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 Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park. They ARE out of order, and I realize this. It was done purposely. The song Harry sings is I Could Not Ask for More by Edwin McCain.

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CHAPTER 10

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Chapter 11: Breaking the Habit part I

Last time on Wrong Turn…

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I'll be a good boy."

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again

Harry ran to his room as quickly as he could as the memories rushed into his head. It was as if they were replaying over and over again behind his eyes. As he tore into his room, the door slamming and locking automatically behind him, the first thing he sought was a bottle of Jack Daniels from his trunk. It was already half empty and the rest was gone in mere seconds. The teen's vision swam slightly and when the warmth in his stomach began to settle his eyes lay upon a baggie of white powder.

He couldn't.

He shouldn't.

He had promised…

But old habits die-hard.

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

With shaking hands the distraught teen pulled a black case from under a tattered shirt. In it lay a syringe, spoon, and lighter. Harry's breath came in sharp gasps now and he tilted the powder into the spoon as carefully as he possibly could. Then came the heating of the powder, holding the lighter under the spoon until the metal handle was heated enough to burn the skin on his palm. As soon as the powder was liquid, bubbling, he tossed the lighter aside, sucking the warm liquid into the syringe.

Carefully, with care as though it were a child, Harry set the syringe down and searched feverishly for something to tie around his bicep. When he finally came upon an old chunk of rubber, used in previous times of crisis such as this, he wrapped it skillfully around his left bicep, cutting of the circulation. Almost as the same movement the frantic teen slapped the under part of his elbow, raising the veins. The blue blood carriers were finally plump and noticeable…ready. The syringe was almost immediately in the boy's hands where he proceeded to inject the drug into his blood stream.

It felt like rain.

Draco sat for long moments trying to process what had happened. Everything was fine…or else he thought. What had gone wrong? They were lying there, kissing, touching, and the BANG! Harry had bolted as the lamp fell to the ground, luckily not breaking. Then the teen had begun mumbling things to himself, things that made no sense…things like "sorry". Why in the world would he be sorry?

What he had said next was even more confusing. "I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I'll be a good boy." What had that meant? Then, suddenly, it hit him. The cold, hard truth, which was painful to even think about. But…there was no way. No way would anyone do that to their own nephew. There couldn't be any chance…

"Severus!" Draco leapt to his feet and began running about the halls, looking for his Godfather.

Footsteps pounded throughout the empty halls, echoing off the stonewalls. The blonde's vision began to swim as panic engulfed him. He had barley known Harry in a friendly way, but he still felt a deep care, respect…love, even, for the teen. He felt the dominant urge to protect him. And so he was. Firstly, though, he had to find,

"SEVERUS!" Draco bellowed, scratching his throat painfully.

"What?" Severus slid out of a room in a rush, his hair askew. "What is it?" He continued, running up to the out of breath teen.

"It's Harry…he's…but it can't be…tell me I'm wrong…"

"You're making no sense, Draco. Calm down and tell me what happened."

And so he did.

The good feeling was gone and replaced by pain. This had happened before, and every time he vowed he would never do it again. But every time something went wrong, he went back to the same…cure. If you could call it that, that is. A bad trip was never something good, and he was again asking himself why he sat here, sweating, his eyes looking for something that wasn't there.

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

Being in this house had surly meddled his brain, because Harry felt guilty. He had never felt guilty, not in years. Too many years to count. And here he sat, shaking, wanting to say sorry to Severus for breaking his house rules. And then he felt angry because being here made him question who he was…made him want to be a better person.

Damn.

Hacking coughs emitted from his small body and fear swept through him once before he remembered that this had happened to him before, that if he just stayed where he was, perhaps he would be alright. Shadows then began creeping upon him and all factual thoughts escaped his mind. All that was there was paranoia and pain.

"Where did he go?" Severus asked frantically, looking around as though that was going to give him his answers.

"I think he went back to his room. I mean…where else would he go, you know?"

With that the two set off in a run.

Emerald danced in the dark.

Emerald laced with a hazy fog.

