The Boy Who Got Sorted Into Slytherin (Drarry)

Silent Night

T.W⚠️Rape warning ⚠️

Harry POV
Hello? Who's there?
I'm scared?
Vernon?

Harry. I won't make it hurt.

Make what hurt?

You better shut up and take off your clothes before I have to beat them off you.

Why? I don't want to take them off.

You're awfully chatty for a four year old. That's how I would prefer it.

Vernon? VERNO- STOP!
STOP IT PLEASE!
IT HURTS!
IT HU-MMMMPH!

-3 hours later-       

Harry?
Are you there?

Mother?
Mother, don't come in.

Harry dear, are you alright?
You sound like you're crying.

I'm *sniff* I'm fine.

Well you don't sound fine.
Please can I come in?

I-
/If a word of this gets out, your arse isn't the only part of your body that's going to hurt/
I'm coming out in a second.
Don't-

Harry?
Harry.
Harry are you there?

"HARRY! Wake up!" Draco screamed.
His screaming was apparently accompanied with mine and he was waking me up.

My forehead was covered with sweat and my head was stuck to it, matted and dripping in sweat.

"Harry, what happened?"

The first thing I thought of was to do anything but tell him. He was my best friend, yes, but I didn't even tell my own mother. If I tell him, I wouldn't make it back to school in Easter.

"I uh... I just had a bad dream, that's all."

Draco gave me a disapproving look.

"You're a pathetic liar, you know that, right?"

And I went straight into panic.

"If you don't want to tell me, fine. But that doesn't mean that I won't get worried. Whenever you want to talk, just tell me. Alright?"

I sighed and thought 'That was close.' And replied with a nod before falling back to my bed and closing my eyes without actually falling asleep.

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"Morning Draco. Ugh. You have purple bags under your eyes."

"You don't look any better. Did you stay awake at night?"

"Couldn't sleep. What of you? Watching over my every move?"

"Would it shock you if I did?"

"Not re-"

"POTTER. MALFOY. FOCUS."

"Sorry Professor Snape."

Morning was a terrible time to deal with Severus Snape. Especially if your father hated him and you had to pay for it.

I was going to get out of my head and focus in class but it was all in vain. My uncle did that almost every night since I was four.

Some days, I wouldn't wake up until afternoon. My mother would get worried because it's not natural. I would barely walk, pass up all my meals, and constantly put my life in danger. Something told me that I'm not going back to the Dursley's this Christmas.