A/n: Hello. Not much to say, only that i hope you enjoy this story as much as i do. I will be updating very quickly, ideas just keep spewing out. (Go S.P.E.W! lol) This is the frist time i have every attemped a Boy/boy Fanfic. So if it's a bit corny, please...just try to deal with it. lol I am a big corn ball. LOL But I promise i will only put in a Tiny bit of corniness...ok im just babbling. So yea I hope you like my story and Please please review. It would really boost my confidence.

Warning: This is Male/Male pairings, homosexuality. If you do not like that kind of thing i suggest you stop reading and go back to the safe Fics.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot and whatever characters i make up. JK rowling owns everything related to harry potter. And harry potter himself...(and draco)...unfortunately.

STORY TIME!

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Harry walked up the steps to his room, he had just gotten finished eating his dinner. He was exhausted, the Dursleys had been making him work almost everyday. Waking him up early in the morning and only letting him go to bed if he had done everything they asked him to do. He really can't remember the last time he had a good nights rest. He was always waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He also was hungry lets just say in the Dursleys house hold , still on the diet for Dudley, didn't have much to spare for harry. He really hated it here, and he may have said that before but now he meant it a million times over.

Harry opened his door, walked in and quietly shut the door. He didn't want any reason for Uncle Vernon to come up here shouting. He walked over to Hedwig and ran his fingers over her smooth feathers.

"Here girl." He gave her some owl treats he had gotten before school was out. He knew he wasn't aloud but she really need to spread her wings.

"Ok Hedwig you can have a little fly, but please don't do it around here. Because if Uncle Vernon found out I don't know what he would do. Have fun girl, have some freedom for the both of us." She nipped his finger affectionately. He walked to the window and opened it. With a little screech she flew out.

He chuckled and shook his head.

As he made his way to bed he thought about his friends. He had only gotten two letters this summer, but that wasn't their fault he had told them not to write. The last letter he got, that Vernon found out about, had gotten him a weeks worth of garden work. After that his uncle had told him that if he found out that he was talking to his little "freaky friends" he would be in deep shit. Harry sighed as he pulled his dirty shirt over his head. He turned to the left and examined himself in the mirror. One good thing about all this work was it was doing wonders for his body. His biceps were about half the size they were before, not big but not small either. He some how managed to look more buff than skinny. He, surprising himself, didn't look half bad. His stomach was getting toned from the roof work Uncle Vernon was making him do on the garage.

And it wasn't that he didn't like the work...Ok he didn't like all the work but he liked being out in the sun, the warmth and just being alone and working. He just didn't like the fact that he was forced to do it. He wasn't the type of boy who sat around all summer watching TV (ha as if they would ever let him do that) and just being lazy. He liked to know that, at the end of the day, he had accomplished something. Even if it was for their benefit and not his.

Harry slipped his pants off and crawled into bed. It had been smoldering hot all week, and tonight was just as bad. So he had left the window open in hopes that if there was any breeze it would rush in this way. As harry's eyes started to droop he wondered when it was his turn to run his life...

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That next morning you could find harry, yet again on the roof fixing up some of the weak spots in the tiling. It was the hottest it had been yesterday and harry had next to nothing in his stomach. He was feeling a bit sick and drowsy. Yet, if he wanted to go to sleep tonight he had to get this done. He only had a tiny section to go.

Harry had just finished with the roof when he heard Uncle Vernon's gruff voice down below.

"BOY! YOU BETTER HAVE THAT DONE. GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Vernon shouted up so harry could hear...a little louder than needed.

Harry cursed under his breath as he collected his tools. The hammer was the only thing left and as he went to reach for it his foot knocked it and it went rolling down the side of the roof. Harry froze. Praying to any god up there it didn't hit his uncle.

"AH...BOY!" He heard a yell. "GET DOWN HERE NOW."

Good it didn't hit him harry thought On second thought, now i wish it had hit him. Knocked right out cold.

Harry climbed down the latter and landed on the grounded. He turned around to see a red faced uncle.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE. BOY IF YOU EVER-"

"Uncle Vernon, i swear I didn't."

