Bitter

He didn't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him run, like he was fleeing down the street from a something that would hurt him. If Lupin wanted to discomfit himself and run after him looking like an idiot, he had no problem with hiding out somewhere until he gave up looking for him. He wasn't going to go with him. Not so that he could be locked up in a room for all hours of the day, and never be aloud to be near knives or razors in fear he would kill himself. Honestly! Did they think he was a suicidal nut job?

He could at least pride himself that he would never shame himself by doing something stupid like killing himself, even if the assholes drove him to it. Actually, the way things were going, he was more likely to turn dark himself rather then turn these aggressions onto himself. He shook his head. No, he wouldn't go that way. Everybody in his life had screwed him over in numerous ways, but none more then those of the dark side.  He wasn't going to be an idiot and join those who had screwed him over so much.

Harry made his way to the park, swiftly walking towards the old shack that was seriously dilapidated and sat in the woods about five minutes away from the park. He scrambled through the brush, feeling sick to his stomach that he was being so undignified. He walked a little while longer and found it, in all its horrendous glory.

All the windows were boarded up and the place was made purely of wood. Of course, if any adults had known about it, it would have been torn down ages ago. However, every kid in a mile radius knew about it, found it an ideal place to snog in. That or smoke pot.

He crawled in through a loose board that every kid knew about. In the narrow beam of light that barely illuminated the place, he saw two kids on the ground kissing. "GET THE HELL OUT!" He yelled. He two… guys looked up at him.

"What? We weren't doing anything wrong." One of them said.

"I said, get the fuck out!" He voice was soft, but almost scary in its pitch. Both the boy's eyes widened and they exited the rinky-dink little shack quickly, looking fearful.

Harry picked up a lighter that littered the ground and only had to check in the corner of a windowsill to find a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and pocketed the pack next to his wand. So far, he had had to sneak into Dudley's room to find cigarettes, and it was difficult to steal them at the drugstore because they had them behind the counter. Then again, and he smiled as he thought this, he always liked a challenge. Or he had as of recent.

He heard a noise. Wood scraping against wood, and he took a long puff of smoke. "If you value your life stay the hell out there." He yelled, unfazed.

"I guess it's a good thing I don't then, huh?" he heard Lupin respond, just as unconcerned.

"What the hell do you want from me? I ain't going with you. Take a hint and back the hell off." Harry told him, taking another puff.

"What do I want? A little respect from you. I'm going out my way for you here. What were you planning on doing if I hadn't come to get you? Liven in my old shack? Yeah Harry, I knew where this is. I use to transform out here." He said as Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "You think I don't care about you? That I just abandoned you here? No. Actually I spent eleven years of my life looking out for you. You never knew about it, but I was. I lived near the park and I use to watch you from my house. After you went to Hogwarts I moved out but I kept track of your grades and how you were doing in school. I took the job at Hogwarts because I wanted to see you again. So I don't want to hear some crap about me not caring about you."

Harry refused to look surprised and regretful… even if he was. "How the hell do I know you aren't lying? I've been lied to my whole fucking life!"

"Why would I lie about something like that? When have I ever lied to you? You can't judge people by the way everyone else has treated you." Remus told him.

"You never told me you were a werewolf, Lupin. I consider that a lie." Harry spat at him.

"It isn't something you go around telling people. You don't tell people you're a parsletounge."

"That isn't life altering shit! So I can speak to snakes. You never even told me that you, my father, and my godfather were best friends! Did you think I would find that uninteresting goddamn it? You knew my whole fucking history and you didn't tell me shit!" Harry didn't raise his voice over a dull roar, but he still made his point.

"You know what? I'm not arguing with you right now. You're just a bitter 16-year-old kid who has to learn when to shut his mouth." Lupin told him.

"Well fuck you! You aren't my father, you're not my godfather, and you aren't even related to me. You have no fucking say in what I do. Neither does Dumbledore. And I'll be damned if you try to treat me like you do."

"Well maybe somebody should! You need some help Harry. I don't care if you want it or not, but you're coming with me."

"Oh yeah? You'll have to take me unconscious if you want me so bad." Harry took one last puff of the cigarette then put it out with his finger, ignoring the pain it caused.

"I'm sorry then." Remus stated to him. Harry's eyes widened as Remus uttered "Stupefy", but he quickly sidestepped it and made his way toward the other end of the old shack. "Do you want to go out willingly?"

"How about I don't go out at all?" Harry sneered.

"Not an option." Both refused to have excitement enter their voice. "Stupefy." And this time he couldn't dodge it.

Notes: Well, that was sort of a cliffhanger I guess. Thanks for reading so far. I'm sorry if you don't like the fact that Harry was smoking. It just seems to fit his rebellious new attitude. Yeah this will have a lot of Lupin in it, but Harry won't be going soft any time soon, I assure you. Thank you for the reviews.

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