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Baby Psycho

Yay, it's chapter three of Gangster Times. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last 2 chapters of this story, hope you like this one. These chapters might not get updated on a regular basis

a) Because I'm writing several other stories at the moment, and b) I'm rather lazy.

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DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything in this story, not even Frida. I'm pretty sure there's someone like her out there somewhere.

RATING- PG-13

WARNINGS- A few swear words, mention of substance abuse, rape and a mental picture of Harry in boxers.

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Gangster Times

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My rackets are run on strictly American lines and they're going to stay that way --Al Capone

Louis Emerson was born to a victim of a rapist. At first the chance of him being born was very unlikely, until his mother saw the extra few dollars she could make a week if she kept the child.

Needless to say, the Emerson household was lacking in the love and nurture needed to raise a little boy. The child in question quickly learned to provide for himself, the only way he could survive,

At the tender age of 11 Louis Emerson was an orphan. His mother had run off with her boss at the local diner. At first he was shipped from foster home to foster home, but he had already tasted the freedom of living by himself and that's what he wanted.

So before he had even reached puberty, Louis was living a life of petty crime. There was something special about the boy, something that made him stand out from all the other two-bit crooks he associated with.

Louis had potential. He was good at business, talking and, even more importantly, he was good at being a criminal. Throughout his teenage years he built a reputation as the future of crime. Understandably some people wanted him gone, but none succeeded in getting him off he streets.

By 25 Louis had a hand in every type of trade imaginable, and by 30 he was running them. Now that he was a major player he made the decision to change his respectable name to 'Lou E' and move to a mansion on the upper coast.

But on his 33rd birthday a small girl appeared at his doorstep. No one knew how the blonde moppet had made it past the security, but they guessed it was the striking resemblance to her father. Louis remembered his childhood and vowed that his daughter would have the best in life. She would have a father who loved her more than anything else.

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Harry stared out the window, watching silently as the lush vegetation sped by. He and Draco were headed to a small village just off the Bronson river, it was a quiet place and the people were happy to forget faces.

Conversation had died out somewhere between the 5th and 6th hour of driving. Draco was irritated and tired, the fact that they were on the run didn't help matters much at all. Harry watched as the last fragments of light faded into darkness. They needed to find somewhere to stay, Draco had already thought of a place. It was a small Bed and Breakfast, not many people knew about it and it was relatively cheap.

Draco flicked on the blinkers and gently eased the car into the next lane and up the exit ramp. The change in areas was evident, the neon glow of all- night diner's and gas joints was replaced with the darkness of woodland suburbia.

Every now and then Draco would fumble with the street directory that was precariously balanced on his lap. Finally, after what seemed like hours of driving through murky woods, they pulled up outside an arena of wood cabins. A small homemade sign welcomed them to Friendly Frida's Cabin Lodge.

Draco parked the car while Harry walked over to the office to pay for a room. Personally Harry thought the title of Friendly Frida was a bit misplaced. The woman behind the counter looked like she wrestled grizzly bears for fun.

"A room for two please" Harry asked, the woman grunted at him before shifting her impressive girth round in the seat. She plucked a key of the wall and exchanged it for the money, then proceeded to ignore him.

Harry smiled at her then asked, "Aren't you going to wish me a good night?" Frida looked at him blankly before registering the joke and replying with a curt no. Harry smiled again before leaving the room.

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Draco was standing just outside the door smoking, the wispy smoke drifting of into the night sky. He stood silently for a few minutes before flicking the lit cigarette onto the pavement. Snickering quietly to himself as Harry stamped out the glowing butt.

The search for cabin number 10 took a while and by the time they reached the room Draco was about to drop. Harry fumbled with the key, trying to get it in the right way, finally he won and the door swung open.

The room looked like a prop out of one of those ridiculous 70's movies. The furniture was all gaudy and plastic, the wallpaper looked like it had once had red stripes and there was a bunch of daisies on the small dining table.

Luckily it was a two bedroom cabin, and Draco was too tired to care that the mattress was lumpy and the sheets were starched stiff. All he did was kick of his shoes before collapsing on the bed.

Harry made it slightly further, he managed to take of his pants and shirt before surrendering to the heaviness of sleep. Even though the bed was lumpy and the sheets were scratching his back, Harry couldn't remember feeling as comfortable as this ever.

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"Damn Yo! Dems' my men!"

Mrs Lilliani shook her head as that exuberant cry waffled it's way in through the flimsy walls. She had come to expect outbursts like that from her neighbour, he was, as they say, missing a few screws upstairs.

Severus Snape wasn't your usual bad neighbour, in fact as neighbours go he was quite good. Most of the time he was quiet, so quiet you could forget that he was alive, but when he had clients over he became the most outrageous man possible.

Severus was sitting on his couch in his usual garb, long shiny black pants and a long sleeved green t-shirt with the words 'I am Genius' printed on it in white. He was unusually tall, at least 6 foot 5" and he had long greasy hair that had been dyed a selection of colours.

He was intelligent person, and if he had bothered to attend school in his youth, there was a good chance that he would be famous and rich. Unfortunately for him, chemistry was the only subject he found interesting and he had followed a career path in that field. Severus Snape was a drug producer and dealer.

He was also Draco's cousin. Well they had been cousins a long long time ago, back when they had both lived in their large European mansions with the maids and butlers. He was also Draco and Harry's dealer. Now to see that his little cousin's friend was suspected for murder, well it was something that deserved getting high.

So that's what he was doing before the phone rang. After a quick search under the couch he found the phone and answered. A familiar voice was on the other end, "Severus? Is this Severus Snape?" Severus nodded stupidly before realising that the other person probably couldn't see him,

"Ya, dis is him"

"This is Drake, can we stay with you for a while?"

"Yeah, MAN! My shit's your shit. When ya gonna get ere?" Severus waited for a reply, but there was none, Draco had already hung up on him.

He leapt up from the couch, his cousin and his friend could be there any moment, he needed to clean up. There was bed's to make, clothes to wash and shopping to do. Severus let out a yell of excitement.

"GOOD SHIT! I gots visitor's"

Mrs Lilliani shook her head again. Sometimes she would have preferred some nice criminal next to her, maybe a bank robber or a car thief. At least they wouldn't yell out rubbish when she was trying to cook.

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Thanks for reading this chapter, I decided that it was time for an update. Please review, I really appreciate it. Severus in this is only 31, Harry and Draco are in their mid twenties.

Next chapter will have either

-Draco and Harry arriving at Severus's house

-Policemen on the trail of Harry

-A romance interest for one of the boys.

I'm not quite sure which one it will be yet but it will be posted in about a week.