Hooked

Summary: This story takes place during Harry's 5th year summer holidays (after Sirius dies) and is about how Harry deals with his death and the pressure of being the 'Chosen One'. This story is mostly about the drugs but will include some other plots.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter

Warnings: Child abuse, drug abuse, fairly bad language, mild violence

A/N Up to the 5th book this story pretty much follows all the books so there are no major changes. The only change I have is that Harry doesn't wear glasses; I think he looks better without them.

Chapter One

Harry Potter was lying down in his small and simple bedroom at number 4 Privet drive. He was staring up at the ceiling with dull glazed eyes as though unconscious (which he was bordering onto) while feeling the euphoric high turn into numbness and feeling empty. Next to him on his bed was a lighter and a small bowl filled with ash.

The numb feeling was starting to wear off already and onto the next stage of fatigue where his body started aching. Harry couldn't even begin to describe how his life had come to this. Sirius's death had been a massive blow to his already messed up life. Not only had Cedric died because of him, but then Sirius had to die too, the only person he could ever think of as a father. Harry couldn't stop thinking about everything he had done for him from eating rats to see him to defending him to Snape and generally being there when he needed advice. And how had he thanked him? By getting him murdered just because he was too damn stupid to see Voldemorts' trap. Then there was the prophecy that was eternally binding him to a new wizarding war which could result in hundreds or thousands of lives being lost. He needed an escape.

He had this fearful claustrophobic feeling that had been gathering in his chest since he had come back to Little Winging which made him feel like he needed to get out and do something. This was not helped of course by having to spend the summer with the Dursleys who for years have been yelling at him and using him as a servant with the occasional bout of violence. Although, now it was better; now he was older they couldn't boss him around or 'rough him up a bit' as much. He is now also bigger and stronger, probably due to the fact he had being working out in his room for hours on end for months now to get rid of the nervous energy that had been building up. However this still didn't stop the few drunken fights with his uncle and his aunt treating him like dirt but he knew he would just have to take it like he always had, there was no point kicking up a fuss now when he was only a year away from being free of this place forever.

All these feelings of anger and repression made him wonder off out of Little Winging into the not-so-nice parts of Surry. He'd done it before during his childhood. He'd sneak off bored and walk the 15 minutes to the park that edged onto the West hill Estate and hang out there. He'd made numerous short-term friends there over the years when he was a child. Kids would come and go, never really sticking around. They were just strangers seeking comfort like him.

A few days after he got back from Hogwarts for the summer holidays, after he had recovered from the initial 'welcome home' from his Uncle after half the order had confronted him at the train station (fat lot of help that did), he started walking to this park that he hadn't been to in years. He was numb and shocked after everything that had happened at Hogwarts and felt like he just needed to get out the house. After his 5th year at Hogwarts he was left with so many feelings and emotions trying to push through at once that it left him feeling empty and jittery. He hadn't even noticed where he was until he found himself on the tattered swings of the old park he used to go to. That's where he met Davy and the gang, just a bunch of kids his age drinking. It was 1am and Harry had sneaked out after one of his regular nightmares that stopped him from going back to sleep; Sirius falling through the arch, Bellatrixs' laughing face and Voldemort's threats. He lit a cigarette from a packet he stole from Dudley on the day he came back. He needed some release, he just needed to feel something. He felt like he wanted to hurt himself, like his body deserves to be punished. Davy and his three mates were already pretty drunk and saw Harry sitting alone on the swings. They saw him sitting there with a bandage around his wrist and his bruised face and asked if he was okay and if he would like to join the party. Usually he would have politely declined and walked off, but after the year he had he thought why not?

They all just sat there in the park and drank themselves into oblivion. The group included two guys, Davy and Will and two girls called Lucy and Summer. Harry had never really drank much before; maybe a beer or two he nicked from his uncle after watching him getting trashed, but he had never drank as much in his whole as he did that first night in the park. Bottles of cheap vodka and beer just seemed to vanish and weed was being passed round the group until they had all passed out. From then on he had regularly met up late at night when Harry couldn't sleep and sometimes even in the day when he could sneak off from the Dursleys. They introduced him to a whole new life; a place where he could escape with people that understood what it's like to not have a family. He enjoyed their company a lot, especially Davy and Summer's. Davy wasn't like anyone Harry had ever met before. You could tell he was a tough guy yet he still came off very approachable and was probably one of the funniest people he'd ever met. Out of everyone in the group he got on with Davy the fastest. Summer sort of reminded him as a more self-aware version of Luna which was kind of comforting. Lucy was a pretty and quite maternal girl who people knew not to get on the wrong side of and Will smoked more weed than he ate food so was pretty chilled out most the time.

