Disclaimer: No own Harry Potter but I do have Daniel Radcliffe tide up in my closet, ok not really but wouldn't that be nice?

Voldyismoldy: Oh my God I have started another story and its a Harry Potter one! Yes I am back in the potter fandom for my second attempt and hopefully this one will go better than my last one. for any out there who have read "Hero in the Shadows" I'm sorry but it probably won't be completed due to lack of interest on both the readers and my part so I apologise. anyway this is my first attempt at a Draco/Harry story and I hope you like. so please read and review, review, review.

Warnings: somewhat graphic torture scene and rape. don't like don't read.

Chapter 1. Switching sides.

Draco knelt in the graveyard outside of Riddle Manor the place where Lord Voldemort had been resurrected little over a year ago. In a half circle around him were the inner circle of the Dark lords Death eaters minus his father and several others who had been arrested do to the ministry attack a month earlier. Kneeling on either side of him were several other Slytherin's that were to be made Death eaters themselves soon. On his right were Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott and on his left were Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent Bulstrode along with others not of great importance to him.

None of them knew why they had been brought here or why Voldemort had called this meeting only that they had been made to come. They were now waiting for their lord to appear and it wasn't long before they heard the pop of apparation and the Dark lord appeared along with the Lestranges who were holding something behind him that those gathered couldn't yet see.

While the Death eaters were wearing their masks to hide their faces the young Slytherins weren't and Draco felt strangely exposed as the Dark Lord stared at them with his red eyes. He had to force himself not to tremble as Voldemort approached his followers hands behind his back and a look of pure glee on his snake like face. Draco had never seen him look so pleased and he wondered what had happened to put him in such a mood when he had been murderous after some of his followers had been arrested.

"Ah my dear followers I am so glad you could join me on such an important night," The Dark lord began holding out his hands towards them his wand held loosely in his right hand. "Today we have gained a great victory over our enemies my loyal supporters and tonight we have a very special guest with us. Bring him forth Bella let them see who has chosen to join us this night."

Bellatrix, cackling with glee, dragged what she was holding forward and tossed a dark haired boy on the ground within the center of the half circle at Voldemorts feet. The boy wore a dirty and torn pair of jeans that were far to big for him and a T-shirt that went down to his knees. He coughed violently his body shaking and a pair of glasses clutched in his hands. Draco knew without seeing his face who the boy was, Harry Potter himself, but how had they managed to capture him?

It was obvious Potter had struggled, blood staining his hair and dripping down his face. One of his shoes had been lost and there was no sign of his wand. There were bruises on his arms as well and Voldemort sneered as he looked down at the boy who seemed unable to move. Draco had never seen Potter look so pitiful and he delighted in the sight of his greatest rival looking so beaten.

"Yes it is indeed Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived found alone and outside of his relatives house," Voldemort told them as he pointed his wand at the boy. Draco could feel the anticipation rising in the men around him as they leaned closer wanting to see their most hated enemy die. "It was by pure luck that Bella and Rudolphus happened upon him before Dumbledore and his band of fools could get him safely away from us and now that he is here he has graciously agreed to be our entertainment for tonight."

Draco would have snorted at his words if it was dignified for a Malfoy to do so and was almost certain he heard one come from the prone figure on the ground. Voldemort made no notice of it as he stared down at the boy and then looked at his death eaters again.

"Now which one of you my dear followers would like to take the first strike at our guest? I require you only not to kill him yet for I want to torture him a bit first and would like to see how long he will last," Voldemort asked looking at each of them in turn as several of them stepped greedily forward wands already out and pointed at the teen. "Come you may all have your chance and by the end of tonight dear Harry will see just what a fool he was to try to stand against me."

As Draco and his friends knelt watching the death eaters began to send curse after curse at the defenseless teen. At first Draco enjoyed it, watching his rival convulse and scream under the numerous curses, but slowly as he continued to watch he began to grow sickened by it. By the cuts and bruises decorating his skin and the blood staining his hair and cloths and the ground beneath him. He had wanted Potter tortured but this, this was more than what was needed, and he wasn't at all sure he wanted the boy to die no matter how much he may have despised him.

Eventually after what felt like hours they stopped and Draco let out a small sigh of relief low enough that no one would hear. Harry now lay on the ground covered in blood and injuries both visible and hidden. He was panting and trembling violently with the after effects of the 'Cruciotus' and several other curses. Yet none of the death eaters showed any concern and when he looked at his friends faces he was angered to see that most looked as eager and delighted by their classmates suffering as the adults.

