kThank you all for choosing to read my story. I have seen a few Harry is actually a Malfoy there weren't very many so I thought I would take a stab at it. If you don't like it well tough. Don't read it.

Warnings!: Obviously a major AU here. Grey/Dark!Harry Good!Malfoys in private Good!Dark maybe… Might be a Dramione later. Dumbles bashing maybe some Weasley bashing. Ron's most likely going to be a git. Fred and George will still be awesome. Not to sure who Harry would be paired with. Age changes. Probably more fluff than smut but am not against tossing a few scenes in there if someone asks and others agree. Think that covers about everything. Child Abuse.

I don't own Harry Potter. If I did… hehe

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Taken To Far

The sun was just beginning to shine over Privet Drive but a small boy still lay awake, curled on a small mattress pushed in the corner of the cupboard under that stairs and clutching a thread bare blanket in his small hands. Harry Potter had known his return to number four Privet Drive would not be pleasant. As soon as he stepped off of the train, Harry felt the dread rush through him as he looked at the barrier, knowing that on the other side his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin were waiting. He gathered his belongings and with a quick goodbye to his friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, rushed through the barrier so he didn't upset his relatives. But it hadn't been enough Uncle Vernon's beady eyes were already narrow and his face was red, turning purple, in anger.

Any thought of possibly scaring the Dursleys into just leaving him alone left as he looked into his uncle's blue eyes. Harry knew right then he was in for it. On the way home Dudley, his over weight cousin who looked to have gained another bit of weight, had accused Harry of threatening him with magic. Uncle Vernon had braked sharply and turned in his seat to yell that Harry was not to speak of his freakishness again and that he wouldn't be receiving food until deemed otherwise. Not that the Dursleys had ever actually fed him proper food. The leftovers of the more plain meals they had didn't count as a meal as usually there was only a small bit left. This was why Harry had hoarded a bit of food from the last few meals, tucking it away to save for the long summer with his relatives.

Harry had also been tossed back into his cupboard rather than Dudley's second bedroom and his trunk, books, broomstick, and wand were all locked in the basement. He had managed to sneak the bag of food and a few other belongings with him. He was glad he had Hedwig stay at Hogwarts knowing she would be safe there.

He curled further into himself with a sigh. It was hard for him to fall asleep and stay asleep in the cupboard. He blamed it on going from his nice bed in Gryffindor to the mattress in the cupboard and it certainly didn't help that the springs often stuck him in the back due to holes.

Harry wondered idly what his friends were spending their time doing over the summer holidays. Hermione was most likely reading as many books as she could on any subject she found interesting which was anything and everything. She probably already had all of her summer homework done. He would work on his but without his books it would be terribly hard, not to mention his lack of a quill and ink. Ron was probably just relaxing. Enjoying his time and setting off his summer homework off until the last minute. Maybe he was avoiding pranks pulled by his twin brothers Fred and George, though they gave him permission to call him Gred and Forge, names only they and their friend Lee Jordan used.

Harry smiled slightly at the thought. It was nearing the middle of July, the 13th, and Harry was counting down the days to September 1st. The day he would be going back to school. Back home to Hogwarts. He hoped this year was less eventful so he could actually focus 100% on what he was learning. He didn't want to have to worry about anything but his studies this year. However there were a few things he wasn't looking forward to. Mainly Potions. Harry wasn't very skilled in practical potions making because no one had ever explained the difference between so few of the preparation styles like slicing and chopping or peeling and shaving and the book hadn't been helpful either. It especially didn't help that Professor Snape despised him.

Second was Draco Malfoy the blond Slytherin Prince who Harry was sure lived just to taunt and annoy him. Not that Harry took it without retaliation.

Harry groaned when he heard his Uncle's alarm sound from upstairs. It was silenced and after a few moments Harry heard him coming down the stairs.

"Get up boy!" Uncles Vernon hissed through the vent. "Breakfast won't make itself."

Harry almost laughed. Breakfast could actually make itself if he was allowed to use magic and knew the proper spell, but he kept the humor to himself. He uncurled himself and pushed himself up. The light in his cupboard had long since burn out leaving Harry to grope for his glasses in the dark. With them in his grasp, he gingerly placed them on his nose trying not to aggravate the black spectacular black eye Dudley had given him after a round of Harry Hunting a few days ago.

