Chapter 1:

Uncle Vernon was seething. He had just witnessed that terrible freak take a piece of his precious son, Dudley's, bacon. Dudley didn't even notice and began to gobble up the bacon, eggs, and toast as fast as he could. Uncle Vernon took a few deep, loud breaths through his nose and attempted to calm himself, but to no avail.

"POTTER! How DARE you steal Dudley's meal, you fucking faggot! Get over here this INSTANT!" The young man, whose name was actually Harry, walked slowly up to the kitchen table with a defiant glint in his magnificent green eyes.

"What, Uncle? I did nothing wrong, seeing as I made the whole meal, why shouldn't I be allowed to eat some of it, hmm?" Uncle Vernon swung his fat hand to meet Harry's face with a loud smack. Harry stumbled backwards but kept on his feet, "Try it again, you asshole, I dare you!" Uncle Vernon rose from the table and grabbed Harry's thin arm and began to drag him out of the kitchen. Harry stomped on Uncle Vernon's feet and scratched at his stomach on their way up to Harry's room, Uncle Vernon threw Harry against the war and put his hands around teenager's skinny neck.

"DON'T. YOU. EVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN. You hear me?1?" Harry spit at him with as much mucus as he could muster and Uncle Vernon let go of him, and instead punched his stomach. Harry fell to the ground and tried to get up but was promptly kicked multiple times until his whole body was almost numb from the pain. Uncle Vernon left him lying there on the hard wood floor and closed the door without a second glance.

It took Harry a few minutes to stop shaking, and about thirty to stand up and look at himself in the mirror. Lifting his shirt up, he could scars from the years and years of abuse along with his newly obtained bruises. He felt the skin along his ribs and winced harshly when he touched the skin over the broken bones. Harry was having trouble breathing, but he was used to that. He knelt down slowly in front of his bed and pulled out the makeshift first-aid kit that he had hidden under it. He got bandages and a few other things and wrapped his body up so it would mend and set properly. It would take a little while, but Uncle Vernon wouldn't hurt him for a while, Harry was sure of it.

When Harry made his way back downstairs, Uncle Vernon had already left for work and Dudley for school. Harry didn't go to school though he wanted to so badly. Aunt Petunia thought Harry was better suited to clean the house and do other things around the house instead of getting an education. The only reason Harry even knew how to read was because he stole Dudley's books when he was in first grade and taught himself.

One day, Harry promised himself as he began to mop the tiled kitchen floor, he would get out of here. He would runaway and make a life for himself and never ever look back. He had some money saved up. He had often found dollars and coins lying around the house and sometimes nicked a twenty or even a fifty if he was lucky. He had about a thousand dollars now. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He could find a job or just wander around the world. He had always wanted to go to California or Niagara Falls. Maybe he could go to Canada or get a cheap ticket to the U.K. or something. There were so many options; he just had to bring himself to do it. The only problem was every time there was an opportunity for him to leave; he always somehow convinced himself that life here wasn't so bad.

It was his seventeenth birthday the next day, not that anyone cared, but he knew it and it was enough. He had a small tasty-cake he stole from the supermarket two days ago in his room and he planned to eat it as slowly as possible. Dudley used to make fun of him for not having birthday parties or even acknowledgement of his birthday, but it got old after a few years and Dudley moved on to other taunts. After finishing his chores for the day, Harry spread out on his bed, wincing at every movement his body made but somehow managed to fall asleep.

The next morning was much like yesterday, just without the beating. Harry did not sneak food from Dudley this time, though he flipped Uncle Vernon the middle finger when the man turned around, and ate his own one piece quickly before starting on his tasks for the day. He wanted to get everything done as soon as possible so that he could relax and enjoy his birthday.

About seven hours later, Harry was standing naked in front of the full size mirror that was attached to the door of this closet. He was way too skinny. He could count almost every bone in his body. The bruises were still there of course and so was the pain of the broken bones in the process of being set. Harry took in his jet-black crazy mess of hair, bottle-green eyes that were wide behind his glasses. He was nothing much to look at, not that anyone was looking. Harry traced a hand over his chest, drawing invisible lines over the scars that sat there. There was one scar in particular that fascinated him. It had been there for as long as he remembered and Uncle Vernon hadn't given it to him, making it special. It was a lightning blot shaped scar that was right above his heart. No matter what Vernon did, that scar was always prominent and stood out from all the rest. When Harry felt it, it sent shivers throughout his whole body.

Harry grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and pulled them on, leaving his chest bare. He took out the small cake he had stashed in his tiny desk and took off the protective plastic. He licked the left over frosting from it before throwing it in the trash. Harry laid himself on the bed, stomach up and held the cake in front of him. Well, I guess this is it. Happy Birthday to me. He took a small bite and savored the sugary sweetness that spread through his mouth. For the first time in weeks, Harry smiled. Then he laughed and could not stop laughing until it hurt too much. He did not stop smiling however as he finished his well earned dessert.

