This is chapter one of The Story Who's Title Must Not Be Written. Thank you so much for choosing to read this. It is a crossover of Harry Potter and Outsiders. I haven't read Deathly Hollows yet so you don't have to worry about spoilers for that. I might let some slip for the other six. Set in modern day.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Outsiders' or 'Harry Potter'

Harry POV

"Why the fuck did you hide this from me?" I said in a low but deadly voice.

"Settle down, Harry. I merely thought it was of no importance." The old meddler rambled.

"Of no importance! You thought it wouldn't be important to tell me of him. Damnit! You knew I couldn't defeat Voldemort without him and it's of no importance!"

He looked at me with patience in his eyes and that infuriated me further. I held back my anger, muttering about 'stupid old wizards who meddle too much.' He stood gracefully and went to one of the many shelves that lined the walls of the office.

He took one from a lower shelf and gave me the folder. I snatched it from him, looking through the profile of this new family member.

"And I suppose you're going to send me on this magical quest only to come back here and lose another precious person because of your stupid war?"

"It is not my war, Harry. It's yours now, too. And I am not sending you anywhere. The trip is up to you to make."

Dumbledore knew very well that I would make the trip but I wouldn't admit it to him. I just stormed out of the office. I could practically see him smiling at me from behind.

I went back up into the common room and started packing. Ron and Hermione came in and saw me packing.

"How was your meeting with Dumbledore?" Ron asked in a cautious voice.

"And, why are you packing?" Hermione asked, her voice laced with concern.

"The meeting went absolutely fucking wonderfully. And, I am packing to go meet my cousin."

"Cousin?" They both asked.

"Yeah. Dumbledore thought it would be a nice little surprise for my seventeenth birthday to find out about a new family member. According to him, I can't defeat the dark lord without him."

Hermione gasped. "That's terrible."

"He has done worse." I said numbly.

I shivered, though it wasn't from cold. I recalled how cold Azkaban had felt. How lifeless I was. Yes, the great Harry Potter, The-Fucking-Boy-Who-Lived, was sent to Azkaban. What for? For using the cruciatus on a teacher at Hogwarts. Which teacher? Well, stop asking so many damn questions and I'll tell you. Snape. Yes, Severus sodding Snape.

I didn't do a thing but it turned out one of those little death eater children, Pansy Parkinson, used it on him to get information about the order, using my identity and my wand.

They didn't even give me the fucking Veritaserum to see if I was lying! They just up and threw me in. Can you imagine that? The wizarding world's savior being thrown into Azkaban. The only people who stood by me were Ron and Hermione. Draco would have been there but he's been in hiding ever since he refused the dark mark over the summer.

Me and Draco had stopped fighting since third year but kept it under wraps with the usual sneer and snide comment. It gave a great feeling, fooling everyone else.

"So, where are we going?" Hermione asked, breaking my train of thought.

"We?" I questioned.

"Yes, we. What did you think we would let you go alone?" Ron asked, and started packing his trunk.

I smiled slightly to myself. I should have figured they would come . . . "Alright. You're coming then. We leave early tomorrow."

"How are we going?" Ron asked.

"Hermione. Could you make us a Portkey?"

"To where, Harry?"

I looked at the folder again. "Tulsa, Oklahoma, America."

Johnny POV

We were all sitting out in the vacant lot. Dallas and Two-Bit were passing the football back and forth. Soda and Steve were tackling each other repeatedly and Pony and I were listening to music on his personal cd player. He and I had both gotten jobs so we had our own money to spend.

Everyone was engrossed in the usual Sunday boredom when I heard a voice come from an alley close to the lot.

"Look at the way these muggles live! It's absolutely horrid!" A girl screeched.

"Keep it down." A boy's voice said next.

Nobody seemed to notice so I went back to listening to the cd player. It was playing Nightguest by Nightwish. (A/N: They're one of my favorite bands!)

The voices came louder until three people appeared there. The first was a boy with shockingly red hair. He was tall, with fairly large muscles but didn't look threatening. The second was a girl with bushy brown hair. She looked nice enough and was wearing jeans with a red t-shirt. The last was a boy with messy black hair and green eyes. He was wearing jeans with a black t-shirt and the red head wore a blue t-shirt.

The guys came back to me and Pony upon seeing the new arrivals. They were leaned against the wall with me and Ponyboy. We turned off the music and put the cd player in Pony's bag.

"Excuse me." The girl asked. "I want to know if you've seen a Jonathan Cade."

I ground out my cigarette and stepped forward. "Yeah, we've seen him. Why do you want to know?"

"I'm his cousin. I really have to tell him something." The black haired boy said.

"Where are you from?" I asked, still using the 'you're not welcome' voice I used with Socs.

"London, England."

There was a strange tension in the air that was directed towards the black haired kid and me. It was a weird pressure. I think he noticed it too because he looked at me.

"Jonathan, we have some things to discuss."

"Alright." I said in a quieter tone.

The girl and boy looked surprised. "Um . . . someplace a little more private." The girl suggested.

"I'm not leaving the lot so you either tell me in front of my friends or leave."

He sighed and looked at them. "Can we trust them?" He asked, unsurely.

I glared at him. "I trust them with my life."

He stepped forward an inch more and the pressure in the air intensified. A vapor started materializing around us. The green vapor that came from him mixed with purple vapor from me then surrounded us. It collected in two mixes of it then shot into my chest. A warmth built up in my body then I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breathe, as did the black haired kid, and everything went black.

Alright, that sucked as a first chapter. Tell me what you think so far. Read on once there's something else to read. Flames are for campfires and will be used to roast marshmallows.