Rewritten
Harry was so scared. He was going back to the Dursleys. They treat him worse than a house elf, especially Vernon. He was the worst. Aunt Petunia just abuses him verbally. Dudley doesn't bother Harry anymore. He moved out the same day as Harry.
Uncle Vernon was another story. He would "punish" him for every little thing. Imagine how happy Harry was when he was able to move out.
The train stopped and Harry didn't want to get out. He wanted to stay here in the wizarding world forever.
His Gryffindor bravery kicked in and he grabbed his trunk. He got out of the train and started walking to the wall that separates the muggle world and the wizarding world.
Hagrid told Harry that the barrier was going to be opened just this once. Harry stepped through the wall.
On the other side of the wall he was Uncle Vernon checking his watch while eating a chocolate bar. He seemed to be fatter that usual. His face was very round and he had barely any neck.
"No one is here with you, right?", Uncle Vernon asked.
"No sir." Uncle Vernon was approaching Harry slowly.
"Good, so I don't have to drive you home. Have fun walking, freak!" Uncle Vernon pushed Harry hard and started walking to his car. Nobody even tried to help Harry. He just laid there, helpless.
The impact of the push made Harry go backwards and hit against the wall. The barrier had closed, so it made Harry hit the back of his head.
Harry ran a hand through his head to see if he had gotten hurt really bad. He felt a small bump and groaned, he will fix that later.
He got up and started his way to his relatives house. After an hour of walking, he finally reached Privet Drive. He didn't even bother to knock, he just went inside and headed to his "room".
He had just finished unpacking when he heard an annoying voice.
"Start doing your chores! This house isn't going to clean itself.", Aunt Petunia's voice came from outside of his bedroom.
Time skip brought to you by Draco's wink.
(I have seen this in so many fanfics, so i wanted to do it 2)Harry had finished his chores. He had just gotten a few slaps and punches. He changed his clothes and went to sleep.
Harry appeared in a dark room. He could barely see. Then he heard a scream from behind him.
He saw Bellatrix torturing Hermione. He started running to help her. He tried to punch Bellatrix, but his hands passed through her. It was like he was a ghost.
Then he heard someone crying in pain. He turned his head in the direction of the sound. He saw Ron fighting Umbridge and Greyback.
Then something unexpected happened.
Someone tall, pale and handsome appeared. He had grey wings.
The man started fighting everyone. In less than 10 seconds, all the Death Eaters were dead. The man's back was facing Harry. Then, the man turned around.
IT WAS DRACO FUCKING MALFOY!
Harry woke up from the nightmare, well kind of. Why was he dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Well, they are mates, but why? It's not like I find him attractive. Not at all.
'Well, he is kind of hot. He changed a lot since the last time I saw him. But he was also hot back then. Wait, why am I thinking about him!"
He got out of his bed and changed. He went downstairs to make some breakfast for Uncle Vernon and Aunt petunia.
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He's a what!?!? - Drarry (Discontinued)
FanfictionDraco is a veela! Draco will need to find his mate or he dies. Who will his mate be? This story will contain: abuse, anxiety, depression, mentions of suicide, etc. Cover credits: Alek Dar.