In a way he felt relieved to be with more mature and similar people to him, he was starting to get sick of Ron and Hermione's letters constantly trying to get him to talk about Sirius's death. In the past few weeks he felt as though he had changed a lot after everything that happened in the last year, him being practically tortured by Umbridge, professor Snape's Occlumency lessons and then the department of mysteries... He liked being stoned to the point where he can't stand up or speak properly because that way he could forget about everything. He started out on light stuff like weed and vodka, but then the group introduced him to cocaine which was apparently as common as drinking beer in West Hill. He'd never felt so happy in his life. In a matter of seconds he would leave behind his tired and miserable self and be energetic and have fun. He didn't have to worry about being hated by his 'family' and being punched by his uncle or even being murdered by death eaters, he could just have fun again. And this night was no different.

He was a month into his holidays and it was 11.15pm. Harry had already had a hit and could feel himself coming down. This night he hadn't even bothered trying to get to sleep first, his back hurt too much after a last night where he presumed he must have fallen off something or banged it, he could never really remember. Harry looked at the ashtray and sighed. The heroin was a new thing for Harry. He didn't really think about what he was taking, Davy had taken him aside and offered it to him a week ago and said it would really get him going. They shared some and it was the best high he had had this summer so far and he'd just finished the left overs now in his room which he wasn't sure was a good idea or not. He got up and out of bed and blankly stared at himself in the mirror. Although he had gotten slightly more muscles, he was thinner and paler. He noticed he looked like a totally different person. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and he had a bruise again on his right cheek. This particular bruise had surprisingly not been from his uncle but in fact a fight he had gotten into the other night when he and the gang went into town and some guys started harassing Summer, so he and Davy ended up getting in a fight with them and did quite well considering he didn't have much experience like Davy did. Harry had never really gotten in a fight like that before but with so much drugs and vodka circulating his body it made him feel better, like he was getting something out of his system.

He went to the loose floorboard near his bed and put all of his 'stash' there. If his nosy aunt ever caught drift of any drugs in her house he doubt he would ever make it back to Hogwarts. He put some Lynx spray in his jacket pocket for later and got a packet of cigarettes out and lit one in his mouth. He made his way to his bedroom window, opened it and carefully stepped out onto the roof under him and jumped down onto the lawn and started walking over to the park feeling relieved that soon he'll feel better.

"HARRY!" shouted a figure standing on the parks old roundabout.

Harry laughed seeing Davy already drunk with whisky bottle in his hand dancing around the park. He made his way to the corner of the area where the rest of the group was drinking (though not as much as Davy) and smoking stuff that was probably stronger than cigarettes. But before he made it there Davy came running up to him and jumped onto Harry's back.

"Harry's here everyone!" he slurred

The group just laughed watching Harry trying not to fall under Davy's weight.

"Davy, at least get me drunk before you try and molest me" he said

"That can be arranged" he said jumping off Harry and staggered over to the bench Lucy and Will were sitting on where all the drinks were.

"Catch!" Davy shouted while chucking a bottle of vodka at him. Harry, having quick reflexes from playing Quidditch caught the bottle before it hit him in the head.

"As you can see Davy is already off his head" stated Will looking amusedly at Harry who just grinned back.

"No kidding, I plan to join him" he replied with a smile

"That's the spirit!" said Davy "Cheers!" he said while banging bottles with Harry.

Harry swigged the bottle and lit up another cigarette and sat down with summer.

"How've you been Sum's?" he asked her, already feeling the effects of the alcohol on his empty stomach and he was still not fully down from his previous high from earlier that night. Out of everyone in the group he found Summer the easiest to talk to, she was quirky and funny and probably had the worst upbringing of the group yet she never seemed to show it. He admired her a lot for that.

"Alright" she said sleepily back, the liquor always hit her hard "Went to see Mike again today, he seems to be doing better"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, prison ain't too bad for him now seeing as it's his 3rd time in"

"Guess it would get easier" he replied

"Yeah, well he's family, well half family anyway, need to stick together. Especially now..."

Harry glanced at Will and tried not to laugh. They both thought Summer was funny when she was really drunk.

"What do you mean especially now?" Harry asked

"You know... the bad economy..."

"Yeah, of course" he replied smiling

"Yeah well the recession hit everyone Harry" started Will now also smiling at Harry "Even the crack dealers" They both laughed

"You want any?" Will asked Harry while rummaging through his pockets and then handing him a small bag of white powder.

