Draco's POV

It was dark. Almost impossible to see anything. It was also extremely cramped and cold.

I don't know where I was, but I knew the potion had worked.

Next thing I knew, there was thumping above me, a powder like substance fell on top of me. My guess is probably sawdust.

"You little freak! Get out of bed!" What? Who was that?

Light fluttered into the room.

Right in front of me was a big, beefy, scary looking man, with no neck and a bright red face.

Next to me, looked like a four year old Potter.

"Oh Vernon dear! Don't beat him up too much yet. We need someone to make breakfast." A high pitched voice was heard in the distance.

The man pulled Harry out by his ear. "You're supposed to be up and making breakfast before the rest of us, you worthless piece of trash!"

I followed in pursuit as the man dragged him out of the tiny space and through another door.

Though, before I entered the same door Harry disappeared behind, I looked at the room where was found in.

A cupboard? Under the stairs? Was this really where he slept?

I heard a loud cry, enough to pierce the ears. I ran through the door and found a kitchen.

My blood ran cold as I saw the scene before me.

Harry was on his knees on the floor.

He was crying, but that is not want scared me.

What scared me is that the big pig looking guy held onto Harry's wrist as his hand sat firmly on the burning stove.

"Hey! Hey! Stop that!" I tried to stop the older man, who I assumed to be his uncle, but my hand went straight through him.

Right. This is a memory. I can't do anything about it.

Everything around me began spinning colors. I was being shown a different memory, farther in Harry's life.

This one also took place in the kitchen, but late at night.

The man from before was nowhere to be seen, but I did see a horse shaped woman hovering over an eight year old Harry.

"You ungrateful brat! I told you I wanted these dishes done by the time I came back!"

"B-But you were only gone for a minute." The poor boy blubbered.

"Don't give me attitude!" The woman grabbed him by the neck and stuck his head under the water that filled the sink. "You wretched child! Look what you're making me do!"

Oh my God. This is absolutely horrible. How can such a young child be treated like this? It's absolutely revolting.

The blood in my veins began to boil as anger towards the Dursley's grew.

The scene changed again. Harry and a fat boy I did not recognize were in a garden, my guess in front of the house they live in.

"Dudley! Please don't!"

"Are you going to do my homework or not?" The boy threatened. He had a bat in one hand and a flower pot in the other.

"Ok! Fine! I'll do your homework!" Harry screeched.

"Good." The boy said before smashing the pot anyways. "Mom! Dad! Look what Harry did!"

Harry looked gob smacked and absolutely terrified.

Just then the fat man and the horse faced woman came out of the house.

The man's face turned even more red than it already was before grabbing Harry harshly and dragging him back into the house.

You could hear Harry screaming bloody murder while the boy rolled around on the grass, laughing to his hearts content.

The scene changed once again.

"You burnt the food!" It was now a nine year old Harry once again in the kitchen. A horrid smell filled the air along with smoke. "You've done it now! You'll never eat again in this house hold, you fat disgusting pig! Go to your room!" Harry ran out of the kitchen instantly.

Then again.

This time it was in a bathroom. It looked like it was when Harry was eleven, after his first year of Hogwarts.

"I told you not to go to that damn school and you went anyway! You're gonna pay dearly for that and I'm gonna make sure that every year you come back will be worse than the last!"

Harry was shoved to the ground by his uncle before turned around.

His shirt was ripped off and his uncle pulled out a blade.

I could already see extreme bruising all over his back.

The man bended down slightly. "If you make a noise. This will be worse than you could ever imagine!" The next thing that happened was his uncle carving words into his back.

Harry whimpered. I'm surprised he didn't scream seeing how deep the cuts were. The words on him spelt 'freak, disgusting, ugly, abomination, gay, disgrace' the list went on, he eventually turned Harry around and did the same on his chest and stomach.

Another scene change.

It looked like Harry was now twelve years old. He laid on the floor crying his eyes out, but this time it was on the bathroom floors of Myrtle's bathroom.

Why would he be crying at Hogwarts? Isn't it his home?

"Everyone hates me. I'm s-so a-alone! H-hurt! And no one c-cares! What if I am the heir of S-Slytherin? What if I really what the sorting hat told m-me? A Slytherin!"

Then I realized. This is the year everyone turned their backs on Harry because they thought he was the heir of Slytherin. What did he mean that the sorting hat was right? That he was a Slytherin? Did the sorting hat originally want to put Harry into Slytherin, but he refused?

I sat on the floor in front of the boy. "I'm so sorry Harry. If I had known I would ha-" I stopped mid sentence as I watched Harry pull something silver from his pocket.

What?

He rolled up his sleeve, crying harder now. His wrist was littered with scars. He took the silver object to his wrists.

That's-No. It's a blade. Harry what are you doing?!

He digged deep into his flesh and dragged the blade across his arms.

I watched him do it several times. Tears rolled down my face. "Stop Harry! No! Don't do this to yourself! Please you have to listen to me! No!" The scene vanished.

Now, I was in a dark cold place. There was fog, but it looked like a graveyard.

"Cedric! No! You killed him!" I heard Harry's strained voice. He was stuck on a statue.

There was Cedric's cold lifeless body on the ground.

This is his fourth year. The year that Voldemort returned.

From the midst of somewhere I watched as Petter Pettigrew pulled a knife on Harry, he grunted as the blade dug into his skin.

I couldn't tell what happened after that, but then I heard a chilling voice.

One I've come to recognize as Voldemort. "I have returned!" There was cheering and hollering before things went black.

When I came, I realized I was back in the potions classroom. Some students were awake with me, while others were still in a trance.

Something was wrong though. I couldn't find Harry.

"Malfoy!" I looked at the person calling my name. It was Granger. "What did you do?!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I really didn't know what I did. I was still in daze from what I've seen.

"Harry ran out of the room like his life depended on it! What did you do?!" My face grew even paler than it already was. I was sick to my stomach at the thought of what he might be doing.

"Miss Granger that is enough!" Snape shut her up. "I'm glad to see you've come back around. Since it's your partner that has ditched you, go and find him." Snape didn't show it, but I knew him well enough to see passed his facade. He looked extremely worried and honestly, I was too after seeing what I had seen.

I only nodded my head before I burst out of the classroom.