Hogwarts High

Fan Fiction by: HuRdLinGbaYbE06

Summary: An AU fic about Hogwarts being an average, normal, muggle high school. Wait! What am I saying?! How normal can a school get with 4 gangs in it? A story about two people finding them selves in an age with drugs, sex, and gang wars. A story of how two people fell in Love; told in the POV of Draco Malfoy.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Well well, Howdy folks! Yes, after about—like a year hiatus I am BACK! Be happy! Well, let me explain my leave of absence. First off, a horribly obsessive pastime of mine has now become the greatness of the website MNI, (www.interactive.mugglenet.com) it's a HP RPing community that I've officially fallen in love with. huggles all MNIers so, that has basically ruled my computer life. Also school/theater/work combo does not make things easier and once summer got here well shrugs I got lazy and just wanted to hang with my friends. With the MNI thing, it's enhanced my writing skills and helped me become better with making everything sound not so- Sap. I read over my story and though, what the fuck IS this shit. Lol. So basically, hopefully this chapter will be more IC for Malfoy and Harry, although I still want to make them more... 'Chummy', but they are going back to Surnames with each other, then in the books. Right ending the rant.

Putting the pedal to the metal it's:

Hogwarts High

Fan Fiction by: Hurdlingbaybe06

Chapter Eight: All's Well That Ends Well.

Finishing the note, I crumpled it up and threw it on the ground. I turned to Po.. HARRY, searching for some kind of answer. How many days did I have left? How are we going to reunite all the gangs at Hogwarts? But most of all, who the HELL was this Voldermort guy!?

The paper lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. I sighed loudly. This was all way too much for me to handle what with Cedric dieing. Sure, we weren't the greatest of friends, hell I don't even have any great friends, but I still respected the guy. I looked up into the sparkling green eyes of Potter. He gave me a sympathetic look.

"Oh Fuck off, I don't need your pity, Potter." I said. I didn't like him thinking I was too 'weak' to deal with this. I was supposed to be a leader, not someone who would break as fast as a cheap trash bag.

"God, sorry I was actually worried about you, Malfoy. If that makes me an ass hole, then fuck you."

I said nothing to his reply, just turned back and looked at that scull. I had placed it on the Heads Table when Potter had handed me my death threat. Looking at the ominous object- the sockets where there once were eyes like mine or yours, the mouth where a few teeth were left but still many gaps, the dent that was once a nose- I was filled with some sort of... fright. I didn't know what was going on... I just- need to sit and think. But, as I sat there looking at the scull Cho burst back into the room with Snape not falling far behind.

He looked- - well, to be honest he looked like he had just drank about a whole bottle of whiskey- - More then likely, it being Snape, he probably had just drunk a whole bottle of whiskey. He walked on unstable legs. His black eyes surveying the scene in front of him, not understanding what was going on. His long black hair fell loosely around his face, framing his eyes that were filled with bewilderment.

"What," He coughed, still surveying the scene in front of him. Cedric lying dead on the floor, Pansy knocked out cold, Granger, Rodger, and 'lil Susie standing over her, glass all over the place, bullet slugs left behind. His eyes fell onto me, sitting there, rubbing my temples still looking at that skull that had sent me such a charming note. "Malfoy... What the hell happened here?"

"You think I know, Snape? I'm as clueless as you. Though I do know," I picked up the skull slowly, it heavy in my hand. I walked over and plucked the note off the floor. Stalking over with much gall over to Snape I thrust both objects in his hands, "What I do know is that I'm in deep shit. Just have a look!"

Snape's eyes blinked, confused by the sudden movements I had made. He examined the scull. I noted that his eyes suddenly seemed to harden, like he knew what that scull meant. He scanned the note quickly. "Deatheaters," He mumbled quietly.

I arched a silvery blonde eyebrow in response, "Well great deductive reasoning." I walked past him over to Pansy and sat; grabbing her hand, the others surrounding her moving away from the two Slyths. "I don't suppose you know anything about them?"

Snape ran his hand down that skull. He didn't want to say anything. I edged him on.

"You do know about them... You went to Hogwarts during there reign... I know you did." I looked at the man I had come to respect, both as a coach and well, as close to a friend a Slyth could get.

His eyes darkened. He looked around at the others that were listening attentively, watching his every move. "Malfoy, I do not feel like divulging my personal life to... unfriendly ears."

"You bastard, Snape! You have no right to keep us in the dark! We deserve to know about- - whoever these Deatheater freaks are more than anyone around here!" Yelled Potter; bringing himself to his full height of 6'2".

"Potter, shut up. It is my personal life."

"I don't care. If you can tell us what the hell happened here, who in the world these Deatheaters are-." Snape cut him off.

"I don't have to tell you anything, Potter."

"Mr. Snape, Sir." Said Rodger cautiously, not wanting to upset the clearly drunk older man. "Sir, we just would like to know some information on them, if you knew any of them personally, maybe if you used to-."

Harry walked up to Snape, grabbing his shoulders yelling, "Why the hell won't you just TELL us?"

"Potter, cram it." I walked over to Snape, pulling him out of Potter's grasp. Harry glared at me; I ran a hand through my gelled hair leading Snape towards a chair to sit. Then I said to him, "You too, Snape. Whatever you have to say can be said to anyone here, I trust them."

The black haired man sneered, and surveyed the group of students. His black eyes fell back to my grey ones, both of us having a silent battle of wills. Finally with a sigh he speaks, "As you wish, Malfoy." He picked up the skull tossing it nervously from hand to hand as he said what he had to say. "The Deatheater reign had been going on since I had been in elementary school. Anyone going to Hogwarts knew you couldn't show your face in the neighborhood without getting beat or worse. They were everywhere. They were at the movies, the mall, the fucking playground for Christ's sake. So- ,"

He rubs the back of his neck, "- So many Hogwarts students decided to join them. I was a freshman when a group of them cornered me down at Central Park. One in particular I had been friends with for a while, Riddle... Thomas Riddle. He'd gone to elementary school with me and moved to the Deatheater territory. He and his groupies cornered me, told me to come join them or they would mess with me."

He stopped in his narration, to shake his head. "I was puerile was what I was. I- I joined them. I started beating up on my own kind. Wither it be Puffs, Ravens, Gryffs... Hell, I even beat up Slyths. But I had to! It was a rough world in my time. Eat or be eaten was my motto. But it got to be too much. One night, Riddle, his goons, and I were out walking the street. Then all of a sudden this girl I knew to be a freshman Gryff decided to show her face. His goons started swarming her like flies to a decaying carcass."

He stopped again, this time to look at all of the heads that were listening so attentively to his story. "I- I'm telling you all of this not because I want to, I'm telling this to show you how horrible it really was."

He took in a breath diverting his eyes towards the skull in front of him. "They raped her. How many times- I don't know. Just seeing her looking at me... Well, I don't like to think about it. I sat watching the whole thing, not lifting a finger to help her. I knew then and there I had to get out- somehow."

He laughed next, "You know the irony of it all?" I was pretty sure the alcohol in Snape's system was affecting him. "The irony of it all is who I turned to for help. It was none other then our fucking principal, Mr. Dumbledore! He was a teacher at the time, hell he was a Gryff teacher. He had herd about the ordeal and confronted me about it. I spilled to him. He told me that I could help- - maybe spy against them." He stopped again. "I need a drink."

"Cho, get him a shot." I said urging with my eyes to make him go on, the tone in my voice telling Cho not to complain. She left quickly and returned with a bottle of tequila, she cautiously handed it to the Coach and he took a sip sighing.

"Well, I did. I went to their meetings, then went to Hogwarts ones. I became sort of- - the head Slyth if you will, although legally in school I didn't have the title. Whenever I went to a heads meeting, it was always secret. I remember, sitting there listening to Potter's father bitch and bitch about all the things what were wrong. I finally told him to do something about it... So, he did."

Harry suddenly walked up to Snape, glaring hard at the older man in front of him. "You know nothing of what my father did, Snape."

Putting the bottle to his lips, Snape looked up at the boy. He took his time and took a long slip of the tequila, removing the bottle and licking his lips to get the bitter liquid off of them. "Potter, you know nothing of what your father did."

Potter lunged at him. Luckily, I was quick to react. I grabbed Potter by the shoulders, holding him off. Snape's nose was bleeding profusely. He held his sleeve up to his nose. His voice filled with pain from the punch, "Potter your father was a fool. He openly made a threat against Riddle, said he would turn him into the cops. Not giving a flying fuck that Riddle would go after him. Even though everyone knew if anyone messed with Riddle, they would get messed with." Potter tried to get at Snape again, I held him as hard as I could. I still wanted to hear what Snape had to say.

"Riddle got to him of course, killed him and your mother. He would have killed you, do you know that? But, you and your damn luck. Well they fought, knife to knife... But Riddle had always been the best on the street with knifes. Everyone knew that, your father was just too much of a hard ass to realize it. He thought he was invisible with a knife, no one could hurt him. Well, Riddle showed him. He killed your father; your mother during the struggle had called the cops. Riddle heard her, and killed her too. He was all ready to go for you when the door busted open. Cops came, arrested Riddle. He's been in jail ever since." Snape's dark eyes flashed with anger though out the whole ordeal. Potter stopped pulling against me, looking at Snape with a look of shock and surprise.

"How- How do you know that?" Said Potter, dazed beyond belief. "I was told they died in a car wreck!"

"Lies Potter. No one wanted to tell you. Think about it, your father died because of his own, stupid, arrogance. Him thinking he was better then Riddle was his downfall, no one wanted to admit that to you. The fact you were orphaned because of your father's overly large ego." Snape gets up, whipping off his nose of the final remnants of blood. He sneers at Potter, looking past him referring the next question to me. "If I'm finished here..."

"No, you're not." I sit Potter down into a chair, my grey eyes meeting his emerald ones filled with rage. "Listen to me, you are to not and I repeat, not leave this chair. If you have any respect for me. Hell, for me saving your life, just give me the respect of your ass sitting down in this chair and shutting the fuck up while I talk to Snape calmly."