Hopping it was now over he forced his face to remain impassive and merely watched with what he hoped was a believable indifference. However Voldemort wasn't through yet and with a flick of his wand the boys clothes were removed with a comment that they should see the full existent of their work. Draco's face paled as he looked at the now naked boy and was shocked by what he saw.

Harry lay on his side his back to them, a back that was littered in old and new scars that couldn't have all come from the death eaters curses. There were old burn marks as well and signs of broken bones beneath the skin. Dark bruises were on his butt cheeks and the back of his upper thighs and he looked so small, curled up and shaking as he was. Draco could tell that he was far to thin and he had always been shorter than him though he had paid little attention to that until now.

Why had he never noticed before how much shorter and thinner Harry was to him and where had those marks come from? Someone else had been hurting Harry before the Death eaters had gotten their hands on him but who was it and why would they. He had thought that everyone besides them had loved the golden boy, their beloved savior, so who else would have wanted to hurt him like that? Could it be that Potter's life wasn't as good as he had always thought it was? That perhaps he wasn't as loved and spoiled as he had always believed.

These new thoughts and suspicions rocked him to the core and he almost didn't notice when Voldemort invited his followers to continue their torture of the boy. Draco didn't know if he could stand to watch anymore yet he didn't know how it could get worse until one of the death eaters knelt and forced Harry onto his stomach holding him down. The boy struggled weakly against him tears streaming down his face and he bit his lip as he struggled not to speak or scream.

Draco realizing what was going to happen now closed his eyes not wanting to watch but they snapped open again as Harry screamed suddenly. He had to fight not to tremble at the sight of the death eater thrusting into the boy while the other's cursed him and taunted him laughing at his pain, especially his aunt who cackled in pleasure. One by one the death eaters who wanted to took the boy only a few of them staying back though they continued to curse him adding to the others pleasures.

Even Lord Voldemort himself rapped Harry and by then his screams had turned into sobs and pleas for mercy. He begged them to stop and cried out that he was sorry and that he would be good until he blacked out from the pain of it. Draco was shaken even more by his words than by what they had done for it sounded to him like he was talking to someone else and not them and he wondered who that person was.

At long last it was over and the Dark lord told the Lestranges to take Potter to the Riddle manor dungeons. He then turned pointedly to the young Slytherins who in all that time hadn't moved and advised them to think carefully about what had happened that night as they would all be made to take the dark mark in a weeks time before dismissing them. It was then that Draco realized what the meaning behind the demonstration was other than to torture and rape Harry it was also to give them a warning of what could happen to them should they refuse to serve him.

Draco felt sick and returned quickly to the room he was using in the manor where he promptly threw up in the bathroom toilet. He had never liked Potter but seeing him like that being taken so brutally and knowing now, or at least suspecting, that he had been abused by someone else had changed everything for him. He didn't know if he could continue to serve the Dark lord after seeing that, if he still wanted to, and yet he knew he wouldn't live if he chose not to. The Dark lord would kill him without hesitation and he had no desire to lose his life.

He flopped down onto to his bed in a very un-malfoy like way and covered his face with his hands not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to just go along with it and take the mark to make his father happy and protect himself but the other part wanted to leave this place and maybe take Potter with him. Could he do that find some way to escape along with Harry. Maybe get him to Dumbledore who could protect them if he could convince him that Draco no longer wanted to be on the dark side. It was a possibility but he didn't know how he could and wasn't at all certain he wanted to risk his life to try.

Why should he care what happened to Potter anyway? They had never been friends and Harry had certainly never shown any concern for him. Yet after tonight all he could see him as was a boy terribly abused and neglected. As someone who was in desperate need of help and protection. Whatever hatred and anger he had felt toward the 'Golden boy' had died that night and he felt only pity for him now, pity and something else that he couldn't name yet.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear his door open and only realized someone was there when he felt there shadow fall over him. Quickly he removed his hands from his face and sat up to see his godfather standing at the foot of his bed looking down at him. Severus face was worn and pained, his dark eyes clouded, and never had Draco seen him like that. It seemed that what happened that night had affected him badly as well and he was surprised and relieved to know that.

"Draco are you well?" he questioned. Draco nodded, hesitated, and then shook his head deciding to be honest with him. "I see you did not enjoy tonight's entertainment either."

"No surprisingly I didn't," the blonde boy agreed with a soft sigh still not understanding his own feelings or his sudden aversion to serving the monster who had done every horrible thing imaginable to break his classmate. "Is there something you want Severus?"

"Yes I am in need of your help," The potions teacher told him sitting down on the bed his face lined in thought. "if you are willing to do so for it would put you in great danger and turn both your father and the Dark lord against you."

