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The Truth Revealed 04/?? [Draco/Harry, NC-17]
Title: The Truth Revealed
Author: Megan B. Black
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Other Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Blaise/Neville, Greg/Vince, Terry/Ernie, Zacharias/Michael, Fred/George, Bill/Sahara(OFC), Charlie/Fleur, Pansy/Ginny, Remus/Severus, Lucius/Narcissa/Sirius, Rodriguez (Montague)/Theodore, Padma/Parvati, past Severus/Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Alternative universe, out-of-character characters, incest, slash, femmeslash, het, threesomes, original characters, rape and child abuse, violence, language, hurt/comfort, minor character death, mpreg (male pregnancy), fempreg (female pregnancy)
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Summary: Harry goes through some changes over the summer of his 6th year and his new pets – and a few others – reveal some very interesting things.
Word Count: 1,742 words
Author’s Note: Yes, you read that right. There will be character out-of-character, though I will always be willing to listen to constructive criticism. In fact, I want the constructive criticism.

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Harry collapsed somewhere against the wall of a corridor, completely at a loss as to where he was or where he had been going; his stomach growled, reminding him of the fact that he had fled the Great Hall before he had had the chance to get something in his starved body. Tears ran down his cheeks as he picked up his wand and pointed it at himself, muttering the counter spell to his cloaking spell which had hidden his bruises and cuts – the spell was hard enough to sustain for so long even if the caster was hale and whole, let alone someone as small and malnourished as he. His body shook with his sobs as he curled up against the wall, bringing his knees up to his chest in a fetal position. Why had Draco been so—so mean? Harry was in his House now so Draco should have been proud of him, shouldn’t he? Shouldn't he?

Why in the Merlin’s name would he ever want to be in the same House as such a low creature like you? Harry buried his head deeper into the crease where his knees met.

He heard his name being called by two cautious voices, the owners of which were only a few yards away from him, and then he realized that they couldn’t see him because he was hidden by the darkness. Always in the darkness, a sad voice muttered in his head. “I’m over here,” he said, his voice cracking and his throat sore.

Two warm arms enveloped him, and he winced as he found himself held against the breast of his little “sister”. Harry breathed in the two scents, taking comfort in the smell of strawberries and—was that the smell of pansies? Harry glanced up, offering a small smile to the person he considered family. “Why does he have to be like that? I-I just wish that he would be nice to me… I know that he doesn’t love me, but the least he could do is be my friend. He’s my mate, you know,” he said as he glanced at Pansy, not very surprised at the fact that it was her. She didn’t look very surprised either. Guess she did know, Harry thought as he closed his eyes and rest his head against Ginny's breast. Ginny’s fingers threaded themselves through his hair and her eyes filled with tears for her “brother”.

“I knew that he didn’t love me, I could live with that…” Harry drew in a shaky breath and more tears spilled down his cheeks. “But the realization that he would love for me to be hurt, even when he’s accepted my offer… it hurts… My veela cries out for him, wanting him to make it better… The other part – the vampyre, I’m guessing – is asking why he would want anyone like me.” Harry’s breathing hitched and he went into another fit of sobs, his nails digging into the skin of his palm.

“Oh, Harry… A lot of people would want you, and—oh!” Ginny’s voice was filled with concern as she uttered the last exclamation. “H-Harry, where did you get all of these?” she whispered as she ran her finger over one of his bruises. Harry flinched, biting into his lower lip.

“I might as well tell you… my uncle and cousin have been doing—" Harry paused, rethinking what he was about to say. "They beat me,” he spat dejectedly. “You should see me without my shirt on… It gets much worse,” Harry chuckled bitterly.

Ginny’s hand went to her mouth and tears well up as she made a small noise in the back of her throat. Pansy’s hand covered Ginny’s and she offered a reassuring smile to the distressed girl. “Harry… did—did they rape you?” Pansy’s voice was gentle despite her barely-restrained anger.