This time, it took him longer to fall asleep. The happiness from the cake still lingering and spurring on his many thoughts. He thought of many things that night and put together a solid plan to escape his personal hell on earth. The whole Dursley family would be leaving on a day trip in two days time, which was Monday. Harry planned on stealing all the money he could from them on Sunday night and leaving with as much food as possible in the middle of the day when he was sure they were not coming back. He was going to escape. He was going to be free. Free at last.

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Sunday was a very slow day for Harry. Every emotion a person could feel was flooding through is body, or at least that's what it felt like. Aunt Petunia had already slapped him twice today for not paying attention to his chores. In retaliation, he poisoned her favorite flowers with chemicals he found in the shed. When she mentioned it to Uncle Vernon at dinner he yelled at Harry for a good thirty minutes before calming down and grabbing a cold beer from the refrigerator.

At midnight, when Harry was sure all the Dursleys were asleep he crept down stairs and took a total of two thousand dollars from the three collective wallets the found. He left enough so that they were not suspicious of him, they just would need to go the bank.

After serving the Dursley's their breakfast all the while making faces at them behind their backs, Harry went upstairs and pulled an old, medium sized suitcase from under his bed that had been there since he had moved into the room when he was eleven. He filled it with three outfits, a pillow, and his favorite book along with toiletries and his stash of money. He heard Aunt Petunia telling Uncle Vernon that they needed to go to the bank. He listened as they moved around the house and watched as they piled into the car.

Harry gave them two hours before he got up- he didn't want to take any chances. He raided the refrigerator and pantry for anything that looked good and could survive at least a few days. He grabbed three pairs of Dudley's massive socks and one of his sweatshirts. He found pepper spray in Aunt Petunia's bathroom, which he took as well. From Uncle Vernon, Harry took a pocketknife.

Harry walked around the house. There were no happy memories here but he would miss this place somewhat. It was the only place he could call a home for all his life so that was understandable. Harry grabbed the handle of the suitcase and walked out of the sliding glass front doors. Tentatively, Harry walked down Privet Drive and then another street and then another and another until he had no idea where he was but kept walking anyway.

He walked for hours, never stopping. When he looked at his surroundings at about five thirty, he had no idea where he was. Harry was not sure what to do so he just kept walking long into the night, even after the moon and the stars came out into the purple sky and the night animals began roaming. Harry passed through three towns already. When he passed by stores, he would look through the window at the people inside buying things. Sometimes they would be happy, other times there would be little kids crying and tired women pulling them around.

When morning came, Harry found himself in a park, curled up on a hard wooden bench. His suitcase was next to him and thankfully untouched. His money was intact, his clothes were fine so he took out his book and read. When people began to enter the park, Harry got up and left. He decided that today and the next day would be walking days and on Thursday, he would go to the nearest town and find a job and a place to live.

Instead of buying food, Harry thought that eating from the food he brought would be better and save him some money. He found the half loaf of bread and took out a chunk of it as he walked nibbling slowly. He took a tiny sip from the one water bottle he had brought and swirled it around his mouth, enjoying the feeling.

At some point the next day, Harry managed to get a map of the whole state and found where he was. He was four towns over from where the Dursleys lived and he decided to go over one more before settling down. When Harry came to the next town, he when to the township and asked if there were any job openings nearby that offered a place to sleep or something like that.

The nice lady behind the desk, whose name read as Minerva McGonagall, told him that there was a small bookstore with a tiny apartment sitting on top of it that the owner was hoping to rent out. She said there was also an orphanage that if he were to work there a room for him to live in would be provided along with all meals. Harry smiled brightly at her and took down the addresses of the two places and walked to the bookstore since it was the closer of the two.

The bookstore was small, but welcoming with soft colored walls and comfy couches scattered all over the place. A woman whose name was Mrs. Pince ran it. She was uptight and strict but her assistant, Remus Lupin, was very kind to Harry and convinced her to allow him to live in the apartment and work for them to pay off the rent. Harry took the offer right away, seeing as he did not really want to live in an orphanage, and Remus showed Harry the rooms he would be living in.

The loft had one bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen with a small table and two chairs. There was an old television inside the bedroom that worked sometimes but only showed three different channels. Remus said that they could get him more channels if he wanted, but Harry shook his head and thanked Remus for helping him.

"Don't worry about it, Harry. It'll be nice to have someone other than Ron around. He's always moping around and complaining, but you don't seem like that kind of a person. So your job is going to be helping Mrs. Pince out with whatever she needs help with, kind of like a personal assistant. She likes to do most of the stuff by herself though, so you can basically just sit and read books all day or something. Oh, the only thing you will actually have to do is go out before lunch and get us all something to eat. There's a Chinese place around the corner and a bakery and a pizzeria two blocks away so it shouldn't be so hard. Is that ok?" Harry nodded his head.

