WARNINGS: SLASH! Lots of lovely slash! This story will have drug and alcohol use, and so I am in no way making a bad influence on you people, I will say this: DRUG AND ALCOHOL ARE BAD! They wont do anything in the long run for you (good) I can say from experience. Rated R for a reason.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and a few characters here and there. If you're a huge HP fan, like myself, you'll know who is mine. JKR owns Harry and Co…sadly. sniff I hate my life. Hides under my blanket (Ps. Raven: I WILL HAVE THE CORNER ONE DAY!) (B/N: NO YOU WON'T!!!) Song belongs to The Clash. (GREAT BAND) Its called "All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)"

A/N: I'm back with a story…again! I have three started right now, I know, and I don't update all the time. (B/N: don't worry, I have four, and three one-shots) A Different Kind of Greaser is on hold for probably two weeks…sorry! DON'T KILL ME! I will post the next chapter to The Other Side as soon as I know for sure Raven is done with it. (B/N: I am. Remember, we had this conversation already and I sent it to you.) Wrong Turn will have a new chapter no later than Friday…before midnight, I promise. I have to warn you now that chapters will be shorter than normal until December 16 because of that paper I have to do for English. Thank you to my lovely beta, Raven. (B/N: Welcome!) You got me hooked on AFI. (Thanks a lot!) (B/N: YAY) I'm sorry…this is again Harry/Draco slash…and Harry is of course a bad boy. (B/N: Wouldn't expect anything else from you Cherry) BUT!!! And a very big but at that!!! This is totally AU and is NON-magic! They are all normal teenagers and there is no magic at all! They are all 17 and seniors. Oh…and they are in America. Well…Harry moved to America…so he, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley are the only Brits.

Chapter one: That New Kid

New school.

New town.

New country.

New life.

The question is would Harry Potter turn his around?

"Ok, boy, you ruin it this time and your in for it," Growled Vernon, Harry's giant uncle, grabbing Harry's black "Ramones" T-shirt.

"Whatever," was Harry's bland retort, though inside he was hoping this would blow over smoothly.

"Don't you talk back to me, boy. Moving to America had better knock this…punk out of you, or whatever you call it. And you bloody well not get into any trouble." With a final smack to the face Vernon went into the new house, setting up the smallest room for Harry. In it there was a bed and…nothing else, and the fat man placed dead bolts on the door.

Sighing, Harry dragged his things up the stairs, which included his clothing, guitar, amp, lyric books, CDs, ipod, laptop, skateboard, and boom box, all personally bought. The Dursley's never bought anything for Harry except for food, so Harry had a job along with his family's money, which his parents left for him when they died.

Stupid fucking parents thought Harry as he dragged his few possessions up the stairs. Even thought he didn't know them, he hated his parents with a fiery passion. They had to go and die and leave him in this hell hole, even if it wasn't done purposely, and he was sure they didn't want it. He was cold. He had to be.

Stepping into his room, after a long look at the many dead bolts on his door, he closed said door. With a long sigh he set his beautiful electric red guitar on his unmade bed and put the small practice amp under his bed along with the connections. Everything else Harry set on the floor by the window, except for his clothes, school supplies, and accessories, which went in the closet.

Vernon stormed into the room at that moment and pulled Harry by his hair, slamming him up against the wall.

"Look, you freak, we're going out tonight, so you have to find a way to feed yourself. Just close your door when you go out." And then he was gone, driving away with the family to go to a nice place to eat.

Harry Potter was a 17-year-old 'rebel without a cause' as some would say. His unruly raven hair was held up in 1 inch twisted spikes with blue highlights, thin bangs flowing over his eyes. (B/N: Ooo, like the lead singer in Green Day, except without the blue) (A/N: The lead singer is Billy Joe. Jaeeze! Get it straight) He had glasses but did not always wear them, sticking to contacts most of the time. Without the black bulky glasses you could see his unnaturally green eyes, which he unknowingly, inherited from his mother. Harry stood at 5' 8," give or take a few inches. He was skinny, but had very fine definition and a flat stomach with washboard abs. (B/N: Love the look Cherry!)

Out of the pocket of his black baggy bondage pants Harry pulled a custom made Slytherin wallet with the chain attached. (A/N: The Slytherin thing will be explained later) (B/N: It better be!) Looking inside he saw he had his credit card and around $100.00 in cash. So, with the knowledge that he had enough money to get a new CD, new trunks for his board, a new tongue and eyebrow ring, and some fast food, Harry set out, riding his skate board down the street, listening to his ipod.

Hanging about down the market street

I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak

I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer

You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot

As he rolled up to McDonalds he saw two groups of teens his age, separate from each other, hanging out near their cars. One group had very preppy clothing on, polo shirts and all. The other looked slightly preppy, but you could tell were not popular.