"You want me to help you free Potter don't you Severus?" Draco replied. His godfather nodded staring intently at him. He was silent for a long moment thinking it over and his eyes brightened and his jaw tightened in decision. "All right what do you want me to do?"

"Thank you Draco I had feared for a long time that you would take the same path as your father but it seems you have come to your senses as he will not," Severus said in relief. Draco nearly smiled pleased by his words and watched him as he took out a small bundle from his robe pocket holding out to him. "Inside here is a portkey Draco that will take you to a specific place where you will find help for Potter and yourself. Tomorrow you will be instructed to bring the boy his meal while I am guarding his cell. You will stupefy me and then use the portkey to get both of you out of here and to somewhere safe. I will join you as soon as I can to help you with him as well."

"All I need to do then is get into his cell and use the portkey," his godson repeated taking the bundle from him as he nodded. Draco quickly slipped it into his pocket so no one would see it. "But what about you Severus won't the Dark lord know you helped and what is the password to activate it?"

"I will be fine and the Dark lord won't know because I will have been stupefied and I can very easily keep him out of my mind so you needn't worry about me," the potions teacher assured him taking something else out of his pocket and handing it to him. "The password for it is 'freedom' and you will be taking Potter here. Read it and memorize it quickly."

Draco took the small piece of paper from him and read it to himself surprised by what it said. The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is at 12 Gimmauld Place. He read it twice to make sure he had it and then gave it back to his godfather who pointed his wand at it and it burst into flame so no one else could read it.

"Good now get some sleep Draco you will have a long day tomorrow," Snape told him standing up as Draco nodded. He stared at him for a moment torn between wanting to protect his godson and needing to save the only hope the wizarding world had and then left the room without another word.

Draco watched him leave and then using his wand changed his robes into a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Tiredly he slipped beneath the covers and closed his eyes willing sleep to come to him. It refused to come easily however and thoughts of what he had seen and the decisions he had made ran through his head. His whole life had changed that night and it would never be the sane again as he deliberately choose to turn his back on his father and the world he lived in all in order to help a boy he had once thought he hated but now was not so sure.

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Late the next day just as Snape had told him Draco was ordered by Voldemort through his aunt to bring a tray of food to Potter's cell. The tray had only a small bowl of broth and a glass of water on it that he would have to feed to him since the Dark lord had decided that he wanted the boy to live for a bit longer. He agreed without a word to do so and forced himself to look calm and indifferent as he walked down to the dungeons.

The portkey felt heavy in his pocket reminding him of his true task and of the danger he would be in after he had done so. His life would always been at risk as long as the Dark lord and his followers were in power yet he had made up his mind and he wouldn't change it now. He had never really wanted to be a Death eater and had only agreed to it to please his father but that didn't seem so important to him now. The only thing that mattered now was how Potter had looked the night before and the sound of his screams and sobs that echoed in his mind even now.

To his relief he found his godfather standing in front of Potter's cell just as he had said he would be and balancing the tray he took out his wand. Snape saw him and gave a small nod of his head a faint smile on his face as he sent the spell at him. He immediately froze and slumped onto the floor and Darco hurried into the cell that Snape had already unlocked not wasting any of what little time they had.

He found Harry lying on his side against the far wall his eyes closed and his breathing erratic. Quickly he walked up to him and knelt beside him putting the tray on the floor. He took his head into his lap and his eyes flickered open. They were glazed and unfocused and he shivered in cold still unclothed as he looked up at him in confusion.

"M . . . Malfoy?" Harry said softly clearly not believing that he was actually there holding him.

"Yes Potter its me, here drink this water I am sure you need it," Draco replied. He brought the glass to his lips and the other boy drank it greedily some of it dripping down his chin. "I have come to get you out of here Potter, don't ask me why but I can't seem to leave you here to be tortured even more."

Harry said nothing as he finished the water and his eyes closed again though a small smile appeared on his face. Yet Draco wasn't at all sure he had understood a word he had said to him and thought it quite possible that he was delirious. Carefully he took him into his arms surprised and disturbed by how light he felt. How could he be that light and when was the last time he had eaten something? Was he starved as well as abused by this unknown person? Draco felt a sudden surge of anger rise in him at his fellow teenagers condition. He could do little about what he had suffered at the hands of the Dark lord and his followers but he could perhaps do something about the other person or persons who had abused him so grievously.

