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.

A/N: I know you people probably think this is a way overused plot, but I promise you (if you can't tell already) that this will be totally different from anything you have ever read before.

This is important: Look, I know its been a while since I have updated. Part of this is because I was in the hospital for almost a whole month and have had to go back there a few times. I missed my mid terms and have been studying like mad to do that and make up everything I missed. Also, my friend and beta, Blackraven13 has been grounded or something like that so she still hasn't gotten back to me with chapters. So, I was going to ask you guys if any of you would like to be a back up beta for me so I can get some chapters out faster. I am going to post this one and chapter 5 un-betaed. Please, if you want chapters, help me out here.

Chapter 4: Snape Manor

Last time on Wrong Turn:

"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."

"Moony?" Harry said, dropping his cup.

As the cup hit the ground, the condense spread, mixing with the many shards of glass that now littered the dirty club/bar ground. Slowly Harry looked down, mesmerized by the slight rainbow that was now on the floor, made by reflections off the glass from the lights on the ceiling.

His mind went blank and his heart speed up, pulse racing. Harry's green irises soon became blank and forlorn, like nothing was going on inside his head. What worried Severus and Draco the most, though, was Harry's breathing was becoming quite labored.

Finally Harry said,

"What happened to him?"

"To be quite truthful, we don't really know. His house was all in order, no sign of struggle, but it was empty and the Dark Mark was above. We don't think he's hurt, but the fact that he's missing give us reason to worry."

"Oh, this is wonderful!" Harry cried in false joy, throwing his hands up,

"So we don't know if he's alive and we don't know where he is! How lovely!"

"Mr. Potter, like I said, there was no sign of struggle. For all we know he could have gone on his own accord and the Dark Mark was just a ploy. For all we know he could have done the Dark Mark to make it seem like he was taken,

"This, yes, is unlikely. Maybe the Death Eaters took him and fixed things before they left so it seemed as though he was fine…we just don't know yet. Order members are working as hard as they can," Severus said, trying to calm Harry down.

Harry grew angered at this point, though inside he was screaming with pain, worried to death about Remus.

"Why the hell are you telling me anything if you have no idea what's going on?"

"Because, Mr. Potter, I thought you might like to know what's going on with your new God Father."

Harry was silent for many moments, forcing his heart to calm down. Everything was going to be all right, Remus was going to be fine. At lest, that's what he was telling himself. All the while in the back of his mind different ways for Remus to die were replaying over and over.

"Mr. Potter?" Severus asked after ten minutes of Harry not moving or blinking.

"What?" Harry asked suddenly, snapping his head up.

He looked from Draco to Severus, noting their worried look. Could these people that hate him be worried about him? Could he really trust them? Looking to Draco he saw the mask go on the blonde's face once again and sighed inside. Masks weren't healthy, he knew first hand.

Though you could never tell what Harry was feeling or thinking from appearance, Draco had a tell. Looking into his eyes, if you knew what you were looking for (which Harry did) you would know what was going on inside that pretty little head. And right now Draco's eyes were full of worry and anguish.

Finally, after Severus cleared his throat, Harry tore his eyes away from Draco's, realizing for the first time that night how blue they were. Mercury was actually more correct, for they had a strange glow to them, one never seen before in an eye. Shaking his head physically, Harry stood, ignoring the churning feeling in his gut, the yearn for a hit.

"Let's go," Harry said a bit snappier than he had initially meant.

Without waiting to see if Severus and Draco were following he walked out the door, his guitar case (his guitar inside, of course) slung across his chest, the actual guitar behind him. Once he was outside he pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking a long drag. His hands stopped shaking after two drags and his heart rate returned to normal.

"Thank whoever gives a damn up there for cigarettes," Harry whispered, taking a final drag and flicking the stub away with two fingers.

"Mr. Potter!" Severus yelled from behind him, two pairs of footsteps echoing off the dark, barren walls of the rundown buildings.

The moon was out at its fullest tonight, lighting the dark dingy town a little more than normal, giving the neighborhood an even more rough and sinister feel to it than normal. Harry walked on, not slowing down for anyone.

His boot-clad feet stepped into a large puddle, causing the bottom of his baggy pants to become wet. Though it was the summer, at night it was still quite cold, and soon the wet pants ran over his skin, causing Goosebumps to form all over Harry's thin muscled legs. Behind him Harry heard the two pairs of footsteps that belonged to Draco and Severus speed up and soon one of them was standing on either side of him.

"Glad to see you followed," Harry smirked, pushing some of his hair out of his face.

"Where are we going?" Severus asked.

"My place. It's just around the corner. Bob and I share a small flat."

As they rounded the corner Harry swiftly crossed the street, Severus and Draco following behind him.

"Why are you walking so fast, Potter?" Draco asked, annoyed at the fact that he was getting his pants wet.

"Because this is not a place you want to get caught in…even if you're not alone."

"And why not?" Snapped Draco.

Harry stopped in front of a door and pulled out a key and began unlocking a door. Before he stepped through he looked over his shoulder and said,

"Let's just say there aren't nice people that live here."

When they were up the stairs they came to a door, which had four locks on it, each one Harry had to unlock slowly and individually. Once inside Draco scrunched up his nose in disgust, not wanting to step inside the rundown flat. Though he was told to try and be mates with Harry, and he wanted to, he couldn't help the rude comment that came from his lips,

"Merlin, Potter, you actually live here?"

Harry spun around; astonished that Draco would actually say something so rude. Yes, Draco had been rude to him for six, almost seven years, but they were seventeen years old now. What he said was so juvenile, had he not grown up at all? What made it worse was that Draco was in his (Harry's) home.