Harry took the bag and took a pinch of the white powder and put it onto the back of his other hand and snorted it. Harry couldn't believe how easily some of these 'dangerous' drugs seemed to be available in this part of town. He remembered the old antidrug videos they used to show in primary school of some dodgy guy with a load of tattoos standing in a rough alley way selling these little bags to ill looking teenagers. Yet here he was now with a bunch of other average kids his age snorting coke off a park bench having the time of his life.

They carried on what Will called 'self medicating' until Harry, Davy and Summer finally collapsed around 4am. At 6 Lucy woke up from her semi conscious state and started shaking the others awake.

"Harry! Get up" she said groggily. He shifted moaning and wincing after sleeping on the floor for 2 hours.

"What t-time is it?" he asked stifling a yawn

"6.10" she replied "Davy get the fuck up already!"

"Shit" Harry mumbled to himself, he had a banging headache and his body was killing him from the come down of drugs and his uncle's previous beatings, but at least he didn't have any nightmares.

Davy slowly sat up against the park bench while the others were dusting themselves of and finding their various possessions they through around while drunk earlier that morning. Harry walked over to him and sat on the bench next to him. Davy got a bottle of pills from his pocket, he took one then offered Harry some

"For the headache?" he said

"Cheers" Harry replied

"How was that stuff I gave you the over day?"

"You've given me a lot of stuff" he replied easily "You mean the smack?"

Dave smiled "Yeah, that" he said in a low voice

"You taken it?" he asked

"Yeah only once though since we did it" Harry replied

"Good init?" he said

"Yeah, never felt so good before in my life"

"But?" said Davy sensing Harry's hesitance, he could usually read Harry pretty well, they had become good friends fast

"It's the come down after, a day later and I could hold anything my hands were shaking so bad" said Harry remembering the day after he tried it for the first time. It caused him to drop a load of plates he was washing, which caused another fight with his uncle.

"Yeah that part of it pretty much sucks" Davy replied

"Surprised I haven't got the shakes right now, smoked it last night"

"You ain't got nothing to worry 'bout" said Davy "You can't get addicted after a few go's, its only if you do it a lot"

Harry didn't say anything. He lit up a cigarette, took a long drag then offered Davy one

"Thanks" he said

"By the way" Davy continued "don't mention anything to Lucy about the smack, she'll go mental, you know after everything with her brother"

"Course not, I ain't crazy" Harry replied. He knew vaguely from Davy and Will that Lucy's brother had become a heroin addict and died from an overdose when he was 19.

The group all said their goodbyes and Harry was able to sneak back in by 6.40. Before he went inside he sprayed his clothes to get rid of the smell, he then climbed in through the window and went over to his bed. He was however surprised to find Hedwig carrying a letter. He hadn't received any letters recently from Ron and Hermione after his few vague and short replies to the many worried letters from them in the first few weeks in the holidays. Hedwig gave him a concerned hoot and went over to her cage for some food.

He opened the letter and read it

Dear Harry

I hope you are having a pleasant holiday and the Dursleys are treating you well.

I am writing to inform you that after much thought I have decided it would be in your best interests to carry on Occlumency training with Professor Snape during the summer. Although I cannot go into great details in this letter for obvious reasons, I insist it's of great importance for you continue your training.

Professor Snape will come round at 11am 28th July for your first session. If this is an un-convenient time and you would like to re-arrange then reply saying so.

Yours most sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

Harry suddenly felt anger filling him up, 'how could he do this?' He thought to himself. He's grieving his Godfather and that man suddenly tells him he has to meet up with the man that hates him and the man Harry also blames for Sirius's death. He lost it and punched the wall next to his desk hard. He felt and heard something crack in his hand

"Fuck fuck fuck" he whimpered holding his injured hand to his chest.

He went into the bathroom and washed his injured hand and wrapped it in a bandage. He then splashed his face with cold water and looked in the mirror again. He looked even worse than last night, he had more bruises on his face and he was even paler than usual. What was though was professor Snape will be coming round in two days and see him like this. He suddenly found himself wondering why he didn't seem to care whether Snape found out about his 'self medicating' habits. Snape probably wouldn't care even if he did find out. He walked out the bathroom back into his room, 'fuck them' he thought to himself angrily. He felt like he just wanted to kill Snape for Sirius's death and all the years of humiliation and being picked on by him.

Harry sat back down on his bed and started staring at the ceiling; he noticed his hands were starting to shake again. It's going to be a long wait until tonight.

A/N- Should I carry on this story? I don't know yet, please review and tell me how I'm doing and if I should carry on this story or if you have any good suggestions to what should happen next. Hope you enjoyed it