Disclaimer:

Harry Potter and the Potterverse belongs to Joanne K. Rowling! Seeing as that isn't me: I don't own anything except the plot.

I've rated M for: Violence, Abuse, Rape, Slash M/M! Don't like, don't read! No Flaming...if you don't know the difference between constructive criticism and flames... don't review!

Summary: Growing up with abusive guardians is hell. As Harry learns of his inheritance, he begins to doubt the prophecy and in turn Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron…Will someone help the beaten saviour? Will he help himself? Read and find out! H/D Slash!, D,HG,RW bashing!, AU, Creature!H+D

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Bittersweet Melodies

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Chapter One: Thoughts

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A thin, scrawny boy lay asleep in a tiny cupboard. Dust and cobwebs lacing the dirty ceiling and the broken light bulb.

The boy's name was Harry Potter, The Chosen One, Gryffindor Golden Boy and The Boy Who Lived. Famous before he could even grasp the reasons for his fame, Harry had been oblivious to who he was until he entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, Harry Potter was a wizard, mistreated and neglected by his 'family'. And in Hogwarts' majestic halls he had found his home, his safe havens and…Dumbledore.

The headmaster of the school had henceforth been like the parent Harry had never had. Always listening to him whenever he had a problem and giving him good advice in difficult positions. He had also met his two best friends: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The Golden Trio they were being called and Harry was had been overjoyed to have found such good friends.

But he hadn't only learned of good things. A Dark Lord, He–Who–Must–Not–Be-Named, Voldemort. The evil that he had stopped, barely a year old and at the sacrifice of his parents' life. The evil had disappeared, but Dumbledore believed that he was not vanquished for good.

Burdened with knowledge Harry had gone on adventures and missions with his new friends, learned more about the ways of wizards, experienced pain, hope, fear and much more. He learned of house rivalries and of Death Eaters, of friends and of foes, of good and of evil. Five years he had thought he knew who he could trust and who was on the wrong side. He had seen the heralds of the upcoming war and had readied himself to fight for good, for the Light.

But as the prophecy was revealed to him by his mentor, Harry had felt loneliness creep into him. He was the only one who could put an end to Voldemort. The evil which had risen again. Harry had never questioned the headmasters words…

A mistake? Perhaps.

Harry had gone back to the Dursleys full of anger, sadness and burdened with many thoughts…

flash back

Harry had distanced himself from Ron and Hermione. He didn't want to see them hurt when it was his burden to fulfill the damned prophecy. His friends had also become more distant since the event at the Ministry. On the train back to King's Cross he had gotten himself an empty compartment at the very end of the train and sealed the door. Not even the enraged Draco Malfoy could enter through the wards regardless of how bad he wanted to beat the crap out of Potter for locking up his father.

Harry had thought about all the people he had caused death or suffering. His mother, his father, Cedric, Sirius and many he probably didn't know of. Even his friend's family: Ginny Weasley. But Sirius had been the hardest blow to him. And he didn't think he was going to ever get over him. He had been like a real Parent. He had been a friend of his fathers and he would have taken him away from his relatives. Sirius had been everything he had wished for years. And now he was gone. Just like that his dream had burst like a soap bubble in a second. He had killed Sirius with his fame. Indirectly he had been the cause for his godfathers death. If only he had checked properly, if only he had trusted Hermione's words.

Anger welled up inside the pit of his stomach and twisted his guts painfully.

It was all his fuckin' fault! And he was the only one who could give the Wizarding World the peace they yearned for.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'

Yes, he would have to kill the most feared evil for good or be killed himself in the process. To put such a burden on the already burdened shoulders of a fifteen year old was irresponsible and cruel, but what other option was there? None, so it seemed.

As the train arrived in London, Harry grabbed his wand and Hogwarts clothing and stowed it away in his trunk. He took Hedwig's empty cage in the other hand and stepped off the train and out of the barrier. As he caught sight of his uncle he knew immediately that this summer was going to be different from the all the previous ones. His uncles face was twisted into an evil smile, scarier than everything Harry had ever seen from his relatives. He turned and waved a silent good-bye at his friends then made to follow his uncle out of the station to the parking lots where his car stood. Vernon opened the car door in the back and beckoned Harry to get in. Before the boy could obey his uncle had turned him by the shoulders and…

SLAP

Murmuring something about "…worthless freaks everywhere…" he proceeded to stuff Harry roughly into the back of the car. The teen held his cheek as silent tears welled up in his green eyes, Harry wondered if he would survive this summer unscathed…if he survived at all.

The scene had been watched by two stunned grey orbs. Draco Malfoy had seen the goings-on with mixed feelings. He had thought a lot about his father and Harry Potter and had come to the conclusion that the Boy-Who-Lived had actually made his life a bit easier: without his father breathing down his neck, he could pretty much do as he wished.

Draco had never had the intention of following the Dark Lord, but upholding the Malfoy name in the Dark Lords ranks was very important…vitally important. But Potter had gotten his father locked up! And…well, this was after all his father! He was important…his idol…then again, his view of things had changed drastically after he had had to attend a meeting. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought. It was complicated. Two battling interests inside the Malfoy made it difficult to discern his own opinion from the one he was expected to have as a Malfoy. He decided that Potter just wasn't his top priority at the moment.

With that, Draco turned and left with his mother at his side.

end flash back

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