Ugly Truth

Chapter 9

Harry's POV

I made my way through the corridors, towards Gryffindor common room, and burst in with   a "Wazzup muh doods!" And was instantly bombarded with questions. "HARRY!" Hermione all but yelled, running over and hugging me so tight I could hardly breath. "Hey 'Mione." I chuckled, patting her back, "Bloody hell mate! Where've you been?" Ron questioned, he seemed to appear out of nowhere! "With someone--" I started, being cut off by an older Gryffindor, "Sleepin' with Malfoy I bet!" He growled, "Fuckin' traitor!" He yelled, his face turning a horrible purple colour, making me tremble and step back, terrified, he looked so much like Uncle Vernon in that moment of time.

"Oh piss off you bloody arse!" Ron growled, pulling me and Hermione out the common room into the halls, Dean, Seamus and Neville following. "Harry. Explain. Now." Ron said, his arm protectively wrapped around my shoulders, and all six of us made our way to an empty hall. We slid down against the wall and I got to explaining.

"The Dursleys abused me." I started, and there was a short pause of complete silence, I noticed Seamus curled into Dean's side, which made me smile, I'm glad they were happy. "Mentally, physically and emotionally. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for ten years." I whispered, and Hermione rubbed my arm to comfort me. "I cooked, cleaned, gardened, everything, and I was lucky if I got the scraps of one meal a fortnight. That also continued during the holidays." I took a large gasp of air

"Oh, and my whale of a cousin's favourite game was called 'Harry hunting.' Its basically where he and his friends would chase me around the park when I was kicked out the house, because freaks don't get to stay inside on freezing cold days, and when they caught me, which they always did, because if I didn't let them my uncle would just beat me back at home, they beat me up until I was seeing black dots in the sky, and just leave me to get back home." I was violently shaking by this point, and all that clouded my mind was, I need Draco, like, now. And that was that, my friends were hugging me, telling me that I didn't have to explain further, but I did.

"I-if my uncles eggs weren't fluffy enough he'd hold my arms over the gas stove until it was red raw, all the while I'd be screaming, o-or he'd heat up the spatula and s-spank me with it, b-bare." I was overwhelmed and embarrassed, but they showed sympathy. "That's what mainly happened, spanking, I'd always be bare, and it would usually be with a thick leather belt doubled over, a wooden spoon or spatula, he had two of those, one for food and the other for hitting.." And I trailed off, my heart was beating fast, the edge of my vision was whitening, and one name was repeating in my mind, Draco.

"I-I'll be back in a minute.." I whispered, and with that I was running down the hall people calling after me, but before I knew it I was in the dungeons. And to my luck Blaise came running down after me. "Harry!" And I turned to look at him, "Can you get Draco?" I whispered, my voice wavering, "Sure." He responded, walking in. I knew the password, I just didn't think it would be wise to enter without a Slytherin friend.

Not 3 minutes later the two boys came out, Draco looking distraught, with Pansy following. "What happened?" He asked me urgently, and I gulped. "I was explaining to my friends about the Dursleys and stuff and kinda had a panic attack and I just kinda ran here. And then Blaise came and yeah..." He hugged me to his chest, fingers stroking my hair, "Want me to go back and help you explain?" He murmured in my ear, and I nodded into his chest, "Don't be mean to them though.." I whispered once again. "I won't, I promise Scarface." He chuckled, "I'll only reply to them if they attack me first." And then Pansy chimed in, "We'll come too, and be civilised, if you don't mind?" And I nodded, I knew Blaise and I may as well befriend Pansy.

And without further ado, we were back with my friends. "Be nice." I whispered to them, sitting beside Draco.

"You don't have to finish explaining if you don't want to, Harry." Hermione said, pushing her frizzy hair behind her ear. "N-no.. I'm okay now." I whispered, and they all turned towards me, Seamus' voice cut through the silence "How can there be more? Its torture Harry." He was shaking his head, "I only explained the physical side of it.. There's more."

"They would call me freak, I thought it was my name until I started school, but they pulled me out after a year.. They didn't want the police involved, because of the way I was treated." I went back for the last year again, I was reasonably smart because I had to do my cousins homework for him. And other things." They all looked at me with sorrow and anger in their eyes, I unconsciously leaned into Draco, and he wrapped his arm around me protectively.

"I got told it was a privilege that I got my cousins second bedroom after first year, and that they let me stay with them, because they could just toss me into an orphanage." The Slytherins, Neville and Ron all had slightly confused looks adoring their face, so Hermione was quick to explaining. "An orphanage is a place where children go if they don't have any family, their family don't want them or their family abuse them, or sometimes the family hand their children in to an orphanage if they don't have a lot of money, so its for the best." They nodded at that and I got back to my story.

"They hated me, emotionally it was 'We hate you, you good for nothing freak!' Or 'What is this, boy, you haven't scrubbed hard enough!' And it would go on, 'Your father was a drunk.' And that's why I was so touchy when Snape would say things about him.. I know he was a fucking asshole, but he was still dad. And in many ways I'm more like my mother anyways..." Draco sighed and pulled me closer, "At first I didn't mind them saying things about my father, because something told me he was partially right, but when they said something about my mother I got so angry... I smashed all the windows in the kitchen when I was seven." They all gasped, "I got the worst punishment ever. But I didn't care, they said bad things about my mother..."

Third person POV

Harry had just finished explaining, and they were all gobsmacked, they wanted to kill the blasted muggles, and they were all holding back their anger, but most of all, the snarky potions professor who's heart ached for the young boy, he had been hiding in the shadows from the start, and he hated how rude he had been to the boy.

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Ba da da bummmm! Finished! Idk I love Snape I had to bring him into the picture. Also shall I pair Hermione up with Pansy? I love Pansmione but if you want Romione then that will go. Also Blaise is gay so who do you want him to get with? Tell meeeeee (Luna will be in the next Chapter)