WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. The song is Smack by 3 Doors Down.
Chapter 3: The Plot Gets Thicker
Last time on Wrong Turn:
"This song is called Smack."
"Rubber headed/motor junky/run me down/and try to stomp me/throw my life away/and I'll be worthless just like you/somewhere now a baby's crying/down the road his mother's dying/shot a line and blew her mind/and now she's turning blue/don't you throw your life away/just wait until another day/don't you throw your life away/'cause baby I can feel it/don't you ever compromise it/don't you even realize it/don't throw your life away/'cause baby I can feel it/now/trip and fall/I'm sure you all can tell me/what is on the wall behind the liquor store/where you smacked up all the time/perfect little life you wasted/overdosed and the death you tasted/scared you back into yourself/and now/you walk the line/don't you throw your life away/just wait until another day/don't you throw your life away/'cause baby I can feel it/don't you ever compromise it/don't you even realize it/don't throw your life away/'cause baby I can feel it/now/life away/life away/life away."
"Thank you all for coming," Harry said breathlessly and walked off the stage.
Before Draco and Severus knew it Harry was in front of them, thoroughly pissed off.
"What the fuck do you want, and why the hell are you here?" He seethed.
Severus took a deep breath and started their story.
"We are here because no one else could come," Severus said as though that explained everything.
Harry stared blankly at him and several minutes later Sev realized he was waiting for more,
"The Dark Lord is looking for you. Dumbledore sent us to check on you and when your uncle told us you moved out we came here."
"Ok…but why you two? Did the old bat forget that we hate each other?"
"Do not speak of Dumbledore in such a way!" Snapped Severus.
"And why not?" Asked Harry icily,
"Why should I be nice to the bastard when all he's ever done is lie and use me?" Harry's voice was gradually getting louder as his anger bubbled.
"Mr. Potter!" Severus suddenly yelled, making people nearby look,
"You will not speak of Albus in such a way!
Harry walked right up to Severus so their noses were touching.
"And what," Harry said in a deathly calm tone,
"May I ask are you going to do about it?"
With that he walked away to the bar and say down in-between Bob and December, leaning into the latter, laying his head on his shoulder.
"Well," Draco sighed,
"That didn't work out how we planned. Should we stick around, maybe follow him home?"
"Yes," Sev walked over to a booth where he could watch Harry better,
"I believe we should. I think the arrogant boy finally snapped, the bloody brat."
"I wonder what happened to him," mussed Draco aloud as he watched Harry intently.
I wonder what's wrong with him, thought Severus, unaware that Draco was wondering the same thing.
Harry looked over at them and gave each one the look of death making each feel very uncomfortable. The feeling made them look away.
"How are we going to tell him?" Asked Draco after moments of uncomfortable silence.
"I don't know," Severus sighed,
"I just don't know. If he isn't already off the edge this might finally do it for him.
Shaking his head, trying to get the horrible thoughts out of his mind, Sev ordered a Coke a Cola for him and a Pepsi for Draco.
"How can you drink that?" Draco asked, changing the tense topic and trying to sound disgusted though he was trying hard no to burst out laughing.
"I'm a Coke kind of guy," Sev shrugged his shoulders as if that should explain everything and then asked,
"And how can you drink that?"
"Well," Draco raised one eyebrow as he spoke, doing a great The Rock impersonation,
"I'm a Pepsi kind of guy."
There was a long moment of silence that was broken when both broke out in hysterical laughter.
Harry looked over at the two Slytherins in annoyance.
"Harry," Bob interrupted his thoughts,
"Who are those people?"
"How the hell should I know?
Bob shrugged,
"You three just looked...familiar, like you hate each other, but familiar"
"Mr. Potter?" A voice interrupted their argument.
Bob, Harry, and December swiveled in their bar stools to look at a man around the age of 35, long brown hair falling to the middle of his back in a pony tail. He wore a pair of loose fitting black kakis and a black Ghost of the Robot T.
"Rod Wisk, Master Records," the man said, holding out his hand.
All three took it in turn, nodding their heads. Rod took a seat in-between December and Harry.
"I take it the other members of your band left early?" He asked.
"Yes," Answered Harry shortly, too nervous to say much else.
"Sorry about that," Bob added, taking a swig of his beer.
Harry and December, being 17 (under the drinking age) both had a Pepsi. (Now, they both wanted a beer, but were unable to get it here legally.)
"Not a problem," Rod said, taking out his business card and handing it to Harry, who took his with shaking hands.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Harry asked, pausing for a second before adding,
"Sir,' for good measure.
"The lead singer is usually the founder of the band."
