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. (yes, I'm using it again). The other song I wrote…its not my best, but I needed something for the part so when I wrote it I wrote it quickly.

Chapter 12: Breaking the Habit part II

Last time on Wrong Turn…

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

"I want to stop," Harry said suddenly, closing his eyes tightly, attempting to clear his mind.

"Stop what?"

"Stop using."

"I'll help you…" Severus looked at Draco, "We'll help you."

"I don't like asking for help. But I know…I know I can't do this on my own. I know its wrong, I know I shouldn't do it, I know it could kill me, I know everything! But what I don't know is how to stop! I've tried before, but…I just can't…" Harry choked back a sob.

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Three days later Harry was having a very hard time dealing with the withdrawal. He would break into cold sweats and would vomit after every meal. The shaking increased every day and sometimes Draco would have to hold him until it subsided. The blonde was very supportive, holding his hair back when he was leaving over the toilet, placing sweet kisses over his neck as he held the shaking teen.

Severus was there as well, doing all he could, brewing appropriate potions. Sometimes, when he watched Draco murmur comforting things in Harry's ear he felt useless. But then Draco would come to him, saying Harry was asking for Severus's presence.

Severus felt like…well…almost like a…father…

Harry, bundled in a thick blanket, had a pad of paper out in front of him, a pen gripped in his shaking fingers. A song was on the surface of his mind, ready to be put on paper. After a short coughing fit his finger began to write, ablate shakily and sloppily.

You say I'm just a menus

That I just make a mess

You say you can't deal with me

But how could this possibly be when...

You hurt me everyday

You know just the way

To break me

You know what to say

To bring me down and bury me

Keep me there for all eternity

My weakness is you

You and no others

Your fist...

Your voice

It's haunting me

It's a pistol ricocheting off the wall

Then the silence...bliss

Draco came into the room then, two mugs of hot tea, and sat next to him. Harry set the pad down and turned to Draco. They both smiled and Draco gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

Perhaps Harry was finally ready to let everything go.

Perhaps he had found a place to call home.

And perhaps he had finally found someone to love.

Perhaps…

TBC…

A/N: Yes, I know, short. But…oh man! I'm on a role! Just click that next button again and go to chapter 13!

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