"What do we do when we see him? Say 'hey, did your uncle happen to rape you?' I don't think that's going to work." Draco asked sarcastically in wheezy gasps as he and Severus bound the steps two or three at a time.

"Let me handle it."

Slowly and dizzily Harry stood and went to the corner. When he found nothing there he slid down the wall, bringing his knees up to his face. Rough hands pulled at long, raven locks and tears began to slide silently down tan cheeks. They were salty…

Salty demons.

A new friend, Harry decided, because there was no stopping them. Crying was such a new thing to him, so novel that he had no clue how to get rid of them. His lips parted and he began to sing. Slowly and softly he began to sing. Words that made no sense to the situation at hand, but calming all the same.

"Laying here with you/listening to the rain/smiling just to see the smile upon your face."

Harry banged his head gently, repetitively, against the wall. The words came out muffled and distorted, but nicely sang all the same.

"These are the moment I thank God that I'm alive/these are the moments I'll remember all my life/I found all I've waited for/and I couldn't not ask for more."

Draco and Severus ran into the room, and though Severus had told Draco to leave the situation to him, Draco knelt in front of Harry, pulling his hands away from his face. Harry's eyes were clouded but as he looked into mercury, he continued to sing.

"Looking in your eyes/seeing all I need/everything you are is everything to me/these are the moments I know heaven must exist/these are the moments I know all I need is this/I have all I've waited for/and I could not ask for more."

Neither of the teens could pull away, their eyes glued to each other. Emerald and mercury melding into one.

"I could not ask for more than this time together/I could not ask for more than this time with you/every prayer has been answered/every dream I have's come true/and right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be/here with you here with me."

The moment was broken when Harry turned to his side and began to empty the meals from the past day and a half onto the floor. Draco looked worriedly at Severus, asking with his eyes what to do. With a sigh Severus made his way over and muttered a spell under his breath. The offensive substance was gone.

"I didn't mean it," Harry whispered, not raising his head from where he was, hung in shame. "I didn't mean for anything to go wrong. I'm sorry Draco."

"Sorry for what?"

"For ruining it. I was a bad person…I got punished for it. But…" Harry began to shake violently with sobs, his salty friends coming back. This time they weren't silent. "I deserved it but I can't get it out of my head. It seems every time I try the memories get worse and worse. I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry…" Harry looked at Severus, "I'm sorry…I broke my word."

"What do you mean?"

"Over there, just…take it," Harry roughly got out of his mouth, his throat on fire. He nudged his head towards where his 'supplied' lay, and Severus muttered yet again under his breath. They vanished immediately.

"I want to stop…"

"What did your uncle do to you?" Severus interrupted harshly and winced when Harry flinched.

"He…beat me up."

"Anything else?"

Silence…for many minutes.

"Damn it Harry!" Severus growled angrily, pulling the sobbing teen to his feet. "Tell me what happened!"

"HE RAPED ME, ALRIGHT?" Harry yelled, trying his hardest to get free of the grip that was beginning to hurt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Severus whispered, letting his grip loose slightly. "I know you don't fully trust me yet, but this is…this is serious. Have you been checked?"

"Yes," Harry sobbed pathetically.

"You need help."

"Don't tell me that!" Harry put his hands over his ears as though to block out the man's words.

"Mr. Potter!" Severus roared, fire in his eyes.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING YELL AT ME!" Harry yelled and pushed the other man away roughly. Harry went to the corner and placed his forehead on the wall. He was slightly drunk and drugged on heroine. His fear was escalating and the bad trip was making everything worse.

"I don't like yelling," Harry said quietly, pulling on his hair again.

"Harry, you need help. Listen to me…listen to me!" Severus pulled Harry's arm until the boy faced him. "You need help."

"I'm not listening."

"You're barley alive…let us help you. We're all you've got now."

TBC…

A/N: VERY different than the original. Sorry for the wait. But…oh my god! Look at that! Click the little next button and go straight to chapter 12!

I REALLY REALLY like this chapter, personally. I put a lot of work into this one.

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