Happiness

Part 1

⚠️Warning⚠️

Mentions of abuse

Depressing thoughts/actions

Angst

Harry POV

"FREAK!"

"USELESS"

"FAGGOT"

Other than the crunching of my bones and the occasional grunt, that was all I could hear. 

"Go to your room!!" 

I scrambled away to my so-called room. It wasn't one. Not really. Unless you would say that a cupboard counts as a room. But I was glad to get away from him. At least now, I could read up on some potions books...

Yes, I, Harry Potter, read and enjoy learning potions. And runes. And dark arts. But no one knows that, and no one is supposed to because I  am not supposed to be learning subjects. You know, being the Chosen One and stuff. 

~ Time Skip ~

I am walking through platform 9 ¾ in King's Cross, dragging my bulky suitcase behind me. There is blood all over my face from a wound that had re-opened, and my magic can't seem to heal it. Bruises covered my already-scarred face, and cuts were scattered literally everywhere! But nobody could see it since I was wearing glamours. 

My so-called friends, Ron and Hermione probably told Dumbledore that I did not write to them over the course of the summer. Which means I will have to endure another hour of the Cruciatus Curse. 

"Draco, don't forget to write to us!" I heard, turning around, I saw it was Draco Malfoy and his mother and father.

"I will! Don't worry Mother!" the younger Malfoy replied, before running up to his parents and engulfing them both in a tight hug.

"Go on dear, or you're going to be late for the train!" Lady Malfoy said. The young Malfoy gave her a smile, a genuine, happy smile. Oh, how I wish I could smile like that. A smile out of pure happiness and contentment. And how I wish to have a family who cared for me and wrote to me and comforted me when I was sad. I could have had all this if it weren't for that unfortunate night when my parents got killed by Voldemort. Though I don't blame him–he was just doing what he could to survive. It was war after all. 

But Dumbledore. He definitely could have done something. He could have sent me to a better family. He could have gotten me away from those horrendous muggles after hearing about them. He could have given me the freedom to be whoever I wanted to be instead of threatening me to be his perfect Gryffindor Golden Boy. Just thinking that I could have been happy once in my life brought tears into my eyes, blurring my vision.

"And what are you looking at Mr. Potter?" I hear, blinking back my tears, I turn towards the noise I see Mr. Malfoy looking down at me, and his son glaring at me. Mrs. Malfoy was only smiling at me and her eyes were filled with kindness and gratefulness because of something I did to help her last year. 

"Well Potter? Cat got your tongue?" Malfoy spat angrily. It sort of reminds of Vernon Dursley, which scares me– just a little bit.

"No, sorry for bothering you Mr. Malfoy... I just wish someone loved me..." I replied, obviously making sure the last part was whispered, because since I'm the Saviour of the Wizarding World, I can't let a little thing like that get to me. I cannot have any weaknesses or any could use them against me.  

Since I didn't want to face them anymore, I bowed and apologized once more and ran off into the train to find myself a compartment.

Draco POV

When that Potter-Brat turned around, his eyes were red, almost as if he had been crying. Why would he be crying though?  He has a perfect little life paved out for him – no reason to cry at all. 

I turned back to my parents, smiled to them and carried my suitcase into the train. I knew I was going to meet my father when we got to Hogwarts because of my inheritance. I was a dominant veela afterall, and my inner creature was craving for my submissive. So, my father and Severus were going to stay with me to look after me. We even managed to persuade Dumbledore to give us a private section of the castle instead of a dorm. My mate could move into it when I found out who it was.

"Draco darling! Over here!" 

And I immediately knew it was Pansy. She was one of my best friends, the other being Blaise obviously. She was like my elder sister, being there for me all the time, while Blaise was like and elder brother. My parents are great friends with hers and Blaise's. And we grew up together so it is only natural that we would be close.

In the compartment, I see both my BFs sitting, facing each other.

Sitting next to Pansy, I say, "hey guys!"

"Hello Draco" Blaise replies.

"Hey bish! How was your summer?" Pansy says.

"Fine" I answer. 

And then we start talking about our summers. Blaise says he went to Italy to visit his mother and they spent the entire time drinking coconut water and sleeping under the sun. Pansy said that she and her parents went to France and ate strawberry macarons every day.

 I myself had a rather relaxing holiday. Me and my mother had personally arranged our favorite books in our huge library. It took around four weeks to do that since the library was so big, but when we were finished, it was totally worth it. My father had also spent time with me in Diagon Alley. We had bought so many new things this time! Personally though, my favorite part of summer had been meeting up with the Dark Lord. It may sound strange, but the Dark Lord was a nice man. Despite the rumours about him being an evil snake lord who kills muggles and is trying to murder Harry Potter, he was none of that. In fact, the Dark Lord was a person who fought for animal rights, and the wizarding culture. But him trying to kill Potter...that part is probably true...

Anyways, Pansy, Blaise, and I were in the middle of a bet, when the doors to our train compartment blasted open. 

And there stood Harry Potter. 

(1061 words)