This thought of course lead to a whole series of questions he couldn't answer and wanted to give no thought to so he pushed them to the back of his mind to think about at another time. Knowing someone could come at any time he took the portkey out of his pocket and unwrapped it putting one of Harry's hands on it and one of his own while the other arm was wrapped securely around his shoulders. He said the activation word and within seconds felt the familiar pull at his navel as it took them from the cell and hopefully to some place safe.

They landed seconds later in a small room with a fireplace, a worn out couch and the most disgusting curtains Draco had ever seen. He supposed that this was the Order's headquarters and he thought briefly of how Riddle manor was only slightly better from what he had seen so far. He rose to his feet taking the unconsciousness youth in both arms and scowling again at how light weight he was.

He hopped that there was someone around to help them and that Snape hadn't sent them to some empty home. He also hopped that whoever was here would be willing to listen to him and not automatically attack him for being the son of a death eater. A noise from beyond the room alerted him to someone else's presence in the house and he called out to them not wanting to take chances on exploring the house with an injured boy in his arms.

The door to the room was almost immediately thrown open and Draco came face to face with his old Dark arts professor Remus Lupin. The man looked haggard and tired and his face paled at the sight of Harry being held naked and severally injured in his arms. For a second neither one of them seemed able to speak and then Lupin exploded in questions as he rushed up to them.

"Harry! What happened? Who did this to him? How did you find him?" He asked as he took the boy from him holding him gingerly in his arms. "Harry can you hear me? Are you all right?"

"Professor I will explain everything once he is seen to," Draco told him. Lupin nodded and turned to leave the room as he followed them. "Is there anyone else here sir or are you good enough at healing to tend him yourself?"

"No healing has never been one of my strengths, I will have to send for Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore will have to be told that he has been found," Lupin replied speaking more to himself than to Draco as he lead them up a flight of stairs to a series of bedrooms. "Thank you Draco for whatever you did to get him here. I don't know why you choose to help him or how you found out about this place but I am glad you did."

Draco said nothing as he followed him into the closest room and Lupin laid Harry on the bed conjuring a blanket with his wand to cover him. Draco stood next to the bed as he hurried over to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in it while yelling out Hogwarts infirmary. He stuck his head in, spoke to someone for a few minutes and then took it out again looking relieved. A few minutes later Madam Pomfrey came out of the fire holding a bag of supplies in her hand.

"Where is Mr. Potter, Remus?" She asked. He lead her over to the bed pulling back the blanket and she gasped at what she saw. "Oh the poor dear, well both of you out I don't need you in the way while I tend him. I will come to you once I am done and tell you how he is."

Lupin nodded and glancing at the young man one more time he took Draco by the arm and lead him out while the nurse took out her supplies muttering to herself. The older man brought him down to the kitchen where he sat him down in a chair and conjured two butterbeers for them before sitting down himself.

"Tell me everything that happened to Harry Draco," He said as he took a large gulp of his drink without taking his eyes off of him. Draco nodded taking a sip of his own drink.

He explained everything that had happened the night before at the Death eaters meeting. How Harry had been brought there by the Lestranges after having somehow been captured outside of his home. How the Dark lord and his minions had cursed him repeatedly for what seemed like hours and then how they had rapped him until he was begging them to stop and blacked out. How Snape had come to him and asked him to help free him and Draco had agreed taking the portkey and using it to bring them here.

He told him about everything even his decision not to become a Death eater and his switch to the light side. The only thing he didn't tell him were his suspicions about the other abuse he thought Harry had suffered before coming to the Death eaters. He wasn't entirely certain about it yet and he didn't know if Harry wanted anyone else to know about it either so he wanted to wait to say anything until he talked to him first.

When he finished with his tale Lupin said nothing only frowned and continued to sip his drink. They fell into silence while they sat and waited for Madam Pomfrey to tell them if Harry was going to be ok. It was obvious to Draco that the man was worried about the boy and upset about what had happened to him and so didn't mind being ignored. He had a lot to think about as well and appreciated the silence wondering what would happen when other people started to show up and if he would be accepted among them. He had no where else to go now and he dreaded what would happen if he was made to leave and what Voldemort would do to him once he found out what he had done.

A/N: well there it is the first chapter. Poor Harry I am so mean to me characters. anyway hoped you liked and Draco and snape weren't to ooc. I was trying to stay in their characters but it was really hard especially snape. I am not used to thinking of him as a good character though I thought it was great that he was in the books. anyway there will be several pairings in this work and unfortuantely Sirius will be dead, stupid Rowling how dare you kill him, but his death works better for this story sorry. anyway read and review please especially if you want me to continue because really I tend to want to write more when I know people want to read it thank you and hope you enjoyed.