(A/N): HI! Um yeah, this is something I started a couple of months ago and I just found the first chapter. I hope you enjoy my new story "Home." By the way, I'm not really sure why I wrote so much for the first chapter, but I will try to continue this trend for my readers, love you guys!!

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything you find familiar. By the way, this is rated for language, future risque scenes, and just generally to keep me from getting it deleted, k? With that out of the way, here's my new story.

Chapter 1

"Shut the fuck up! I work all bloody day and then I have to come home and listen to your shit! Just shut your bloody trap!," a male voice yelled.

Quieter tones followed his outburst and then a shrill female voice escalated suddenly. "...dare talk to me like that. I asked you one fucking question and you get defensive. It's not my bloody fault you can't keep your lies straight."

"Lily, don't even..."

Green eyes stared silently out of the window. The full moon highlighted the pale, bruised skin and showed his thin, frail body. Messy black hair fell partly into his eyes, but he made no move to unblock his vision.

He shut his eyes as the shouting started downstairs. Every night, the same fights between the same two people. Sometimes it was about work, or his dad's drinking, but usually it was about him. His mother would work up the courage to finally defend him against the abuse every other month or so, but afterwards she was no further help. She made it worst and he truthfully wished that she would stop before he hit her too. Thankfully, he was not the focus of the argument brewing downstairs.

The small child moved silently and stood up gracefully from his tightened position on the window sill. Stealthily, he made his way over to a plain wall in his room. Looking closely, he found the small indention in the wall and pressed it gently. A small click was heard and the wall seemingly opened up.

The jewel-eyed boy crawled into the small space until he reached a thick blanket. He shut the 'door' behind him and silence finally covered him. He felt around for his flashlight and flicked it on. Looking around he found his pillow and blanket and laid his head down before turning the light off and laying in darkness.

In his secret place , no one could yell at him. In his hideaway, his dad couldn't reach him. Couldn't hit him like he usual. He was clean in his small space, not 'dirty' like his dad said he was. Here he was safe, secure, but ultimately alone. Sometimes he wished and prayed for a friend or a loving family, anything, but nothing ever seemed to change.

The raven-haired boy hastily wiped away his tears and bit his lip. He couldn't cry. His father said he looked like a faggot when he cried. The little boy didn't know what that was, but the way his dad had said it, it must be something bad.

He turned on his side and stared at the emptiness beside him. He gnawed on his lip again and found himself closing his eyes and clasping his hands. 'Dear God,' he started silently, 'please let me find a friend. I promise I'll be extra good and I'll even let Daddy hit me anytime he wants. I promise never to cry again if someone is mean to me. Just please let me have a friend. Amen.'

His prayers were left unanswered, but he continued to follow through with his promises just in case. After two years of nothing, he stopped.

He never prayed again.

Years Later...

"Potter...Harry...Harry!"

Harry Potter blinked as the voice broke through his troublesome thoughts. He then noticed the concerned brown eyes in front of him and swallowed slowly.

"Mr. Potter are you alright?" Ms. Miller, his Literature teacher asked slowly.

He forced a smile and then looked around at the empty classroom. "Where'd everybody go?"

Tabitha Miller sighed to herself before answering, "Everyone left, you know for lunch?"

"Crap...I-I mean, I'm sorry, but I have to go," Harry stuttered while rushing out the door, leaving the confused woman behind.

Green eyes glanced at the groups of kids outside and tried to find an empty seat. A 360 degree view proved that the 'yard' was pretty much full thanks to the usual cliques. The popular kids lined the outskirts under the expensive lawn umbrellas while everyone else was subjected to the sun and all the other elements that Mother Nature decided to hit them with.

Harry spotted a stone bench not to far from the popular kids and sat down. He glanced down at his sad excuse of a sandwich and poked it.

'Hopefully it will come alive and run so I won't have to eat it,' Harry mused silently.

Unfortunately, no such thing happened so he ate with a slight grimace.

When Harry finished his 'lunch,' he glanced around at his surroundings, taking in the boisterous group of 'Ambercrombie models' a table away from him. In particular Draco.

