AN: So, I started a new story and I have already wrote a few chapters. Before, I had a long chapter fic up but never got around to finishing it and I took it down. This time, though, I want to see this one through. Lucky for any readers, my writing has gotten much better, that i can say about myself. A little bit about this story; The idea of it came to me while i was on tumblr and I saw a fanart of Harry decked out in tattoos and smoking a cigarette. I just always loved the idea of a rebel Harry and this is what happened. I admit that the idea sort of ran away from me and now you get this. This story will breach a few topics that might bother some people, such as sexuality, child abuse, transgender, so on and so forth. This is AU, obviously, and their is slash. There is established Wolfstar and eventually, Drarry will be reached. I'm not saying that HArry won't experience things and confusion before then. So, enjoy and read and review. Thanks!

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"You're joking!"

"Most certainly not, boy!"

"I am not going!"

"Yes, you will. We won't have you staying around here and doing any of your funny business if we don't have to. This is the perfect solution."

Harry clenched his fists at his side and glared balefully at his gleeful and admittedly fat uncle. The man was baring his teeth in semblance of a grin. Harry's mind raced and he tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't go to a summer juvenile camp. He just couldn't. His uncle and aunt were mad. And, more than that, Harry thought that Marge, his uncle Vernon's sister, was the most insane for finding the institution in the first place.

"I can't leave!" Harry protested. "Dumbledore said-"

"Yes, yes, we're aware of how that stupid magic works! We know the restrictions. We aren't breaching them, boy." Petunia burst out from Vernon's side.

"I won't go." Harry spat.

"You will if you're under this roof." Vernon bellowed, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction.

"Then I'll leave!"

"Ah, but you can't, can you!?" Vernon cackled.

Harry faltered, knowing he was right and hating it. He was in a bind and had nowhere to go. He couldn't leave, he knew that. He had no choice but to do what they said or risk losing his life. It was too dangerous and yet... Harry almost liked his chances against the death eaters. It wasn't fair that he had no choice. With a jolt, Harry suddenly realized that he'd actually be going to a disciplinary school. He'd be surrounded by muggle kids who were thieves and bullies and fighters. Harry felt his blood go cold and his face paled, which was a feat seeing as he was so tan.

"Karlbergs will be just the place for you and for us... Well, you'll finally be out of our hair. And, who knows? Maybe you'll learn some manners. Marge says it's the best that she knows of." Petunia giggled cruelly.

"So, we've called the bus to come around and pick you up. I want you out of here tomorrow morning, boy. Better start packing now." Vernon said happily.

"This school won't prove anything!" Harry snapped.

"For the price it has, I think it most certainly will." Vernon retorted smugly and stomped out the room, Petunia on his heels.

Harry stared after them, his jaw hanging open. Out of all the things they could ever pay for him and they choose this? Dread filled his stomach like heavy ice and he slowly walked to his room. He couldn't help but be wary. His aunt and uncle seemed quite sure of themselves. That never was a good thing for him. Feeling numb, Harry packed his trunk.

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Harry woke up early but made no move to get up. As much as he hated the Dursleys, he hated the idea of a disciplinary school even more. He could tolerate their snide comments and hateful glares for him not going. He just wouldn't get up. Looking at the clock, he knew the bus would be there within thirty minutes. It was early morning, a bit before five, and he was sure he could 'miss' the bus. Vernon would be furious but he just didn't care. So, he lay there.

Vernon and Petunia would give him even more chores and treat him worse. Somehow, the idea of a military or disciplinary school was worse. He wasn't quite sure what the school was labeled as but he knew it was for misbehaved kids. He also knew that if Marge had suggested it, nothing was even remotely good about it. Taking it even further, if Vernon was willing to pay to have Harry go there, it must be downright horrid. No, he wasn't going. He would just-

"Boy! Get up, now!"

A rapping sounded on his door and Harry tensed. The voice was a hiss and quiet but he'd recognize his aunt's annoying tone anywhere. Was she seriously waking him up? They never got up before seven in the morning. Harry's stomach dropped and he sat up on his elbows, staring at the door. They weren't going to let him get out of this. The taps came faster and louder and Harry didn't doubt that his aunt would come in and drag him up by his ear.