"Yes, Malfoy, this is where I live. It's better than where I lived before, believe me," Harry snapped,

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't come into my home and be rude to me. I know it may not be up to your high standards but it works just fine for me."

After Harry said that all was silent except for Harry moving around the room packing his very few belongings in two bags. Something that was missing was his school trunk. Suddenly, in the not so far off distance, three gunshots were heard, followed by yelling and running. Harry, used to this, kept packing, but Draco and Severus looked sharply towards the window.

"What was that?" Draco asked, worry clear in his voice.

Harry opened the drawer next to one of the bed (which Sev and Draco assumed to be Harry's) and pulled out a black handgun. Holding it up he said,

"That, my friend, was a gun. It sounded just like this one."

"A gun? What the hell is a gun?" Draco asked.

"Obviously you don't know much about muggle contraptions. Snape, do you know what a gun is?" Harry asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I do know what a gun is. Though I do not know much about them, I know how dangerous they can be."

Harry smirked in a very Malfoyish way,

"Then you know why you shouldn't fuck with me, because I carry this most of the time."

There was again a long period of silence in which Harry stuck the gun in his pants in the back, un-tucking his shirt and covering the dangerous contraption.

"Let's go," Harry said, grabbing both of his bags, throwing one of them to Draco, forcing him to carry it.

"Where is your trunk, Mr. Potter?" Sev asked the question both he and Draco had been wondering.

"Burned," Was all Harry said before walking out the door and locking it once everyone was out.

As they were walking down the stairs and into the night Severus asked,

" 'Burned'? What do you mean 'burned'?"

"As in lit on fire to a crisp, burned. Don't you understand English?"

"Who burned it, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked more calmly, seeing he struck a spot in Harry's emotions.

"Who the hell do you think?"

They continued walking in silence, Harry following the other two for he did not know where they were going. Running was heard behind them and Draco began to get nervous. Thoughts kept running through his head like,

"What if this person had one of those black things…a gun"

And,

"What if I die? I don't want to die!"

Harry, as if reading Draco's mind, said,

"No, Malfoy, you're not going to die. Even if they had a gun…I have mine. And my magic."

"Harry!" Was heard behind them.

Slowly a smile creped up to Harry's face, know who it was behind them. He also knew that he was soon going to be getting some quick cash. Looking behind them a young man of around Harry and Draco's age was running up to them. His face looked warn and tired, yet young and energetic…like he just hadn't had sleep in a while. His eyes, if you looked closely enough, were bugging out slightly, in fear or shock…maybe both.

"Johnny!" Harry yelled, smiling.

His favorite client.

"Harry, I looked for you in the club, you weren't there, so I asked December where you were, he always knows where you are, and he said you were leaving early to go back to boarding school or something so I ran all the way here and before you go I need my stash!" Johnny said in one hurried breathless sentence.

Smirking Harry pulled out a bag of white powder and a black case. Before handing it to Johnny Harry gave him 'the look' telling Johnny that he owed him something first. With a giant sigh Johnny took a wad of wrinkled, warn money out of his pocket (American) and thrust it into Harry's hand. Then Harry handed Johnny the case and bag.

"Nice doing business with you. I'd say 'see you next summer' but I think I might be dead. So…see you whenever," Harry smiled brightly a cocky smile before walking away, ushering Severus and Draco to lead the way.

"THANK YOU HARRY!" Johnny yelled after them before running off in the direction he came from.

"What was that, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked.

"Just a little side business," Harry said, shrugging.

"Exactly what is this so-called 'side business'?"

"None of your damn business, that's what."

"Holy shit…" Harry breathed as they walked up to the beautiful 1966 midnight blue Mustang,

"Is this what we're driving?"

"Yes, and since you like this car so much, Albus wanted to give it to you for your birthday."

Harry's features darkened.

"So the old bat wants to bribe me now? How kind."

"Don't be daft, Mr. Potter, take the bloody car," Severus snapped, tossing the keys to Harry.

Harry, with his seeker reflexes, caught the keys with ease, looking at them to the car in awe. The car, his dream car, was really his. So, Dumbledore had given it to him as bribery…he wasn't going to listen to a word he had to say, but why not take a perfectly fine car? There would be no way he would have been able to pay for a car by himself, due to the fact that his money was growing thin for having to support himself alone for quite some time.

"Tell me where to go and we'll be there," Harry grinned, putting everything in the trunk except for his guitar and CD's.

"Snape, could you put my guitar in the back with you?"

"Who says I'm sitting in the back, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Me. My car, my rules. Old people in the back," Harry grinned.

This was just too much fun.

After they were all settled in the car, Harry in the driver's seat, Draco in the front passenger seat, and Severus in the back seat in the middle, Harry put in a CD. (The Mustang had been re-done and re-furnished, a CD player put in so you couldn't see it.

"Well, Harry, are you ready?" Draco asked.

"What?" Harry said, stunned.

"What?" Draco asked in respond, startled by Harry's reaction to his question.

"You called me Harry."

All Draco could do was smile.

"You should do that more often," Harry said, fiddling with the CD player.

"What?"

Before Harry pushed play to Billy Idol he said,

"Smile."

TBC…

A/N:

So, what do you think? This is 8 pages, the longest chapter yet, I think.

Anyone want to draw anything for this fic? I had one person, Indigo-Kittie (sorry if I spell it wrong!) draw something, but more would be amazing!

PS. Remember the research paper I had to write and I had you guys help me? Well, I got it back and I got a 96 on it! Thank you so much! We're doing revisions on it so when we're done I will post it in my pro so you can read it since some of you wanted to.

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