Draco Malfoy was the hottest guy at Ridge High. He was captain of the football team and co-captain of the swim and track teams, and he was only a junior. He had no girlfriend to speak of, but still got along well with everybody, including the girls he turned down. Draco had white-blond hair and the greyest eyes--

'Shit,' Harry thought, lowering his eyes immediately. 'He caught me staring at him.' The green-eyed boy glanced up again and noticed Draco giving him a weird look, kind of calculating. Harry felt his skin flush and abruptly stood and left the yard. He failed to see the grey eyes follow his departure.

Harry cursed his blunder silently and glanced at his watch.

'Fuck,' he thought to him self, walking a bit faster, 'hopefully he's already lef--'

The rest of his thoughts were cut off as he broke the corner of the hallway. As usual Tom Riddle and his buddies were waiting for him.

The raven-haired boy contemplated turning back, but they had already spotted him. He reluctantly walked closer and gave the taller boy a tight smile. "Hey you guys, can I get to my locker please."

"Oh this behind me? I'm sorry," Tom feigned innocence and stepped to the side.

Harry slowly opened his locker, extremely conscious of the eyes watching him. As he opened it, Tom cleared his throat and Harry tensed.

"Potter, got any money for us today?"

"No Tom, I--," Harry started, but stopped as he was pushed face first into his open locker door. Wincing, he thought back to how the two of them met.

First week of school...

Harry glanced down at his tray of "food" as the lunch ladies called it. He searched for a place to sit and moved without looking. Because of this, he failed to notice a guy stick his foot out in front of him.

The green-eyed boy tripped immediately and winced in pain as his hands broke his fall. He did a double-take at his hands. "Where's my--"

He was unable to finish his sentence as he noticed a tall boy glaring down at him. Harry was confused for a moment before noticing his "food" covering the older boy's clothes..

Harry scramble up and immediately started stammering apologies and trying to pick the slimy food off of him. Suddenly, he was pushed away and the upperclassman sneered at him disdainfully before leaving.

After that, Tom Riddle wouldn't let a day go by without bullying him or teasing him in front of others.

Present...

A sharp pain drifted from his back and Harry blinked as Tom sneered down at him.

"Now I'm going to ask you again, do you have our money today?" Tom repeated.

"I already told you I'm not giving you any money, now let me go!" Harry yelled.

Tom held the smaller boy up by his shirt and pulled his hand back to hit him, when footsteps were heard. Around the corner came Draco Malfoy.

"Damn Malfoy, you scared the shit out of us!" Tom grinned. "Come help us beat the shit out of this freshman!"

"No thanks," was all that Draco muttered and kept walking as Harry looked at him with pleading eyes. Green and grey met for a moment, but Draco quickly looked away, keeping his face blank.

Harry searched for another alternative and hopefully said, "Okay you guys can let me go now."

A smirk suddenly appeared on Tom's handsome, twisted face. "Fuck that! We're stuffing your pretty little ass in your locker."

Harry looked again after Draco who was almost at the end of the hall. He watched the blonde stop and look over his shoulder and he felt himself brighten at the prospect of help, but then he was pushed hard into his locker and gave up on any such aid.

His stomach tightened as he thought of the uncaring grey eyes burned itself into his mind.

"On Monday you better have our money our its toilet time. Got that bitch?" Then the three of them laughed and Harry closed his eyes in relief as their footsteps echoed away from him.

Harry sighed to himself and let his mind wander until someone found him. The green-eyed boy was thirteen and small for his age. Truthfully, he was the smallest freshman and he was teased constantly for it. He ignored it mostly, but ever since that day at lunch it had gotten worst. Tom and his dick friends started beating him up and taking his money.

Harry sighed to himself, in about five minutes the hall would be flooded with students and he'd have to face the humiliation when someone broke him out. Unexpectantly, a face appeared through the slants of the locker. Harry froze at the sight of the clear, grey orbs.

A loud bang was heard and Harry's lock broke and after a moment the door swung open, revealing Draco Malfoy.

Harry just stared at him and blindly stepped out, stumbling. He prepared for the impact, but instead found his face in a warm, firm chest.

The raven-haired boy froze and could barely breath as Draco held him up. He only moved when he felt himself begin to harden and reluctantly pulled away from the strong arms holding him up.