Harry nodded against Ginny’s chest and she cried out as if she’d been struck, clutching Harry tightly against her; then, when Harry made a hissing noise, she loosened her hold on him. “Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry—so, so sorry.” Ginny dropped a small kiss onto the small boy’s forehead. “You’re never going back there, Harry, never again,” she whispered vehemently.

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Draco stood from where he had been kneeling near in the shadows, feeling slightly light-headed from the information that he had just received. Part of Draco was cheering, though it was a very small part, at the fact that Harry had been hurt; the other part of him made his stomach turn at the thought that he had been raped and abused by his own family—and another part of him, one that Draco didn’t think he would have until his Inheritance, made him want to walk right up to Harry, push the other two away from him and protect him from the rest of the world. His eyes widened at the thought of Harry being his mate; could he live with the fact that the pale, raven-haired and scarred boy was his chosen?

Yes, and you know it, came the answer from deep-down in Draco’s soul. Draco bit his lip, remembering the pain that his mate had endured over the summer. He had wanted to do the same for the unknown person in his arms as he wanted to do to Harry. Guess I’ll have to live with it, Draco thought as he looked at Harry, who was leaning against the little red-head, taking deep and even breaths. Is he asleep? Draco asked himself, his eyebrow rose as he continued to watch. What was the red-headed girl's name? He racked his brain to remember her and nodded. Ginny Weasley.

Draco watched as Ginny smiled gently, mouthing, ‘He’s asleep’, to Pansy. Draco rolled his eyes and walked out of the shadows, taking out his wand and muttering, “Lumos”. The other two looked up in surprise at the sudden lighting.

“Draco!” Pansy smiled at him and he returned the smile weakly as he walked up to them.

Draco tilted his head. “Do you need any help with him?” He inclined his head toward Harry before looking back up at her; she nodded and winked at Ginny.

Draco’s lips curled in a smirk as he walked up to them. He bent down and touched Harry’s shoulder before he slipped his arms around the sleeping boy. He slipped one of his hands under Harry’s knees and settled Harry’s head onto his shoulder. “There we go, Harry,” he muttered as Harry’s arms wound around his waist in his sleep. “Good boy,” he whispered as Harry’s head nuzzled into his shoulder, knowing that the younger boy didn’t have any idea what he was doing. Draco smiled to himself, not noticing the fact that Ginny and Pansy were exchanging knowing glances with each other and slapping their hands together behind his back.

“Come on, let’s get him to the Infirmary,” Draco said to the girls behind him, grinning as they jumped, startled. Draco arched an eyebrow at them before he began to walk to the Hospital Wing. Draco felt a part of him settle down; content to have his mate in his arms, though he was still slightly angered by the fact that something had harmed what was his.

“Madame Pomfrey?” Draco called out as soon as they reached the Hospital Wing. The school medi-witch came bustling out of her office, took one glance at Harry and gasped.

“Mr. Malfoy, what on Earth happened!?” The medi-witch waved her arms. “Well…? Get him on the bed!” She hurried over to her storage closet and picked out several healing potions.

Draco glanced at Ginny and Pansy before he answered, “Let’s just say that he will never be allowed to go home with those wretched Muggles again… Pansy, will you be a dear and please get the Headmaster, my father, Severus, Sirius Black and Lupin? Thank you.”

Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips as she fussed over the boy in the Hospital bed. “We all told Albus that those Muggles were no good, but he said that it was for the boy’s protection! He would have been in better hands with Voldemort!”

Pansy’s lips twisted in a sneer that made Draco proud. “I wonder what the Weasel and the Mudblood would think of this,” she spat as she motioned her hand toward Harry, who was lying in the bed, broken and bruised. As Draco eyed the boy in the bed, his heart shattered into a million pieces at the same time that he felt a powerful surge of rage towards to the people who did this – those Muggles were going to pay and they would regret what they did to his mate for the rest of their lives.