In the non-popular group, Harry noticed a very attractive blonde boy with hair going to just above his shoulders, perfectly straight and falling in his eyes. The blonde's style was slightly more dressy punk than Harry's, but way not preppy.

He was wearing worn out boot cut jeans that were ripped and tattered at the bottom, finished with black high top converse which were also very worn, much like Harry's. (Harry's were a lot more worn out that this teen's.) The dark green shirt he wore had "The Clash" written on it in messy bold white lettering.

One word to described this boy: yummy.

"HEY FREAK!" Someone from the popular group yelled. Harry, still rolling up to the door, turned his head to glare at them, his eyebrow ring glittering in the sunlight. With a swift movement he gave then a finger, ollied onto the sidewalk, and hopped off of his board.

"HEY FREAK!" They yelled again. Harry sighed, pulled off his headphones, sticking his ipod in his oversized pocket, and turned to them.

"SOD OFF YOU BLOODY WANKERS!" And with that he walked in the door. The group of teens that appeared to not be popular followed him inside, standing behind him as he ordered.

"I would like a burger and a coke," Harry said, his British accent full. The girl taking his order giggled, wrung it up, and began playing with her hair, looking flirtily at him. (B/N: Typical shallow prep)

"So, you new in town?" Harry rolled his eyes at the question.

"NOOOO." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Oh, a funny one." Harry got annoyed by then and said,

"Look, hate to say it, but I don't swing your way."

"What? You mean you're a fag?" She asked.

"No, because where I come from, that would be a cigarette." He said.

"What...?" she asked, confused.

"Oh, bloody hell," Harry sighed, rubbing his temples with his black-painted nails, "Gay? Queer? Homosexual?" Still the girl looked perplexed so Harry yelled,

"I LIKE GUYS!!!!!"

"Ew…are you for real?" She looked disgusted as she handed Harry his food. Harry walked out of the building and sat on the curb to eat. Obviously people here were very homophobic. When he was almost done with his burger the not popular group came and sat by him.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," A slightly bushy haired, but not ugly, girl held her hand out. Harry looked at it, at the girl, and took a bite out of his burger.

"I'm Ron Weasley, this is my younger sister Ginny, they're Seamus, Dean, and of course, who could forget-" Began a tall and gangly, but, again, not bad looking red head with many freckles.

"-Draco Malfoy," The blonde said, holding out his hand. This time, Harry took it, and to his shock, Draco kissed his hand.

"FAG!" Yelled another one of the kids from the other group. This time Harry had had it. People here were very rude. Harry rose, setting his meal on his skate board, and walked swiftly over to the group. With one swift movement Harry grabbed the collar of the guy who had called him and/or Draco a fag, and swung his fist back before plowing it into his face.

The teen fell to the ground and didn't get back up, his nose bleeding as if it were broken. One of the other guys jumped on Harry's back, grabbing him around the neck, but Harry grabbed his arm and flung him over his shoulder and onto the ground.

"Something you'll learn real fast," Harry began, kicking one of the guys that was on the ground and glaring at the others, "is that you do not want to fuck with me. I will bloody well make your lives a living hell. Just think about why I moved here in the first place."

Harry walked back over to where his food and his new friends were. He sat down, finished his burger, and began on his fries. He could sense people looking at him, and knew Draco was one of them. Harry was in for it now he knew it. If the Dursley's found out he was screwed. Quietly he played with his tongue stud until someone spoke up,

"What was that and how did you learn it?" Ron gasped.

"Yeah, that was amazing!" Seamus, the sandy blonde-haired teen said.

Harry smirked to himself and took out his cigarettes, lightly one up, and taking a long, long drag from it.(B/N: Cigarettes is bad for you! Yup yup!!)

"I," Harry chuckled darkly to himself, "learned that from years and years of practice."

"What does that mean?" Draco asked then added, "And by the way, thanks. I've been meaning to do that for a long time."

BEEP, BEEP!

"SHIT!" Harry yelled and stood, grabbing his things hastily. Vernon got out of the car and walked swiftly up to Harry, grabbing his hair.

"What the bloody hell did you do here, freak? Got into a fight already?" To make sure Harry knew he was mad he pulled hard on his hair, causing Harry to wince and his spikes to get slightly messed up.

"I don't know why we took you in after your loser parents died, boy!" Vernon roughly pulled Harry forward causing Harry to drop his board. Vernon shoved Harry into the car and slammed the door shut, and Harry put his guard up again, looking out the window with eyes of ice.

A/N: So, what do you think so far? (B/N: Loved it!)That's 5 whole pages! YAY for me! I was typing this while watching A Walk to Remember and it just…came! PLEASE give me suggestions, you people never do!!!!!!!

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PPS: For my story Wrong Turn one of you said thank you for writing it because it helped you cope with abuse. Don't worry, it helps me too. I wanted to say that, so you know you're not alone.

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-Cherry