and hide, never to return home again. His father had dragged him in front of the dark lord the first night the creature was there and was happy to offer Draco up to him for anything he needed. Draco nearly got sick after figuring out what his father was implying to the dark lord. He felt dirty after seeing the way the creature-man looked at him after that, and tried his very best to stay out of sight.

The night of his sixteenth birthday his father dragged him in front of the dark lord yet again. Pushing him down onto his knees and offering up his left arm to be branded. Once the brand was placed into him he violently got sick. The laughter all around him made him feel more ashamed with himself then before.

Lucius had stood by that night when the dark lord forced himself onto him, taking his virginity and putting him off from any sex with anyone ever again. He immediately broke up with his boyfriend of three years the moment he returned to school, knowing he would never look at him the same again. He would never be able to let him touch him like he used to, let alone kiss him.

They remained friends, but Draco pulled farther and farther away when the other boy kept trying to rekindle what they once had. His father never knew of his sexual orientation and he was glad, because even though the man gave him to his lord, he would have beaten him until he was dead if he ever found that out.

He never wanted to have any children, afraid that he would turn out like his father, hateful and abusive. His mother was never around, always traveling and spending his fathers money. He didn't even know if she even remembered him half the time. When she was home at the same time as he was, she would vacate any room he entered the moment she saw him.

Once he pulled himself off the floor, he looked around to make sure his father was no where in sight. Upon seeing it was all clear, he quickly limped up to his room and gathered his belongings. Looking around he gave a heavy sigh of relief, knowing he would never willingly return to his childhood home.

He was going to go to the one place he thought he would be safe, number 12 Grimmwauld place, an old Black estate. It belonged to his mothers family and he knew that his cousin lived there now with some of the old order members. He wasn't sure how many, or exactly who was staying there, but he knew he would at least be safe.

He only hoped they would let him inside the house. Knowing he wasn't the best towards any of them that may be living there, but he had to try. He had every right to be able to enter, since he was a Black in blood.

Once he found himself outside of the Malfoy estate wards he apperated and landed just outside the Black family home. Beaten and Bleeding he knocked on the door and promptly passed out once he saw it open.

A/N: I just wanted to post this up now. I will be continuing this in the next couple days once I am done writing Everything was a lie. I will also be continuing Children change everything along with this one.