"Thanks," Harry whispered, while trying to will his blush away. Standing so close to him wasn't helping either.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment before holding his shoulder. "Those guys are assholes, especially Tom. Don't let them get to you," he said and walked away before Harry could say anything.

Glancing back at his broken lock, a smile appeared on Harry's face and before he could think about it, the bell rang.

Although what Draco said helped, Harry felt himself get more and more pissed off as the day went on until it was time to go home.

Green eyes stared out of the bus window, trying to ignore the constant chatter around him about who kissed who and who dumped who. It pushed his nerves to its limits and he found himself getting more and more agitated. The shove he received as he was getting off the bus from a senior behind him didn't help either.

Harry felt his body shaking slightly before he made it to his room and collapsed on his bed in tears.

'They didn't pick on anyone else, why me? I don't deserve it...do I? Ok so I'm gay, but no one knows that. The bastards do it just to hurt me and make them think they're superior,' Harry thought angrily in his head.

Before long, thoughts of Draco Malfoy breaking him out of his locker consumed him. He made the day kind of bearable. Harry smiled to himself and got up with renewed energy.

He started to toss some clothes into a bag and froze as a harsh voice sounded out drunkenly in his room.

"--arry, we-we're the 'ell are you goin'?"

The green-eyed boy squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, before zipping his bag. He threw it over his shoulder before facing his inebriated father. He looked into the hazel eyes for any source of love and hid the hurt deep inside when he didn't find any. "I-I need to clear my head for a bit." He paused as James remained stone-faced before continuing, "I'll be back before nine."

Harry watched his 'father'(if you can even call him that) scratch his crotch obscenely and couldn't stop his mouth from dropping open in surprise when he answered, "Yes."

James Potter walked away sneering, "Shut your mouth before I shut it for ya."

Harry immediately clamped his mouth shut and hurried out of the house, walking the three blocks to the local gym.

It was a pretty nice place, set with gyms, tracks, and general gym equipment. His parents were members at 'Endurance,' which was the name of the health center, so he was able to get in with no problems.

Harry arrived in the locker room and was kind of relieved that it was pretty much deserted. Taking that into account, he changed quickly into some jogging pants and a t-shirt. Walking out to the indoor track, he was surprised to find it virtually empty besides the two elderly men walking together.

The green-eyed boy wandered over to an empty space near the door and started to stretch. After about three minutes, someone interrupted the silence.

"You're doing that wrong."

Green eyes turned to see Draco in just a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, watching him. "How am I doing it wrong?"

"Well, if your going to run, thats pretty much going to give you a cramp after a mile," Draco answered.

Colour flushed his cheeks and Harry ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair. "I didn't know...this is my first time," he admitted quietly.

Draco stared down at him before speaking. "If you want, I'll run with you and teach you how."

"You want to run with me... the freshman fa-- a freshman?" Harry blurted out and then blanched as he realized Tom's name for him had entered his subconscious.

Draco frowned at first, but then visibly brightened as Harry corrected his blunder. Smiling at the smaller boy he stated, "I don't care what grade your in, come on." He pulled Harry up with ease and completely missed the shudder that ran through the raven-haired boy as their hands touched.

Harry reluctantly let go and timidly said, "Thanks for helping me out of my locker earlier." Draco just grinned at him before leading him through the stretches.

As they began to slowly jog, Harry's curiosity peaked. "If you don't care that I'm not an upperclassman, why did you just walk past when they were stuffing me in my locker?"

Draco stopped suddenly and took a long look at him. Harry froze at the sight of the grey eyes gazing at him, struggling to will his growing erection away without breaking eye contact, when the blonde boy finally spoke.

'Harry, to be honest I knew they wouldn't really hurt you. They're weak as well as assholes. And, if I had rescued you at first, people would change their opinions of me. They all see me as this mysterious being even when I'm not.

The raven-haired boy thought Draco's answer over in his head and fought a smile. 'Draco knows my name...me, the faggot freshman, he knows my real name. He has the school pretty much wired.' Harry smiled to himself, surprised and elated that Draco had shared something like that with him and a bit curious to see where it would take them next.