"I'm up." He snarled, not bothering to be quiet. He sat up and glared at the door, hoping that maybe she'd feel the heat of the scowl through the door.

"Shut it, boy. Get up and get out of here. Don't even think about going back to sleep." She hissed before he heard her footsteps padding away.

Harry sighed heavily and sat his elbows on his knees, resting his head in his hands. He rubbed his palms against his eyes until he seen black spots in his vision. With another sigh, he sat back and reached over for his glasses. He got up, grumbling under his breath and overall worrying, and went to take a shower. It helped him wake up and he didn't want to feel dirty when dealing with what was coming.

When he was as ready as he could be, Harry got his trunk straight and sat on his bed. For a moment, he considered running away. He could catch the Knight Bus and go to Diagon Alley. He could floo Ron and find refuge in the Burrow. But, he feared that maybe Dumbledore wouldn't allow that. As well as, it was just plain cowardly. He couldn't run away. His pride wouldn't let him and he knew it.

"The bus is here. Get out." Petunia's voice floated through the door.

Harry's stomach twisted anxiously. It felt like snakes had taken home where butterflies were meant to be. He gulped and pulled his trunk behind him, shooting a glance at Hedwig's empty cage. Hermione would take care of his pet owl, he knew, but he almost wished she were here to say goodbye to. He opened the door and followed his aunt dutifully down the stairs. She held the door wide open and ushered him outside. She slammed it shut behind him without a word of goodbye. Harry refused to care about it.

"Hurry up, kid."

A man with salt and pepper hair, straightened stance, and american accent had stepped off the bus. He frowned at Harry, eyeing him critically. Harry started forward, pulling his trunk with him. The man came forward and grabbed up Harry's trunk. He motioned Harry on the bus with a vague hand motion.

"Er, what about..." Harry trailed off and looked at his trunk pointedly. The man looked at him blankly.

"My name is Hector Peters. You will either refer to me as Mr. Peters or Counselor Peters. As for your trunk, I have to search it. Hurry up and be quiet." Mr. Peters said firmly, waving Harry on more insistently.

"Yes, sir." Harry muttered, stepping up into the bus.

He turned left and came to an abrupt halt. A woman in the first seat was waiting on him. She didn't really have all the feminine aspects that most women should. Her shoulders were wide, her hair was short to her chin, and she was rather buff. Her lip was in a sneer and she waved him on, motioning for him to walk through a large machine lining the walkway entrance.

"Walk through. If you've got anything you aren't supposed to, I'll have to frisk you." The woman said and her voice was deep as the man's outside, though she was clearly from Scotland.

Harry eyed the machine warily. All he had on him was his wand. If they tried to take that from him... He didn't know what he would do. He wasn't giving that up. Cautiously, he stepped through and a little beep emitted from it. A small green light at the top showed and the woman waved him on. Harry quickly stepped past her but came to a halt again as he looked down the aisle of the bus. It was mostly empty.

He started towards the back, mostly sure that if he sunk down and stayed silent then he wouldn't be noticed. He couldn't help but look at the few people he did notice. There was a girl with black hair and purple streaks. She had her hood up and was curled up in the very corner of the seat by the window. A boy with hair thrown up in a bun and a visible tattoo on his neck was sprawled out in a seat closer to the back. He had a beanie folded and sitting over his eyes. Another boy with very short hair and skinny cheeks sat in a seat closer to the middle. He was fiddling with a rubik's cube and shifting restlessly in his seat.

Harry went all the way to the back seat on the left and sat down, edging all the way to the window. He pulled up his knees up and rested them against the seat in front of him. With any luck, everyone would avoid it seeing as knees in your back was uncomfortable. He pulled his hood up and rested his head against the window. The bus started up as Mr. Peters took the driver's seat and pulled them away. Exhaustion fell over Harry and despite the rattling of the windows and how his head would vibrate and thump against the cold window, he fell asleep.