His uncle let out a big breath. He looked like he was holding out on hitting harry. Harry knew there were plenty of times that he had come close to almost hitting him but he had always gotten a hold on it before he did anything.

"Petunia needs you to get this stuff. I hope your finished up there or you'll be doing that when you get home too." He said in a strained voice.

"yes sir, I finished."

He nodded. "Now get going and don't take to long!" Vernon said as he turned around and walked back into the House.

Harry heaved a sigh and went to put his tools away and run more errands for his ungrateful...family. Ha, Some family.

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Harry was finished getting all the stuff his aunt asked for and he was turning a corner on Backwater road and he saw someone walking in front of him.

A smile light up his face and he called out.

"Hey Zeke!"

"Hey, if it isn't harry potter!" He turned around.

"You still playing maid for those Fucking Gorillas?" He joked. harry put down his bag of items and gaveZeke a one armed hug.

"Against my own will, I have to add."

"Man, you have to come live with me!" Zeke was 22 and lived in a apartment off Grant Street. He did fairly well, he was an art teacher part time at Smelting's and also helped his uncle with his construction Company.

"Yea, I wish man." Harry said.

"Oh well, if you ever get the balls to ditch that hell hole you know where to go." He smiled.

"I'll holed you to it." Harry picked up the bag he had set down.

"Bro, i gotta go. Don't want them exploding for me being late or something."

"Dude, I have to give you props for living there. I mean i would have just beat the shit out of them by now." he said honestly.

"Yeah," Harry laughed. "I bet you would have. Well, I'll see you round. Maybe at the next match or something."

"Yea, catch yea later." Zeke crossed the street and disappeared around the corner.

Harry really liked Zeke. He was a good friend, cool and didn't give a shit what people though about him. He wears what he wants, says what he wants, does what he wants.

Zeke talked when he wanted to, he wouldn't hold anything back. Always gave the straight truth. Harry envied Zeke, wanted to be like him in a way. Zeke was a Goth Boy who was as free as the free come. He was harry's height, about 5' 7 and like him had black hair, but it was straight and went to his shoulders. He wore long cloak like jackets that when he turned it reminded him of Professor Snape. Always turning making his black cloak billowed around him.

Harry had meet him at one of Dudley's matches, about 3 or 4 weeks back.

FlashBack

Harry was sitting next to Uncle Vernon as they watched Dudley beat the shit out of the boy he was against. 'God' Harry thought. 'I hate coming here to watch him fight.' Lets face it harry hated everything about Dudley, actually he hated everything about all the Dursleys. Harry looked to his left, Vernon was cheering boisterously (Well trying to, he was mostly wheezing...) and Petunia was muttering and about how strong her dudders was getting. She occasionally would let a small cheer escape her lips. If he was going to slip away, he should do it soon. But he knew that if any of them just looked over they would see he was missing. So harry, being the bright kid he is, thought of a new plan. If he asked his uncle if he would leave, he would surly let him go he was to caught up at the moment anyway. So harry sent his plan into action.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry ventured, not knowing the reaction he would get from disturbing his uncle.

He got a irritated grunt in return. He figured that meant he was at least half listening.

"May I go to the bathroom?" Man, how stupid did he feel asking this question. He was a 15-turning-16 year old asking his uncle if he could go to the rest room. But to the Dursleys he had no freedom.

"Yes, Yes. Whatever." He heard his uncle mutter. He knew his uncle had no clue as to what harry was asking to do.

Ha thought Harry if he had been paying attention he would have never let me go...thinking I would probably run away or something. Which is funny, I don't know why they care so much.

Harry sighed as he walked down the bleachers, his life felt like such a prison. Actually scratch that, his life was a prison. He really missed all his friends, and he missed Hogwarts. Ah, His second home. Though he didn't really think the Dursleys house should be called a home. More like Boot camp. His life consists mainly; Doing chores, Running errands, Being Punished and being put down. All the stuff he did was for that ungrateful family, never for himself. He knew there were times when his uncle had been ready to hit him, but so far none had come to pass. Harry was thankful for that. He really didn't want to know how it felt to be punched by his heavyset uncle.

