A/N ok well welcome to my story. I don't own anything you recognize and anything you don't I own, ok? No money's being made… no infringements were purposely destroyed etc etc.

Any way basically I've corrupted Harry. It will end up being a draco harry fic so if ur not into that kinda thing don't read, ok? As you may be able to tell I desperately need a beta so if anyone's leave your e-mail when you review?

Harry struggled to open his bloodshot eyes. He tried to lift his hand so he could rub them but found it trapped. Looking down Harry found a young girl splayed naked over him, her face once beautifully done up was now smudged and disgusting. Harry gave one sharp tug, not caring if he woke the young girl or not. Swinging his legs over the side of the single bed he stumbled down the corridor in search of a bathroom. He couldn't quiet remember where he was, it looked like a drop in centre of some sort, each room Harry past seemed to be filled with the same destroyed youth.

Finally he reached the end of the corridor and pushed the door open, finding a sink and a filthy toilet, not a shower in sight.

"Damn," Harry thought. He knew he was meeting Ron and Hermione later that day to go to the Burrow and didn't want to turn up smelling like alcohol and sex. Scratching his bare stomach Harry turned the tap on, which chocked and struggled for a minute before letting out a gush of water. Harry cleaned himself best he could before walking back to the "bedroom" he had woken up in to claim the rest of his clothes.

His latest conquest was still sleeping, the sheet covering only up to her waist, Harry shook his head. The girl looked so young and small, like a little girl playing dress ups. Where was the vixen that had flirted so openly with him the night before? The street wise beauty that he had wanted to tame. He snorted and shook his head again, Harry had turned into a softy because now even his one night stands seemed poetic to him. Pulling the sheet up to the girl's neck he dressed and left, sauntering down through the filthy streets, the puddles of dirty water shining with early morning sunlight.

Harry wasn't sure what had turned him this way. It was like a light switched on saying if he was going to die soon he may as well live life to the fullest while he still could. Actually that was a lie. He did now what had led him down the path to the underworld of society. And its name was Sarah.

He had first seen her at the park near the Dursleys, her and a group of her friends were crowded around and on the swing set and when Harry first saw them he thought they were a bunch of mad bastards. They all had their hair died, not a natural among them, most of them had it plain black but others, Sarah included, had it lurid colors such as blues' purples and greens. She sat in the middle, a cigarette in her hand, the smoke twirling upwards and disappearing into the night sky. She had bright green eyes and her hair was purple with light pink streaks. She had her labret and nose pierced and he hadn't known until later she also had her tongue done. She talked animatedly about anything and everything, she had a slight lisp which you only noticed if you listened carefully, her eyes bright and the hand which wasn't clutching the cigarette was always moving.

She looked up and caught him staring at her; she flashed him a smile, her white teeth outlined by her bright red lipstick.

"Come here?" she had asked, still smiling. All of her friends turned to stare at him to, some of the guys jeered, one of them even said " leave the norm alone will you Sar?" but she merely rolled her eyes and gestured for him to join her again.

"I'm Sarah," she said when he had finally screwed up the courage to join her and her friends.

"Harry," he said, stuffing his hands into a pair of Dudley's old jeans, held up by a black leather belt Hermione had given him. You'd think by now his friends would have realized he needed clothes instead of the books about quidditch they were always giving him.

"Oh, you're that asshole's cousin. The one that things he's so gangster right? Him and those three little freaks that follow him around. Beating on little kids. Are you like him to Harry, hmm? Do you like to beat up little boys to," she questioned him; there was no anger in her tone.

"Nuh. Dudley's a dick. He only beats up little boys because he can't have them. Closet poofter."

"Oi, the word poofter or referring to being homosexual as a negative isn't accepted here," one of the guys said, glaring at him, his heavily made up eyes filled with hatred.

"I didn't think you were that type. You seem nice enough," Sarah had said. Looking around the group as though daring anyone to challenge her. No one did so Harry was accepted into the group with reluctantly open arms. And that's how it had begun.

He had experienced all his firsts with Sarah in the first 2 weeks that he knew her. His first sexual experience. His first alcohol experience. His first drug experience and his first look into a world he could be comfortable and himself in. 2 days after he had first met Sarah and her group of 10 close knit friends he already felt comfortable. The hostility that existed when Sarah first welcomed him had disappeared and he had spent all his waking hours with them. Most of them lived only streets away and the Dursleys no longer cared where he went as long as he wasn't home.

On the 5th day after meeting Sarah he had finally gone out with her just the two of them. They had gone to into the city and down some streets Harry had never even known to exist. They went op shopping and Sarah bought Harry a knew wardrobe for very little money, enjoying using him as a Barbie doll to dress up as she liked.

It surprised Harry at how powerful and sexy he felt in the clothes she chose for him. A tattered black knee length coat, some old lace up boots, a pair of black pants and a grey shirt later they headed towards a café on the corner, Harry's arm possessively around Sarah's waste, holding her close to him. He loved the smell of her. She smelled of incense, shampoo and perfume. Her own scent and it was intoxicating. They sat at that café for hours, just talking about life, before Sarah took him down a back alley and they had sex. It was dirty, public and quick, but it was one of the most erotic things Harry had ever experienced. He was now hooked on her like a drug.

She took him to bars and clubs, getting him in by bribing the security. They bought drinks and drug cocktails that kept them awake all night and half the next day before they fell asleep in each others arms.

Two weeks later Harry saw her in the arms of another guy. He didn't feel his heart break, he didn't hate her, and he didn't even hate him. He knew she was like this when they had met and he had become her victim any way. Her project. He was thankful she had because she had awoken a knew side to him and he loved it.

Harry smiled at the memory of Sarah as he found his way back to the Dursley's. He had seen her often and was always greeted like a long lost friend. There had been many girls since Sarah. But none of them quit met the standards Sarah set. They say you always judge every girl by the first you experience, and it was true.

Harry opened the Dursleys front door and was met by a screaming Aunt Petunia. "Where have you been? All night you've been gone! You were meant to do chores before you left yesterday! What do u think u can stay here for free do you, you ungrateful boy," she screeched following him up the stairs and to his bedroom.

"Shut it will you? Ron and Hermione will be here soon which means u won't have to deal with me for a whole year so try and make these last few minutes pleasant?" he asked, flashing her a grin.

Petunia stormed off leaving Harry to pack his trunk. On top of his completed homework, quills, parchment, clothes and books he placed his Discman and collection of burnt CD's he had gotten off Sarah. Her dad was loaded and was always buying her stuff to make up for the fact that he had completely missed her childhood. Harry locked his trunk and Grabbed Hedwig's cage, startling Hedwig out of her stupor. She immediately began squawking, flapping her wings and struggling to remain on her perch as Harry thundered down the stairs and out the door, yelling goodbye to the Dursleys just as a black Ministry car pulled up out the front. Harry raised his eye brows as his two best friends friendly faces smiled up at him from the wound down window.

"Harry! You look... different?" Hermione said, looking him up and down.

"The ministry decided to send you a ministry car. Perhaps an apology for their dick-headedness last year eh?" his friend Ron said opening the car door and shifting over a seat so Harry could get in. a ministry worker piled Harry's trunk and Hedwig into the trunk, assuring Harry Hedwig would be perfectly safe.

"So Harry, what have you been up to this summer?" Hermione asked, leaning forward to see past Ron.

Alls Harry could do was smile