He glared at me, not saying a word.

"Good." I walked over to Snape, "What the hell do I do? I can't call the cops or I'm a dead man- well, a faster dead man."

Snape nods, "Get the injured downstairs, I know a guy that can help." He looks over my shoulder, casting a glance over at Cedric's dead body. "With that," His eyes appear to be thinking, trying to figure out what to do with the damaged Puffs body. "With that, just- leave him. We'll figure it out later."

Susie spoke up quietly, the first time she had said anything, Her usually loud, over powerful voice, meek; almost mouse like, "We can't just- - leave him."

I walked up to her, giving her a quick hug; pulling back to survey her. She looked a mess; blood was all over that black widow costume, her hair that was usually the epitome of neatness, was in every direction, her makeup was smeared. "'Sus we have to."

She nods once, looking back at Cedric's lifeless corpse. She walks over to it, kneeling down over it. She placed her hands on his still opened eye lids; shutting them. Then she began to speak, "Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguished the Puffs." She turns away to look at all the heads plus Snape, "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, and he knew the value of a first-rate ounce of coke."

I smiled. I looked around me at the other heads. Potter was still sitting in his chair, running a hand through his hair. His face looked like it had taken too much in during the last hour. Granger, looking as much of a mess as we all did, her usually strong demeanor seeming to vanish in oblivion as Susie said her words about Cedric. She was leached onto Roger's arm; tears flowing freely down her face. Rodger looked drained. His face was pale as he tried to comfort the crying girl. He didn't know what was going on, I could tell. Cho stood next to Snape, the girl who was usually so- - innocent taking the bottle he still held in his hands and drinking a large portion. Snape stood baffled by both Cho's actions and Susie's words. My eyes turned then to Pansy, still lifeless. I sighed then Susie began to speak again, her voice thick with emotion.

"His death has affected all of us, whiter you knew him," Her eyes fall on Snape, "or not.. Remember Cedric." Tears fall down her face turning to her once co-head. She pulled off her class ring, the bright yellow stone shining brightly against the dark picture that had been painted up on that rooftop, "Remember Cedric Diggory." She placed the ring in the palm of his cold hand, just sitting in that position for a while. She whipped her eyes and got up quickly after that. "I'm sorry, I just- had to get that out." She said quietly.

"You said it beautifully." Snape said honestly. She nodded and with one last glance at Cedric, started to head down the door that led back to the party still raging on below.

The others followed, soon only Potter and I were left. I turned to him, "Help me carry her down, would you?"

He said nothing, just walked towards her legs, picking them up as I grabbed her upper body. Potter's silence was- - disturbing. I coughed awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say, Pansy's extra weight making the already uncomfortable situation, well, more uncomfortable. "Erm, Potter- - I- I guess I just want to say sorry to hear- about your folks I mean." Not the smartest thing to come out of my mouth at this exact time.

"Malfoy, fuck off. Like you said, I don't need pity." His words had stung. I just had wanted to give him some sympathy.

'It was odd,' I thought to myself, 'It's odd how much both of us are alike.' The sounds of the party below started to pick up as we made our way in silence down the stairs, cradling Pansy's unconscious body. I heard Snape's voice over the DJ booth downstairs, taking charge.

"Everyone, get the fuck out. The party is over." This was followed by chants of, "Fuck off Snape!", "No way I'm leaving!", and "What in the world is this all about?" form the crowd. Suddenly Susie's voice appeared on the microphone.

"The cops are on the way people, MOVE OUT!" I smirked as I heard people's feet running towards the doors, franticly moving to get out of the warehouse. Susie was a genius.

As Potter and I made it to the already deserted dance floor carrying Pansy Snape came up; meeting us. "Place her in my car; we're going to go to my guy. We can see about Potter's arm and anyone else's injury."

I nodded. Walking out to Snape's green Explorer, Potter and I cautiously laid Pansy inside. We waited outside of it for him to arrive. He appeared moments later, followed by Rodger, Granger, Cho, and Susie. They all took seats in the back of the SUV. Snape stuck his hand out, "Keys, Malfoy."

I raised an eyebrow, "Are you joking me, you've drank plenty for the both of us, get in the car."

He glared at me, but knew that I had a point, "Fine."

I walked around the other side of the car, opened the door, put the key in the ignition. With the engine revving, I put the car in drive and started to follow the directions Snape was yelling at me. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know if Pansy was going to be alright. I didn't know what in the world had gone on that night. The only thing I did know was that right now- I was a wanted man.

I was a wanted, dead man.

..Great.

A/N: Yes, again- sorry about the whole 'deserting this story' thing. Hopefully you people will review and whip me back into shape! Hopefully this chapter works for everyone! Thank you reviewers! I love you MUCHO! And ohh yes, MNI needs excellent writers like all of YOU people so, go check it out if you're looking for some good Role-play! We're being over run with n00bs... shakes head we can use all the good writers we can. Thanks again. And...

Oh yes, Susie's speech is a knock off of the wonderful one done by Dumbly in GoF. I did not write it, just changed it for my own ways. Ohh yes and—

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