Pulling the neck of his few times to large shirt back onto his shoulder, Harry pushed himself out into the bright hallway. Squinting and blinking to adjust his eyes, he walked into the kitchen, tripping over one of Dudley's thirty-nine birthday presents along the way. He looked into the parlor where Uncle Vernon was sitting in the armchair across from the television watching the morning news.

"What would you like me to make for breakfast sir?" Harry asked from the kitchen.

"Bacon, make sure ` 900it's nice and crispy. Scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. Make sure not to burn anything boy, or you will regret it."

"Yes uncle Vernon."

Harry quickly busied himself with making breakfast so he didn't have to deal with his uncle's anger. Moments later Aunt Petunia, followed by Dudley, came into the dinning room. Petunia looked at him from down her nose before sniffing and turning on her heal and walking into the parlor to join Vernon. Dudley sneered at him but didn't move to join his parents. Harry eyes him warily but looked away back toward the cooking eggs and bacon. Unfortunately for him, Dudley decided to smack him with his smelting stick when he lifted the pan to a plate to set on the table. The hot pan fell from his grasp and fell to the floor spilling the eggs onto the kitchen floor.

"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared as he stormed into the kitchen. Dudley smirked briefly at him before he ran over to Petunia blubbering about Harry attacking him and speaking freaky nonsense. Harry practically trembled as Uncle Vernon towered over him, purple with rage.

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FREAK!" He thundered, spit flying from his lips. "NOT ONLY HAVE YOU WASTED OUR GOOD FOOD YOU HAVE THREATENED DUDLEY WITH YOUR FREAKISHNESS. IT IS UNFORGIVABLE!"

Harry hadn't even realized his uncle had picked up the pan until it was slammed into the side of his face. Harry cried out as the hit knocked him to the ground. It had still been hot and the skin it connected with burned and throbbed painfully. Uncle Vernon hoisted Harry back up to his feet by his hair and pulled him out into the hallway. Harry was slammed into the wall before a meaty fist connected with his stomach doubling him over. He was slammed back onto the ground, burned cheek pushing into the carpet, as his uncle's foot connected his various part of him. Harry looked up blearily at his uncle when it stopped. Uncle Vernon towered over him and before his eyes pulled put Harry's wand. He hadn't realized Uncle Vernon had told someone to go down and get it. Harry's eyes widened and he wanted to beg him not to do it as his uncle held it between his two meaty fists.

Uncle Vernon snapped the wand in two, dropping it in front of him.

"That should teach you boy." He hissed. "This family will put up with your nonsense no longer!"

Uncle Vernon turned and left Harry lying in the hallway with his broken wand. He reached out and with shaking hands collected the pieces of his wand before crawling into his cupboard. He curled himself into the corner on his bed and finally found sleep as restless as it was.

The Dursley's and Harry didn't know that their new neighbor, Mr. Hubertson, of number three Privet Drive had been sitting out in his yard for his morning coffee when he heard a commotion from number four. The yelling had startled him and he would be surprised if it didn't wake a few of the other houses. Mr. Hubertson was appalled at some of the things being said or rather screamed.

He had noticed a very small boy working out in the garden in baggy, dark, and long cloths the other day and had offered a glass of lemonade. A look of fear crossed his face and the back door of number four slammed open revealing a large whale of a man. Before this man, Mr. Dursley, could do whatever it was he was going to do, he spotted Mr. Hubertson.

"Hello there sir." He said with a smile. "I'm so sorry about my nephew. He wasn't bothering you was he?"

Mr. Hubertson had just told him about the offered lemonade to such a hard worker and Uncle Vernon couldn't say the boy didn't deserve it in from of him and they watched as Harry gulped it down offering a soft thank you before getting back to work.

Quickly, Mr. Hubertson made his way to his fireplace. From a pot next to the fire, he grabbed a pinch of fine powder. After tossing it into the fire, causing the color to shift to blazing green, he stuck his head in and called out, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."