A/n: I live! I finally got through my writer's block :D…it only took me over 3 fucking months. But that's beside the point. This came to me when my friend's parents kicked her out of the house for being bi. Fucking people.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns 'em; I just mess with the boys a little.
"That's the price I paid for being different." –Egypt Central
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As his back hit the pavement and his meager belongings were thrown carelessly out the door, he wondered what he did wrong. He lived up to their brutal expectations and followed their ridiculous rules.
All he did was find love.
"I never want to see your face again." The normally quiet and reserved voice of his mother was abnormally firm and harsh.
He dragged his eyes from the pavement, hoping to catch his mother's eye and change her mind, but they were stubbornly glued to the ground.
"I mean it Draco. You aren't welcome here anymore."
And as he turned his back to the place he once called home, he could here the faint crying of his beloved mother, watching her only son walk away.
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"Harry! Get up!"
The brunet in question opened his eyes slightly, groaning at the lack of sunlight. He slowly rolled over, and glanced at the clock.
5:30 A.M.
"Five-fucking-thirty! Was it wrong with you people?! Diagon Alley isn't going anywhere!"
Harry dragged himself out of bed, mumbling random curse words along the way. Finding his pile of clothes, he sifted through to find clean jeans and a clean shirt.
"Harry! Hurry up!"
The brunet rolls his eyes as he laces up his classic converse and runs out of the room.
God forbid they get there after the sun rises.
A/n: this is kinda an introduction. Lemme know what you think, and I'll continue it. Alright? Sound like a deal? Good. :D R&R
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