Beautifully Broken

Draco's POV

I bend my knees as my feet find their way to the oddly textured ground, still disoriented from the uncomfortable apparition.

Righting myself once again, I take look around, I'm in a muggle neighborhood with a freshly paved street, full on each side with cute little cookie-cutter houses. The sun is just starting to go down, being replaced by the moon. A sign is conveniently placed in front of me it says Privet Drive. Cute.

I'm here, in this muggle neighborhood, because I feel there's something's wrong. And I know he's here... I can feel it. He is in danger. He is my mate, who I came to pick up. Kingsley said he had to go back to his relatives home for the summer months. He says death eaters are still out here, and they would be out for him.

I offered to stay with him but my mate said I should spend time with my family before we go back to school for our 6th year. He said not to worry about him. But I have every reason to worry. Throughout the whole summer, I have felt the anxiety, depression and self hatred he was feeling through our bond. I hated it. He should never feel like this. Ever. The sheer distance almost made me go on a damn killing spree, let alone the extra emotions.

I felt an urge to move again. Magic filling me and showing me where I have to go. I fallowed the direction of the pull to a kind looking house. I hear a dull thud from the inside, suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

"Oh merlin, what mess did you get your self into this time...?" I say and lightly knock on the front door. I continue to wait impatient and silent for a few moments tapping my foot frantically and I knock again to answer. I waited a little longer before a I felt a terrifying feeling being coursed through my veins, my mates feelings. I knew something was horribly wrong and I took my wand out from my robe pocket I hear someone cry from inside. I panic immediately as I recognize the voice as my mate's.

"Alohomora"  the door swung open silently. I gingerly step into the house. It's too clean. It almost feels sterile like the hospital wing.

"No! Please stop!" Bloody hell, what's happening to him. I take quick strides towards the voice, the voice of my mate, I find a quaint kitchen with a few dishes stacked in the sink, and a plate shattered on the floor, blood smeared across the floor and cabinets.

I feel my own blood begin to boil with rage as I turn another corner and see an obese man standing over a small, thin boy. A very thin boy, I could count all his ribs if I wanted to. I watch in horror as he repeatedly kicked the boy on the floor. Him curling into a ball and crying.

"Please stop..." Harry cries out in pain as the fat man, I know to be his uncle Vernon, beats the small boys scared back. Using both hands to bring the metal rod from the fire place with the end glowing a smoldering red-orange, down, leaving broken ribs, and melted skin in its wake

"You think anyone actually cares about you! You worthless, stupid, piece of shit? Huh? No body cares about you faggot! Your little boyfriend doesn't care. Nobody cares!" Vernon cackles as he mutilates my Harry's fragile body.

I see red, everything is red, why didn't he tell me. Why didn't I notice... I'm a horrible mate. But now he needs me. More than ever.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING WITH MY MATE!" I snarl and growl at the scene in front of me. White hot furry taking control of my body, I rip my silvery black wings out of my back, tearing the fabric of my shirt as my wings extend into a dominant and frightening position. My shirt dropping to the floor in the process.

The fat man looks up, his purple face turning white as shock and fright take over his hideous features. I lunge at the whale of a man and put my hands on his throat growling. His giant body hits the wall behind him as I continue choking him, his face turning back to its original red-ish purple. He looked at me terrified, coughing and attempting to take studdering breaths.