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Dreaming of You

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Harry tossed fitfully in his closet, trying to ignore the pain of his bruised and beaten body enough to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt a wash of light over him and he saw a face in the light watching him. It had white-blonde hair and kind silver eyes.

Harry sat bolt upright when he realized who it was. Why was Draco featuring in his dreams? Pain shot through his battered body and he sucked in a breath and tried to lie down again. It was only a few more weeks until he could go back to Hogwarts. He could make it. He had to make it. Sighing, he finally fell asleep.

-

Draco knew he had to do something. After coming into his creature inheritance, he had discovered that his mate was Harry Potter, and had also glimpsed his pain for a moment. His Veela instincts were screaming for him to go to Harry immediately and take him somewhere safe.

Groaning, he sat up and got out of bed. It was time to talk to his parents.

-

Harry was woken harshly by the sound of Dudley stomping down the stairs above him. He gasped. He was supposed to have made breakfast already. Scrambling out of bed, he winced as pain filled his body and fumbling for his glasses, rushed into the kitchen.

Uncle Vernon gave him a furious look. “You should have been in here twenty minutes ago, boy! You need to learn how to be a good boy and not a freak. Come here!”

Trembling, Harry bent over in front of Vernon, who took a belt and whipped him viciously about 20 times.

“Now, make us breakfast!”

-

Draco swallowed nervously as he and his parents apparated in front of where Harry was apparently living.

“Ready?” His father asked.

“Yeah.”

The three walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. There came a shout from inside, something that sounded like, “Boy...answer...now...beat...you!”

Draco’s eyes widened in horror. How could Harry be forced to live with these people?!

The door swung open and Harry stood there, in clothes swallowing his fragile frame and something that looked suspiciously like blood dripping down his side.

“Draco? What are you doing here!?” Harry cried, jerking backwards in shock.

Draco’s Veela was fighting to take over at the sight of his injured submissive mate, but he forced it down and instead said, “Hey, Harry. Mind if we come in?”

-

Harry stared in shock at Draco standing on his doorstep. His mind flashed back to his strange dream last night for a moment, but he shook his head and took a step back.

“Uh- yeah, sure.”

The Malfoys filed in, with Draco’s mother looked at him worriedly.

He led them into the dining room, where the Dursleys were finishing their breakfast.

Uncle Vernon jumped up in surprise and anger.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house!?” He demanded.

“Calm yourself, sir. We just came to see Harry.” Draco’s father said, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Harry?” Vernon was livid. “You must be some of the freaks I’m always trying to keep him away from. Get out!”

-

Draco couldn’t restrain himself any longer. “I’m not leaving without Harry!” he growled, his Veela threatening to take over.

He saw a hopeful look start to appear on Harry’s face and knew he had to rescue him from this place if it was the last thing he did.

“Harry, get your stuff, dear. You can come with us.” His mother said gently.

Harry rushed out of the room and Draco backed up towards the door in case he needed to help him with anything.

To his surprise, Harry just opened what he assumed was a broom closet under the stairs and disappeared inside. He reappeared a moment later pulling his trunk and Hedwig’s empty cage.

“Where’s Hedwig?” Draco asked Harry.

“Outside hunting for food. It was the only way to protect her.” Harry said quietly, coming to stand by the front door.

Draco couldn’t resist his instincts anymore and protectively pulled Harry against him, making soft noises to comfort him.

-

Harry whipped his head towards the kitchen as raised voices could be heard. Lord and Lady Malfoy came storming out and opened the front door.

“Come along, Harry. I’m sure you can’t wait to get out of this miserable place.” Lord Malfoy said, kicking over a ugly flower pot on the way out.

Harry tried to follow but felt himself sway dizzily, his vision blacking out. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Draco’s worried face.