A/N So...I actually am still alive...

Runaway

Chapter 10

Snape couldn't believe his luck. He had been walking along the corridor, thinking of as many ways as possible to kill Potter, when he heard yells coming from Black's classroom. What an interesting scene he had found there.

He had Potter now; not even Lupin could let him get away with threatening another student in Parseltongue! And he was sure that the whole red eye thing must have been some sort of dark magic. Yes, this day just got a whole lot better.

Potter walked behind him as they neared the headmaster's office. When they reached the gargoyle, Snape spoke the password ("I hate rats"), and entered. He was about to knock, when he heard Black's voice yelling from beyond the door.

'No Remus, you listen to me! That boy is not my Godson. I don't give a fuck what Dumbledore says, that is not Harry Potter! No Potter would ever act like he did today! He was sitting with Malfoy and...and..,' Sirius voice seemed to crack, 'he called him James. James...what's going on Remus? I feel like I'm going insane...I just want to know what's going on.'

Severus turned to Harry and saw the teen's face had a slightly glazed look about. The twisted sneering face had softened, it seemed to Snape that Harry's face had melted, making him look like the 17-year-old he was. Remus voice now floated though the door.

'Sirius, a have about as much idea of what's going on has you do. I know it's hard to believe this is Harry and that it's all happened very suddenly. But Dumbledore says this is Harry Potter and I believe him. I don't know what he's been through, but we have to help Harry re-start his life. That's what James and Lily would have wanted. I know that he left because of us, but...'

That was all Snape heard because at point Harry burst into the office. The fact that the door was locked didn't seem to bother him. He stood in the doorway yelling at Remus and Sirius.

'NO, don't say that!' He seemed almost desperate, 'It wasn't your fault! Please, it had nothing to do with you!'

'Harry, what-' Sirius began, but Harry interrupted.

'Sirius, I didn't want to leave you for that long. But I had to! The Durselys would have killed me! Sirius, it wasn't your fault!'

Remus stared at the desperate boy. Talking now wasn't any dark wizard or evil criminal, it was Harry James Potter. In fact, it was probably more of Harry Potter than he had ever seen before.

'Harry, calm down! You say it wasn't our fault, but how are we to know that? Please sit and tell me where you've been and what's going on.'

'Ahm...' They turned and looked at Snape, "I don't mean to interrupt this little reunion, but I brought Mr Potter here to be expelled. So if we could get on with it?"

They stared at him.

'And," He said, fixing Snape with his piercing gaze, 'what, pray tell, are your grounds for expelling Harry?'

'Well, it would seem that Mr Snape thinks that I was terrorising other students.' Harry smirked.

Remus let out a low chuckle. 'Is this accurate, Severus?'

'However, I personally feel,' continued Harry, 'that he is merely jealous of the fact that I don't look like an anorexic Halloween joke.'

It was Snape's turn to stare.

He let out a half choke, half growl, shot Harry a death glare, before storming out of the room.

Sirius grinned.

'So, Harry, where were we...oh yes, you were about to tell us the truth!' Remus turned again to Harry.

However, Harry's fit of openness seemed to have passed. His boyish looks had once again disappeared, to be replaced by an emotionless mask.

'Harry! Not again! Please, talk to us!'

Inside, Harry was having a fierce battle. He wanted to tell Sirius and Remus everything that had been happening, why he hadn't gone back and why he was so different, but he couldn't. Two years of training, beaten into him both physically and mentally, forbad him to say anything to these people. He wanted to break down and cry, begging them to forgive him for causing them so much pain.

But Malfoys don't cry. Malfoys don't scream. In fact Malfoys are cold heartless bastards. And, Harry was a Malfoy. So he sat there, arranging his face into a degrading sneer and steered down at the two men he used to know.

'Well, as fun as this little chat has been, I must be off. I have some students to curse and lessons to go to.'

He got up and left, striding out of the of the room and door and marble staircase. When he reached the bottom, he sank to the ground. Her sat there for a good minute, taking slow deep breaths before standing up again.

'I can't believe I broke down like that! What would Dad say...' He muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor. He was just about to turn into the corridor where the entrance to Gryffindor Tower was, when something ran into him, knocking him over.

Harry jumped up, ready to curse whoever it was to Hell. He looked down and saw a very out of breath Draco lying on the ground.

'Dray? What the hell-' He started.

'Shut up James! The bloody press over there! Some fucking stupid Gryiffinor told The Daily Prophet that you're here. Every reporter in the country's around that corner!

'Damn!' Hissed Harry, 'We'll have to get out of here! Dad won't be happy if there are pictures of me everywhere tomorrow!'

The pair turned and ran towards the dungeons, but found themselves lost.

'What the fuck!' Draco stared at the corridor they were in. He didn't recognise any of it! But how was that possible? He had been living here for seven years!

'Dray, is it just me, or is this corridor not in Hogwarts?' Harry didn't sound scared, merely curious.

'Good Boy James.' Slow, sarcastic clapping echoed around the corridor.

Lucius Malfoy appeared out of the shadows, his long black robe making his pale skin seem to glow. His cold, icy eyes were fixed on Harry. He didn't look pleased.

'So this is what I get for trusting you?' he hissed in a low dangerous voice, 'I let you come back, against my better judgement, after you promise me you can handle the situation. But, even before the end of the first day you have completely failed me.'

'Please, Dad...' Harry started.

'What did I tell you about using the powers I gave you? Not only did you shadow portal that mutt and the werewolf, but also did it in the middle of the students! I tell you to keep a low profile, so you again use your powers in a class. And, just to make in worse, you decide to have a nice little heart to heart with your former Godfather! Explain yourself.'

Both boys were trembling, Harry holding on tight to Draco's forearm.

'How did you...?' Harry whispered.

'I thought you would have learnt by now James. I have eyes and ears anywhere.

Harry paled.

'I'll have to teach you to obey my orders more closely.'

He slowly pulled out his wand.

'Crucio'

A/N Ok, well before people threaten to kill me...I had very, very, very bad writers block. It was like someone had put the Great Wall of China between ideas and me. I'd love to hear from people telling my what you think! Anything ranging from 'Great Story' to a 20 page analysis is welcome! More reviews = Quicker update!!

IDEAS VERY WELCOME!