If he every Hits me, that's just the last straw. Harry thought really hoping that would never happen. At that moment he would have no one to turn to if he did leave...Ok he could go to ron's house but he would feel bad for popping in suddenly. But he knew they would welcome him with open arms. The Weasley's were like family. The only real family he had.

I wish I could visit them.

He made his way down the halls of Smelting's, not really knowing where he was going. Hmph, such a stuck up place. He turned left and walked past all the different classrooms. He was still walking when he saw a door that was all different colors, it definitely stuck out from all the regular doors which were just plain wood. He couldn't hear anything coming from the room, no one was around anyway. Everyone was at the matches, he had heard from Dudley that since it was one of the all star matches or whatever the classes and meetings were canceled. So he decided to look inside, curiosity winning.

Inside the walls were filled with paintings and there were billboards of poetry. He read some of it. Damn He thought this is really good. Better than anything he could do, he couldn't rhyme to save him life. Though he saw that most of these poems didn't rhyme, but they have tons of feeling to them. Some angst, some romance, some funny. Harry laughed at one funny poem he had just read.

"Pretty Good aren't they." Someone said behind him. Harry paled and turned around. He was expecting to see a teacher or someone from the school but instead he saw a young man in all black, leaning on the door frame. Harry took in the boys profile. From what he could see the boy was definitely Goth, wearing all black and the black eyeliner.

"Oh sorry I just- well I- the match was-" Harry babbled on, but the guy stopped him.

"S'Ok" He replied with a grin. He walked into the classes room, looking at the different art.

"Did you make any of these?" Harry asked trying to start a conversation, he was still afraid he would get in trouble.

He laughed. "Me? No, but some of my students did." He looked over at harry.

"I teach here. Good kids, at least some of them," Harry knew that there were some pretty rough kids here, bullies like Dudley. "there pretty talented." He finished.

"Yes, the art is very good."

He smiled. "Hi, I'm Zeke by the way. Zeke Brimmer" He stuck out his hand.

Harry shook his hand while saying. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Zeke moved over to the back of the room, near the desk. He rummaged around in it for a few seconds. Then harry heard him make a sound of triumph.

"These are what I came back for" He held up keys. "My car Keys. I always forget these stupid things."

Harry just nodded.

"So why aren't you at the match, seems like that's this years thing to be at." He asked casually.

Harry rolled his eyes. Zeke saw and laughed.

"Wrestling not your thing?" He asked amused.

"It's ok I guess. Just the fact that it's my cuz I'm here to watch. I don't exactly like my family."

Zeke shrugged. "Then just tell your parents you don't want to come."

Harry shifted his eyes to the floor. He wasn't about to tell some stranger, that his parents died. Harry just thought that was something a bit personal.

"I live with my aunt and uncle." And as if Zeke had sensed it, or figured it out he let the subject drop.

"Well, I got to go. Maybe we'll see each other at the next match, I'm sure I'll be coming back here then. I forget my keys everyday. No matter how hard I try to remember." They both laughed. As they walked out the door, and said there goodbye's harry found himself hoping he could see Zeke again, because for the first time in...forever he had actually made a friend that he could see while with the Dursleys.

End FlashBack

It was a little past 1 o'clock when he got back from the store. He walked into the house and immediately found at petunia cleaning the kitchen. Her all time favorite hobby, cleaning.

"Here Aunt Petunia." Harry said carrying it over to the counter and setting it down.

"Do you want me to put them away?" He asked. Aunt Petunia was a little nicer than Uncle Vernon but he still didn't like her. She yelled at him all the time and made that high voice it was very annoying, really.

"Yes. Make sure you put everything where it belongs, I would hope you do, you've been living here long enough." She didn't try to hide the fact that her voice made it sound as if that was the biggest inconvenience in her life. Which, he thought, probably was.

After harry was finished he was about to walk out the door, hoping for alittle free time when he heard his aunt call him back.

She glared at him. "What did you think that your work was done, I just have to say the garden needs to be weeded again and you need to water the plants. Plus you never got around to planting my Daises."

Harry sighed, so much for free time. Garden here I come. He thought as he walked out the sliding door and to the shed to get what he needed for her garden.