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Harry woke with a start as the seat next to him sunk down as someone plopped down beside him. He jerked up and looked around. It was the boy with his hair thrown up in a bun and the tattoo. He had a light tan and looked around Harry's age or maybe a year older. He had broad shoulders, slim waist, and a mischievous grin. His eyes were baby blue and locked onto Harry's face. Harry blinked.

"I supposed you had the right idea. Butch and his boys didn't even glance back here at you." The boy said smoothly, smiling easily.

"Smart one, aren't you?"

Harry couldn't help but lean up and look at who else had spoken. The seat across from him held two girls. One was the black with purple streaks haired girl and Harry now could see that she had two eyebrow rings, a nose ring that wrapped around her nostril, and dark green eyes. The other girl, however, had long straight dark red hair, like blood red. She had one nose ring but it was a stud and she was smiling, flashing dimples at him. Her eyes were bright blue, twinkling in a way that reminded him of Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry asked, his brow furrowed.

"You slept through it, then? I thought you might've been faking."

Harry jumped in surprise. He looked to the seat in front of him and blinked. The boy he had seen with the Rubik's cube was leaning over the seat, tapping the seat constantly. He looked a bit nervous or anxious or maybe both. The boy had a crew cut and was pale with pale brown eyes. His fingers were slim and nimble. Harry cleared his throat.

"I only just woke up." Harry said.

"Mhm, I see that. You missed it, really. Butch and his mates tried to have a go at Josh here." The boy in the seat in front of him said.

"Oh. Er... Are you alright?" Harry asked, turning to Josh. Said boy just grinned.

"Not easy to get me down. So, what's your name?" Josh chirped.

"Harry." He said and a chorus of 'Hey Harry' went between everyone, except the girl with black and purple hair. She simply nodded at him curtly.

"I'm Olivia." The redhead said.

"I'm Nick." The boy in front of him said.

"Nervous Nick, of course." Josh said but his tone was teasing. Nick huffed lightly.

"And, you?" Harry asked the black haired girl.

"Oh, she doesn't talk. Her name's Emily but she prefers for you to just call her Em." Olivia explained.

"Oh. Right then. So, who is this, er, Butch?" Harry asked curiously, half standing to look around. He blinked as he looked over all the seats. The whole bus was full now.

"Only the biggest prat you'll ever meet." Nick muttered, pulling at some of the loose strands of the seat cover.

"Yes. He and his cronies take to bullying anything that is smaller, quieter, or more different than him." Josh said, pursing his lips and rolling his eyes.

"He's evil." Olivia concluded.

"Em wishes she could kick his arse." Josh put in generously and Em cracked a smile.

"He forced all of you to come back here?" Harry asked with a frown.

"Each summer, they claim a section of the bus and upheave anyone who is in it. Most times, they choose the one where their least favorite disorderlies are." Olivia said, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out in the direction of what Harry assumed was Butch. He noticed then that she had a tongue ring.

"He happens to dislike me quite a lot so..." Josh said cheerfully and shrugged.

"Oh. That's...terrible." Harry murmured.

"That's Butch for you." Nick said, shrugging as if to ask, 'hey, what can you do?'. Harry frowned.

"Disorderlies?" Harry asked.

"New ones are always confused." Nick laughed and it sounded quite hysterical. Josh reached out and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Don't mind him, mate. He's a little unstable." Josh said cheekily. Nick's quick hands darted out and made to swipe at Josh but he dodged them.

"Disorderlies are what we are. We're heading to Karlbergs, as I'm sure you're aware. It's a school for those who need discipline and behavior counseling. But, instead of calling us Juveniles, they call us disorderlies." Olivia explained, waving her hands in exaggeration to her words and rolling her eyes.

"You've all been here before?" Harry asked, eyes wide. Josh snickered.

"Everyone who comes once always comes back at least once. Mostly everyone, anyways. You can't really escape Karlbergs." Olivia said with a sad sigh. Harry whipped around to stare at her.

"I don't- That's not-"

"Relax, four eyes, it's not that big of a deal. Karlbergs is something we all hate. We get better after a bit, our parents are sure we've made progress, and then we fuck up. Where do they send us? Back here. This shit whole." Nick said, causing Harry to turn to him.

"It's that bad?" Harry asked.

"Worse." Josh murmured, suddenly sobered up. Harry felt his stomach drop.

"Just you wait, newbie. You'll see." Olivia said.

"And then, soon, you won't be so new anymore." Nick said.

"You'll catch on. I can tell by just looking at you that Butch and his boys aren't going to like you. Quiet and shy types is what he eats for breakfast. But, it's cool. We'll take care of you. You can join us. We're the misfits among the misfits." Josh said.

"Thanks." Harry whispered hoarsely, turning to stare out the window as the outside world flashed by.

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"We'll be there soon." Olivia announced quietly.

Harry picked his head up from the window and swallowed hard. The others had fallen silent, save for Josh singing quietly to himself in French and Nick fiddling with the Rubik's cube. Harry's stomach had tied itself into knots and he kept reaching in his pocket to touch his wand, needing the reassurance of magic. He looked up and around, trying to see everyone.

Nick had sat fully in his seat but Harry could see the back of his head through the crack by the window. Josh was cleaning out from under his nails and humming the French tune to himself. Em had fallen asleep, her head falling forward with her chin resting on her chest. Olivia was sitting perfectly still and staring into space. They had to be the strangest group he had ever met, if he was being honest.

"So, Harry... Can I call you Harry or do you have a nickname?" Josh began lightly.

"Harry is fine."

"Okay. So, Harry... I should probably warn you that the staff of Karlbergs consider themselves 'no tolerance to nonsense' helpers." Josh said, rolling his eyes and making air quotes.

"They call themselves that?" Harry asked incredulously. Nick popped up from his seat, his chin resting on the top of the seat.

"It's there excuse for when they punish us. According to them, they won't tolerate any nonsense and can attend to us as they see fit."

"Punish... How... What's the punishments?" Harry asked, paling.

"The usual. Detention of scrubbing toilets with toothbrushes, Paddling, berating... Same old, same old." Olivia piped up lightly.

"That's all?" Harry asked nervously, not liking the idea of paddling. Josh sighed and was serious again, something Harry had already learned was a rare thing.

"There are worse things. No one really talks about them and everyone avoids them." Josh said.

"Of course, you can't always do that." Nick murmured.

"They have their favorites, their star disorderlies, if you will. As well as, they have their least favorites, the ones they enjoy hurting the most." Josh said quietly.

"Nick here has been put through the wringer. He is the most punished of all." Olivia whispered.

Harry felt horror settle in him and turned to stare at Nick. The bloke was blatantly ignoring them and fiddling with the loose strands on the seat. Harry watched, feeling his heart twist, as Nick whispered to the strands and made them tie in knots, wearing a slight insane smile on his face as he did so. Harry couldn't help but panic. What if they punished him and he turned out like Nick?

"Relax, mate. You've just got to keep your head down and you'll avoid a lot of punishments." Josh soothed him, patting his shoulder.

"That's the problem. I'm not so good at keeping my head down." Harry muttered in a croak.

"I'm not either. But, trust me, you'll learn." Josh promised, something deep and sad flickering in his eyes. He looked at Harry like he was something fresh and pure that was about to become worn and dark.

"Here we are." Olivia announced, her voice shaking only slightly as she looked out Harry's window. Harry slowly turned and his stomach dropped.

"Oh me- oh god." Harry breathed out, having mind to muggle up his words.

Karlbergs looked like a looming prison. It had a very high brick perimeter that had barbed wire on the top. A metal gate with two heavy chains and big locks were what they stopped in front of. The whole building looked like some private school gone grey. There was a courtyard out front and a two story grey brick building that was clearly the school. All the windows had metal slats on the outside, making them impossible to open. Everything about the place looked old, dark, and bland. There was nothing overly frightening about it. No torture devices out or a drawbridge of doom. It was really just...a grey building.

Harry didn't know what he had been thinking that it would be. It was a simple building but oh so bland. There was nothing grandiose about it, nothing worthy of a second look. The only notable thing about the property was the perimeter and the metal slats on on the windows. Still, Harry wasn't fooled. There had been fear in Olivia's voice and sadness in Josh's eyes. Harry didn't doubt that this place was terrible.

"We always get off last." Josh informed him.

"Why?" Harry asked curiously. Why prolong the inevitable, anyway?

"Messing with Merta." Olivia giggled, pointing to the lady up front who had waved Harry on the bus.

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, confused.

"No need to apologize." Josh quipped cheekily.

"I wasn't-"

"We got off last because of Nick. Every summer, he manages to smuggle something past the metal detector and her frisking him. Before he gets off, he hands it to her." Olivia explained.

"Her face is priceless." Nick laughed, looking normal and completely sane since the first time Harry had saw him.

"She gets so peeved off that he gets past her. You should've seen her last summer. Nick brought on a cellphone and she went ballistic." Josh said, chuckling and his bright eyes dancing.

"How do you do it?" Harry asked Nick.

"A magician never reveals his tricks." Nick replied wisely. For the first time since getting on the bus, Harry grinned widely.

"Just like magic, eh?" He asked.

"Just like magic." Nick agreed with a whimsical voice, slowly lowering down in his seat and waving his hands mysteriously. Harry laughed.

"It's the Rubik's cube this time, isn't it?" Olivia asked and Nick popped up, nodding.

"Mhm."

"Where'd you even put that? Surely she must have felt it." Olivia murmured.

"Not telling." Nick sang.

"Come on, time to go. Olivia wake up Em." Josh said, standing. The grin vanished from Harry's lips.

"She's up."

"Oh okay. Let's go."

They all stood up and started out of the seats. Nick stumbled out into the aisle, taking the lead. He smiled at Olivia behind him and leaned down, whispering something in her ear. Olivia nodded and pulled Em standing in front of her. Josh ushered Harry out next and he took the rear. As they walked, Harry watched as Olivia bent down and whispered in Em's ear. He saw her head bob up and down.

"Don't mind them. They're plotting."

Harry jumped violently as warm breath brushed his ear. He turned his head and stared up at Josh in surprise. Josh's eyes were sparkling and he was grinning widely. Harry blinked, surprised by the whole image of the bloke. He was like a punk rock biker who just happened to be really nice and mischievous. It reminded him so much of Sirius that it hurt.

"Plotting?" Harry whispered back, mindful of the lady up in the front seat. Josh leaned back down.

"Mhm. Every summer Em, Olivia, and Nick prank Merta before giving her Nick's item." Josh breathed back, sending chills down Harry's spine.

"Won't they get punished?" Harry hissed.

"Oh no. Merta is harmless. She won't do anything but bitch and hurry them off the bus." Josh laughed in his ear. Harry leaned forward, uncomfortable at the proximity, and nodded.

"Why don't you help them?" Harry asked, looking back over his shoulder. Josh grinned.

"I normally am talking up the new disorderlies, actually." Josh said playfully, wagging his eyebrows. Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Fulfilling your summerly duties, then?"

"Yep."

"How's that going?" Harry asked in amusement.

"I dunno. You tell me." Josh teased, smiling widely. Harry felt laughter bubble up in his chest but squashed it. He couldn't believe that he was about to enter a disciplinary school and was flirting with one of the residents to the school. A resident who also happened to be a bloke. It was surreal.

"You bloody brats! Get off this bus! NOW! GET OFF!"

Harry jumped in surprise and turned around. In talking to Josh, he had missed the prank. The lady, Merta, held the Rubik's cube and was swatting at the other three as if to hit them. But, it was obvious she wasn't going to. Nick laughed hysterically and ran off the bus. Em and Olivia were smiling widely as they hurried off. Harry went after them, fighting a smile.

"Idiot kids." Merta muttered as Harry clambered down the steps. Josh grinned as he passed and Harry heard his teasing voice float down.

"Aw, we love you too, Merta. Take care of the bus, will you!?"

The next thing Harry knew, Josh was nearly flying down the steps, laughing loudly all the way. Merta slammed the doors with a scowl and started up the bus. Josh, Olivia, Nick, and even Em was laughing uproariously, though Em's laughter was silent. Harry ended up laughing as well, unable to hold it in.

Despite the situation, that moment among the misfits was one he'd always remember.

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