"Well…I did start it, but…"
"Then you keep it," Rod said, pushing the card back into his hands. He paused for a moment before asking,
"Did you write those songs?"
"Yes, I did. Well, except for Fall to Pieces. I have written all of the songs, most of them by my self."
"It seems you have a tragic life," Rod stated.
Harry just shrugged, not daring to say anything for he did not know where this was going. His hands were sweating and his head was spinning. The only thing running through his mind right now was,
This could be our break!
"Very fitting," Rod smiled at the three,
"You look the type for the music, you act the type," He thought for a second,
"Hell, you've lived it. Your real. People love that."
The three nodded, showing they understood what he was saying.
"How old are you?" Rod asked them.
"An adult, that's all you need to know," Bob said, holding up his beer bottle, as if proving it.
Harry knew this wasn't going to be good for him or December though, both being minors.
"17," Harry and December said at the same time.
"Your parents?" Rod asked them.
"Mary and Dan Rizzo," December said, watching Rod write things down.
"Dead," Harry said.
"Guardians?"
"Don't have any of those, either, sir."
"Whom do you live with?"
"Bob."
"Hm…this might make things slightly more difficult."
Rod stopped talking and began writing things down, pissing Harry off slightly.
"What do you mean?" Harry sounded way too agitated for his liking (this was an agent, after all) so he added in a calm voice,
"Sir?"
"You are under aged, a minor," He looked up at Harry once before continuing writing,
"With no legal guardian.
Well, thought Harry,
Technically I do have guardians…but I sort of ran away…
"We might," Rod's voice brought him back to reality,
"Have to wait until you 18th birthday to actually do anything."
"That would be fine, sir," Harry sighed,
"I go to a boarding school so I am gone the whole year, anyways."
"Well, then, I must be leaving," Rod stood and handed Bob a piece of paper,
"Please write you name, number, and address on there, please."
Bob wrote his home and cell number on the slip of paper before handing it back to Rob, who immediately put it into his palm pilot.
"Thank you," All three said.
Then Rod was gone leaving them to think of the possibilities.
"OH MY GOD!" They all yelled, causing many people near them to stare, and people they knew laughed.
"I'm guessing something very good happened," Laughed Draco, confused with himself at why he felt so happy.
"Yes, it would seem so. It might actually be good for the boy."
"He looks so…happy," Draco sighed dreamily,
"He should smile more."
"Draco," Severus warned.
"Hey."
Both Severus and Draco jumped at the sudden voice behind when and both whipped around to fine,
"Mr. Potter, finally ready to listen?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm in a good mood now. So…speak, wanker."
Harry set himself into a seat next to Draco.
"Malfoy," He nodded.
"Potter," Draco said sternly but inside he was a mess.
Having Harry so close to him was torment.
"Well?" Asked Harry impatiently.
"Yes," Severus cleared his throat,
"You ran away."
"Wow…" Harry mock gasped,
"Your observant. How did you know?"
"Don't play games with me, Mr. Potter. Your sarcasm is not funny."
"I thought it was," Harry laughed.
"Lets get to the point, then," Sev took a sip of his coke and began the story,
"When you ran away The Dark Lord soon became aware of it. He and his Death Easters have been looking for you ever since. Am I correct to guess that you have put wards up at the place you are staying at now?"
Harry nodded and Severus continued,
"They were not sure of where you were…but now they do. Someone saw you and told him. They are coming in no more than five hours."
"When is he not trying to kill me? Seriously, this is getting old."
"This is not to be taken lightly, Mr. Potter, because now you don't have anyone to die for you."
Harry tensed at Severus's statement.
"If you want to see tomorrow, I suggest you never," Harry said through gritted teeth,
"Ever say that again."
"Now that I have your attention I think we should continue. Albus has ordered that you, Draco, and myself go back to Snap Manor for the remainder of the summer, so that would be about a month. We need to stay low and no one can know you are there. I am still a spy for the Light, after all."
"Wait…I have to spend my summer at Snape Manor…with you two?" Harry burst out laughing,
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Mr. Potter, I am not kidding, nor am I amused by your childish antics. I do not like this any better than you do, I am afraid. There are more things we must discuss when we get to my manor.
"Fine!" Harry threw his arms up in defeat.
"Oh, and Mr. Potter, there is one more thing we need to tell you, and I do not like doing this at all, no matter how much I do not like you."
"What?" Harry stopped what he was doing, knowing this was not going to be good.
"It's about the wolf."
TBC…
A/N: Chapter three! And oh! It's a cliffy! I know you guys MUST be loving me! (Even though some of youalready know what's going on)Please review and I will love you forever!
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