WARNINGS: This will be a slash story within the next few chapters. That means male/male (Harry/Draco) romantic pairings. This means lots and lots of kissing, touching, and more...duh. If you don't like it why the hell are you here? All you have to do is click the little x button up there and you will be gone. If you have no problem with this, read on. At some point there will be mentions and descriptions of child abuse and maybe rape. I have recently decided that there will be drug use/abuse and drinking.

DISCLAIMER: Harry and co. belong to J.K Rowling...lucky her. I sure wish Draco belonged to me...mmm.... Songs in this fic belong to various bands, though there will be two or three that I have written (thanks to SlashingLeo for the suggestion that I use my own songs) Um...I think that's it.

CHAPTER 4: Welcome to Snape Manor

"Moony?" breathed Harry, dropping his glass, the jagged pieces scattering across the ground of the club in a million tiny pieces, each a piece of his heart. He and Remus had become very good friends during his 6th year, after Sirius had died. Harry was all Remus had left. Harry's heart seemed to stop for a split second as flashes of what could be happening to Moony right now swarmed his head. He began to feel dizy but pushed it away, putting on his mask of indifference, though inside he was screaming his pain.

"Mr. Potter, before you start your usual tantrum," Harry glared at Severus, "You might want to know that we have no idea where he is."

"And that," Snarled Harry, keeping his voice at a deadly low, "Is supposed to make me feel better?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, it is. I have been to a few Death Eater meetings since he went missing and Voldemort has said nothing of him."

"I see you've learned to say his name," Harry said, keeping his voice as emotionally bare as possible, "Finally," He added, just to piss Snape off.

"You see here, boy," Sev was loosing his patience, "Draco and I are here to save your ass, leave my personal life out of this." Taking a deep, calming breath, he continued, "There has been no sign that he is hurt, though there is none that he is fine. In the headcounters," Harry flinched at the mention of Sirius's house but Sev decided to ignore it, though Draco did not. Sev continued, "there was no sign of struggle, so we don't think he was taken against his will. We could be very wrong about this, though. They could have covered their tracks. Only time will tell."

"Why are you telling me if you don't know a damn thing?" Harry's face was cool and his voice showed now waver, but his eyes, Draco noticed, gave everything away. They were hard and sad, everything inside the raven-haired boy's head was screwed up and messed about.

"Albus thought it was best."

"What ever that prat thinks is best, is quite the opposite. Everything he's done has made my life a living hell, and this year, I'm telling his this."

"I think we should leave," Draco said, not wanting a fight to break out between the man who was like a father and...Harry. The name sounded so foreign, even in his head. It's not that he didn't like it, in fact he thought it was the most sexy name he has ever heard of. Oh my god...did I just say SEXY?! Thought Draco in shock. He smiled at the thought...finally he understood everything. He like Harry. He liked Harry Potter a lot.

"Whatever," Harry sighed and stood, walking over to Bob. After a moment of talking to him he walked to the stage and packed up his guitar. Harry walked to where Bob was sitting again, put on his black leather duster (A/N: think of Spike's duster in Buffy: the Vampire Slayer.) and walked back to where Draco and Severus sat.

"Read?" Draco asked, a little too nicely, causing Harry to look at him strangely.

"Yeah...lets go," Harry swiftly left the club, not looking back to see if Severus and Malfoy were following. Bob's flat was only around the corner.

"Potter!" Harry heard Sev's voice growl. Harry didn't stop or slow down, and in a moment he heard feet running to catch up with him, the sound echoing off the concrete walls.

"It's just up there," Harry pointed to a rundown flat as they rounded the corner.

"That's where you live?" Draco asked, disgusted, but regretted it the moment Harry gave him a look.

"Yes, Malfoy, this is where I live. It's better than where I was."

"What do you mean?"

"Shut the fuck up and follow me inside." Both Sev and Draco were stunned by Harry's tone and his swearing...it was just strange hearing it from his mouth. He used to be so innocent. When everyone was inside Harry began to pack, pulling out a fag (cigarette) and lit it up, taking a long drag.

"Put that out right now," Sev demanded.

"And why would I do that?" Harry emptied his clothes into a bag.

"Just put it out."

"Tell me why, first."

"My mother died of lung cancer from smoking."

"Too bad, I've had a couple friends die from over doses, and I say I want to stop...I want to, don't get me wrong, but you'll still catch me in the bathroom shooting up."

"There will be none of this in my home!"

"Then I will NOT be coming to your fucking home! You can't expect me to change!"

"Mr. Potter!" Severus was angry now. "Listen, and listen closely.

"NO!" Harry shouted, zipping up his bag. "YOU shut up and listen to what I have to say for a damn change!" Draco shrank back from Harry's raging eyes. For some reason it pained him to see Harry...his Harry, in such pain. "I am sick and tired of you god damn people telling me how to live my life! You wonder why I'm so fucked up!" Harry scoffed, "You all want to know why I ran away. Maybe you should ask Dumbledore." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"And what do you mean but that, Mr. Potter?" Sev was trying to keep his anger in tact. Albus had helped him get his life in order. He owed the old man his life.

"Ask him yourself."

"Why did you run away?" Asked Draco suddenly.

"Sometimes its easier to run." A spark went off in Harry's head. Easier to run...hm... Picking up a pad and paper Harry wrote a few lines down.

"What was that?" Sev asked as Harry opened his desk.

"A song...I had an idea." Then he lifted a handful of tattered papers and put them inside his guitar case.

"Other songs?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.

"Ok...ready to go. How are we getting there?"

"We must drive, I'm afraid. Every other way is being watched, and you don't know how to apariate." (A/N: Sorry, I don't have my books with me to check the spelling.)

"Well...?"

"Oh, of course, lets go." Sev lead the way out the door and down the street. Five minutes later they were on the road. Harry was listening to Brand New on his diskman. About two hours later they arrived.

"Well, Mr. Potter, welcome to Snape Manor."

TBC

A/N: Thank you all for your reviews. Um...yeah, I only did that update thing yesterday because I was REALLY busy and I wanted you to know that I wasn't going to be like those people who write something and leave it for a year before updating again. Someone was REALLY rude to me about that. Anyways, sorry about the shortness...its about two and half pages. I am SO busy. I will have the next chapter up before this day next week, though, and that's a promise. Next Chapter: Harry and Draco spend some time together...oo yay! Bondage. They will all discuss Harry's changes, and Draco will contemplate his nipple piercing. Um...the plot still isn't done unfolding, just so you know. Well I am looking for a good Outsiders fic and there aren't that many here. If you know a good one, please tell me! Or if you know a site that has some will you tell me? PLEASE!!! I need suggestions!! I don't know whether to kill Moony off or not. If you got any ideas, just shoot 'em off. You can put them in the review or you can e-mail me I don't care. Um...what do you think so far? Got any good fic, share em with me if you want. That's all, thanks again so much! Oh, Brand New is an AWESOME band, check them out!