"Thank you, Remus. I- I don't know what to say. Just thanks, I guess." Remus just smiled and they walked back down to the store.

"Now, child. This place is no place for loud noise or any form or ruckus. I expect you to be down here by the time I open up and always around to help me. Usually I will be doing things by myself, but I am not as young as I used to be and need some help. You can read any book in here as long as you don't mess up any of the pages. If a customer asks for help, you are to do so to the best of your ability and be polite. You got it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Pince! Thank you for this opportunity."

"You're welcome, child, now come with me and help me move some boxes that were dropped off yesterday." Harry followed the old woman to the back of the store and she directed him on where to put them. After the boxes were spread around the store, harry was instructed to put the new books on the shelves and then fold up the boxes and put them in the back room. Because there were only a few hours left before closing time, Harry moved as quickly as possible and tried to ignore the dull pain that emanated from his bones.

Mrs. Pince was very pleased with his work when the day ended and she inspected what he had completed. He was told to finish up with the boxes the next day and sent to his apartment. Harry threw himself on the bed fully clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. He had done it, he had finally escaped and now he had a place to live in, a job, and all the books he could ever read at his fingertips. He fell asleep easily that night, warm from the smooth sheets and comforted by the mattress that was a million times better than the cot he had at the Dursleys.

"Remus, that boy looks awfully skinny and worn out. I wonder where he came from." Mrs. Pince said as they locked up the shop. They began walking to the subway.

"Yes, it's quite curious. But I don't think we should pry. He can tell us his past when he's ready I guess."

"Yes, I agree. Ooooh, Remus, this is like a story- it's a mystery." They smiled at each other and parted ways, heading to different subway trains.

Blaise Zabini trudged to his room in the flat that he and Draco shared. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his shiny black shoes and sighed as his feet became free of their fabric prison. It had been a long day for both of them. His and Draco's father had found out that they had gone to a gay stripper club and had given them the verbal beating of their life. Draco had immediately frozen up and looked at the wall behind the two older men while Blaise stood there and said nothing. He never listened to what his father said and was not going to break that habit.

Blaise and Draco had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They knew everything about each other, even their deepest darkest secrets and were comfortable around each other with anything- from sex to their wildest dreams.

Draco had stayed back with his father when Blaise went home.

"Draco, listen, son, I know your experimenting or something, but I forbid you from ruining our family name. Promise me th-"

"Father, I have told you before many times. I am gay. I will always be gay. I do not care about the family name since you've mixed it with dirty money and lies. I'm going to do what I want and if that means going to a gay strip club, that is exactly what I'll do." Draco stared into his father's eyes, challenging him.

"Draco…"

"No, Father, this is my life and you have no right to dictate what happens in it. Goodbye Father." Draco made for the door but Lucius stopped him once more.

"Draco, if you walk through that door without apologizing, you are nothing to me. You will be disowned and I will never speak to you again. Do not make this choice lightly."

"Oh, fuck off." Draco took another step.

"I'm warning you, Draco…"

"And I don't give a damn."

"You will never be a Malfoy again."

"Good." Draco slammed the door behind him and ran out of the building. He jumped in the car and drove as quickly as possible back to his house. He found Blaise taking off his pants in his room and sat on the bed. "Blaise, he disowned me." Blaise paused in what he was doing then chucked off the pants and went to sit next to Draco with only his boxers on.

"Are you alright, though? You always said you'd rather never have been part of that family."

"Yeah, but Blaise, I never thought he'd actually disown me." Draco turned himself do that his head was against Blaise's chest and Blaise held him there with strong, warm arms that made Draco feel a lot better. "Blaise, can we…?" Draco mumbled into his chest.

"Are you sure, Draco?"

"Yeah, please, I need to forget." Blaise did not answer and instead pulled Draco up to him and they kissed passionately.

"Remember, this is for you, Draco, otherwise I wouldn't do it…"

"I know, Blaise, thank you." The man nodded and dragged both of them onto the bed completely and started to rid Draco of his clothes.

Hours later, the two best friends lay cuddled together. Draco was asleep but Blaise was wide-awake. He was thinking about everything they had ever done and decided it was time for Draco to get an actual boyfriend. Having sex with him was great, but there was no extra spark or anything- it as just sex and Draco need more than that. He needed a lover, someone who could take care of him in a way Blaise could not. Blaise sighed and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Draco." He whispered before falling asleep.

Author's Note: I thought it might be nice to write a Drarry chapter story instead of one-shots, though I'm still doing those. I liked writing the AS/S chapter story, so i thought I'd try it out. Ok, so i know Draco isn't exactly canon, but i thought it would be nice to write a different kind of Draco than i usually do. Just so you know, I am going to camp for seven weeks, so I won't update this until after that, but reviews are always awesome and I greatly appreciate them. I don't know how long this is going to be in the end, but I promise I'll stick with it until it's completed.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter :D