Alright, another story... this one, the chapters will be named after different songs I own. The story is called Wanted Dead or Alive, the song by Bon Jovi. This chapter, the prologue, is Pink's 'So What.'

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the songs used as titles in this story... wish I did though. Mostly just Harry Potter... uhuhuhuhuh... gay harem.

Warnings: **Entire Story** Language, sexual themes, death, torture, vague mentions of rape, OOC, AU, some crack

This Chapter: Mostly language and serious OOC Harry Potter... with a minor death of someone I made up...

Pairings: HarryLucius, SeverusRemus, vague RonHermione, DracoSirius (yeah, he's alive bitches!), NevilleLuna, past one-sided SeverusLily

Wanted Dead or Alive

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Prologue:

So What?

A strangled gasp tried to force its way out of the the man's throat, who currently lay on the ground. Any semblance of breathing could not escape no matter how he struggled, not with the heavy heel crushing his throat. Though his vision was getting little black spots in the edges, he tried desperately to get a last look at the man above him, the one smiling a deranged smile.

Black hair, though the entire front was dyed a deep red and several white streaks dotted the black, reached just past his shoulder blades, though the hair in front went to his stomach. He was tall, taller than himself which was quite the surprise, and broad-shouldered, wide chest tapering to slim hips. He was muscled, hints the strength he seemed to so easily force onto his throat, but not overly so since all his clothes were practically a second skin and it did not stand out. But there was thing that stuck out to the poor man on the ground, so much closer to his death.

Those bright, emerald eyes.

He felt like he should recognize them for some reason, but could not place them. All he knew now was that he should not have accosted the dangerous man in an alley. Now he was to die and he knew this.

"Well, Mister Julius, it seems this death has come at no better time. The list of your crimes extend past my own and I am one horrible person. Have you any last words?"

The man, Julius, knew it was a dumb question meant to make him feel like an idiot. He could not speak with the man crushing his throat and the man knew it. All he did was muster his best glare at a moment like this and this earned a sudden press down. The last thing he knew before the world went black was a snap and the glare of the man that made him wonder if Hell would only continue beyond.

"Wrong answer."

With a disgusted sneer, the man kicked the body away and turned on his heel, walking away with a flourish that made him smirk. He knew someone who would be proud of his entrance and exit techniques.

Emerald eyes scanned the paper lazily, taking a sip of black coffee every so often. With his booted feet on the table, he looked to be in a truly uncomfortable position, but this was the only way for him to think clearly. All he could find were the articles on the deaths he already knew so much about. That was not what he was looking for - he was trying to find something very specific.

With a huff, he slammed the paper down and nearly choked on the coffee afterward. Why would such an article be on the back? His dark brows furrowed, leaning forward to scan the title just to make sure.

Wizarding World Saviour Missing

He snorted, kicking the paper from the table. Of course, Harry sodding Potter would take last place to a bunch of senseless murders.

"I am not missing, you lazy fucks. I just happen to be hiding in plain sight."

Well, now he was pissed off. All of Britain had basically just claimed him to be missing with details on a search that had never happened. Harry knew this since he was able to easily bypass all security and leave for Hogsmeade without a problem. He had not even bothered with a Glamour or simply growing up, which was how he turned out to look the way he did now.

With a loud roar, he stood and kicked over his chair... or he meant to, though it went soaring through the wall. Harry glared at the hole in the wall as if it was mocking him.

"Dammit!"

With a sigh of exasperation, he pushed his fingers through his hair, pushing the red back to blend with the black and white. He had often been told during his training that he lost his temper far too easily, but just as he told the Veela back then, he did not give a fuck. In fact, as he said this to the Veela, he managed to catch him by surprise and hit him in the face with a heavy tome. That had made Harry feel good for weeks. Caomh, the asshole, had then refused to talk to him for almost six months.

They never really did get along the same after that.

Leaving the hole for the time being, Harry made his way to the study. He Warded the study heavily as anyone who set foot in that room would know who he was instantly. All the books were that of different torture methods gathered over the years, none of which used magic and he loved it. Harry had not had much of a chance to use any of them yet, but he had a feeling that with the next part of his plans, he would. A smirk slowly stretched his lips as he grabbed a book on different ways to skin a victim while keeping them alive the longest time possible.

It will be time for practice soon.

Severus stopped in the middle of his conversation with Lucius to look around, a sudden sense of both dread and demented pride settling in the pit of his stomach. For the life of him, he could not place why he would feel such things. When he turned back to Lucius, the man was giving him a questioning look.

"Is something wrong, Severus?"

"Lucius, I just felt the strangest thing..."

This had the blonde leaning forward in his seat. Severus had a knack for knowing what was to come, but only in the form of feelings. He was practically a Seer, though the most unique Lucius had ever met.

"For reasons I cannot explain, a sense of dread just settled inside me... however, the weird thing is... this feeling is almost trumped by a feeling of... demented pride."

"Demented pride?"

"Yes. As if I feel a pride in someone's actions, though the actions would be almost... criminally insane."

Lucius paused, a finger resting on his chin as he thought. Severus had felt almost the same thing when Voldemort came to be, though the pride was replaced by repulsion. They found out why this was later when they realized the man lost sight of all his goals and was easily destroyed by a young boy in his distraction. Something hit him and he looked up at Severus, a strange look of contemplation on the blonde's features.

"Severus... do not dismiss this too quickly, but do you think it might have something to do with the Potter boy's disappearance?"

He knew Severus wanted to deny it on the spot, but he instead paused as well to actually think it over. The boy had gone missing a little while ago, though the Wizarding world was not too concerned since he performed his duty. Even his friends just shrugged it off, saying the boy must have finally lost it. However, what had concerned them in the beginning was Draco's reluctance to discuss the matter.

"Lucius, I think it is now time to actually force your son to talk."

The blonde nodded and stood to retrieve the boy, knowing that they needed something to work with. Lucius had his feeling - the world was about to have something else to fight off and they would fail as they did before.

Severus stared at Minerva in disbelief.

"You have found yet another too young teacher for Hogwarts!"

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, choosing to ignore Severus long enough to keep her own temper in check. She knew he would do this, but she had to tell all the staff.

"Severus, it is hard to find Divination professors anymore. Since Trelawney retired we have been having a difficult time finding someone to replace her. This young man actually offered which is wonderful as I had no idea the boy even existed. I will say this however - I do not think to two of you will get along very well. You are too much alike."

"What?"

"He is quick to anger with stupidity and a lack of the ability to follow directions. He has no desire to speak to anyone unless the situation dictates he must. This boy also seems to have a general apathy for life. The key difference is that, from what I could gather speaking to him, his personality is rather... unique."

Severus' brows furrowed. Yes, this boy did sound like him, though he really did not want to admit to such a thing. However, what did she mean by his personality was unique? Is this something he should be wary of the entire time?

"Ah, he seems to have arrived now Severus. Why don't you stay to meet him?"

Severus nodded but he truly had no desire to see this new boy so soon. Minerva called the boy in, looking up as the door opened slowly. Severus turned, having taken the bait and he knew it. However, he furrowed his brows while Minerva made a sound of surprise when the door opened completely.

No one was in the doorway.

"I take it my entrance was grand?"

They both turned quickly in their seats to the see the boy sitting on the corner of the desk, one leg crossed over the other. His smirk was cocky and he had an air of arrogance about him, but Severus could tell it was something this boy had not felt until recently. When those eyes landed on him, Severus felt as if he was suffocating. He had to get out of the room.

"Severus, you look as if you have seen a ghost."

Minerva could not be further from the truth. Severus felt his fingers tighten their hold on the arms of the chair as the smirk became deranged. This boy was the missing Harry Potter and only he knew.

Okay, there it is... tell me what you think...