Ronald Weasley had been murdered but his brothers survived the massacre, seeing as they were making a deal that night with some house elves. The Gryffindor house had been broken up among other houses do to the loss of house mates. Harry had been assigned to Hufflepuff, he was amazed to see that they not only dealt pot, ecstasy, and moonshine, but they also were dealing LSD, shrooms, ether, heroin, speed, kedomein, crack, meth, coke, and all forms of tranquilizers. Harry's first night there he had smoked 6 bowls of laced white widow, injected 3 ounces of pure heroin, and eaten 26 caps of shrooms. By all means he should have keeled over and died that night but his new house members had concoctions for that kind of thing. This was looking to be very promising.

All the female members of the Gryffindor household had been broken up among the 3 other houses. Harry had the unfortunate luck of being stuck with that whiny bitch Hermione. He kept wishing that she would have been killed along with everyone else who died that night. Harry had promised himself that if she wasn't dead by the end of the year then he'd off her himself.

Since the deaths of Gryffindor students, there had been more and more death eater activity on the Hogwarts grounds. Late at night you can here them chanting "White Power!" at their gatherings somewhere in the forest. It was very odd that Dumbledore hadn't stopped these meetings. It was even odder that you can sometimes here a voice that sounds like his organizing them. Harry thought their white robes and hoods were silly.

Harry tilt his head back onto his four-poster bed as the cocaine soaked into his brain. Harry rubbed his eye out of habit. His face was starting to go numb. He glanced up and saw one of his new housemates standing over him. Harry couldn't remember his name at that very moment so he didn't say anything. It was the other boy who broke the silence.

"Times are very dangerous" said the boy in a comforting voice. "You may need protection Harry."

"Oh?" said Harry in a slurred kind of way.

"Yes, and I'm willing to offer it to you for a price."

"I'm not sucking your cock so you can go fuck yourself faggot."

Harry had experiences with a few boys in his time but he had never taken it in the ass or got on his knees for any of the little pricks. Harry was the butch and he intended on keeping it that way.

The boy hadn't said anything to that remark but rather had forced himself onto Harry and was trying to pin him down. On any other kind of drug Harry might have succumbed to the kid, but the coke had made him energetic and angry. He struggled but finally managed to get the upper hand and threw the kid off of him. Harry got to his feet as the kid landed on his ass.

"Don't know who you're fucking with." said Harry as he kicked the kid in the face causing blood to splatter on the adjacent beds.

The boy was on his hands and knees coughing out blood and a tooth or two.

"You wanna fuck me? Well fuck you" spat Harry as he undid his pants and propped the kids ass in the air. Harry pulled out his kris bladed knife when the kid started to squirm and held it to his throat.

"You fucking make a noise and the last thing you'll see is the back of my throat when I suck your fucking eyes out"