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Over the next few days he was over worked more and more. Uncle Vernon was getting more angry to, at him. He had no clue as to why, he did everything he was told though Vernon kept it coming. Insults, threats, taunts, and the work. Harry was getting pissed, he felt like talking back but he knew he couldn't. Dumbledore had said that as long as he stayed here he was safe and that he should stay here as long as he could. Harry knew dumbledore only wanted what was best for harry but this wasn't healthy. Harry was unfed, over worked, he got no sleep; his muscles aching so bad he couldn't get to sleep and he always had headaches. You can guess from who.

It was the day of Dudley's birthday. Also marking that there were only about Four and a half more weeks until school started. Harry was making a huge breakfast in honor of Dudley, the diet forgotten for the day. Dudley had about 40 presents waiting for him in the living room, but that was only as far as harry had counted until he had been ordered to kitchen duty.

Stuck up spoiled brat, Harry thought as he made the bacon. Dudley came down the stairs quickly. Excited about all his presents. Harry waited for there to be shouting or something from Dudley about how many presents he got, but surprisingly (this year at least) he got quite and looked at his presents with longing. Knowing that he only got His Presents after breakfast.

Harry got lost in his thoughts about what his birthday would be like if his parents were still alive. No way would harry every be like Dudley, harry didn't need all that shit Dudley got. He would sacrifice everything he had just to have his parents back. He couldn't wait to get out of this house and on his own. Harry started to think about his friends. They really do care about me, harry knew they would do anything for him. Hermione and ron had risked being expelled many times just for him. They risked there lives to, though harry hated thinking about it. And just as he started thinking about Hogwarts and how the new term as a 6th year would be like when

he heard a strident yell from behind him.

"BOY! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Uncle Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs, louder than harry had ever heard.

Harry saw that the eggs and bacon had been burnt while he had been lost in his thoughts. Harry hated when people yelled, he flinched as his uncle started again.

"YOU'VE JUST GOT TO RUIN EVERYTHING DON'T YOU!" He accused harry. Harry was making his way to throw the food away but he tripped over one the the presents that muct have fell off the table.

"GOOD LORD! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" Uncle Vernon was looming over him down, harry has on his knees picking up the very hot burnt pieces of bacon.

"I-I'm sorry Uncle Vernon-" harry tried to get out. His uncles face was turning colors.

"SORRY IT'S ALWAYS SORRY. YOU JUST HAD TO PICK TODAY TO GO AND- AND RUIN EVERYTHING!" Harry was getting fed up.

"YOU AND YOUR KIND! YOUR PARENTS WEREN'T ANY BETTER. FREAKS, JUST LIKE YOU! A BUNCH OF FREAKS!" That was it. Harry had never once, except for third year and he really hadn't yelled that loud, yelled at his Uncle. But something in him snapped.

"GOD DAMN IT! YOU ARE ALL THE FREAKS! STUCK UP SNOBS IF YOU ASK ME! IT WAS JUST BACON AND EGGS!" Harry screamed to his uncle. And that was it.

Smack

Harry stumbled back. His hand covering the left side of his face. His uncle had just slapped, no more like punch-slapped harry. Oh, that was it. Harry wasn't going to take this!

Harry could feel his left eye and cheek swelling his eyes had tears in them from the stinging sensation he was feeling. It hurt, but not as much at the fact that his uncle had hit him. Even though he may not love them but harry had never thought it would ever come to this. Just cause he had yelled didn't give His uncle any reason to punch him!

Harry looked up at his uncle. His uncle had anger and confusion (at what he had just done) etched on his face. Harry saw that it held no regret and thats all it took. Harry Threw down his apron and with a final "That's it I've had it." went to his room to retrieve his stuff. His room wasn't as messy as it had been in the beginning of the summer. Because he had no time to every get anything out and do it. So he only had a set of cards, a couple books, some parchment and a quill out. Hedwig was in her cage staring at him. She must have heard the fight. She gave a little hoot, he took it as encouragement. He gathered his things and put them in his trunk. He locked Hedwig door, but this time she didn't protest. He was thankful for that, he knew she understood why. He gathered his things and headed down stairs.

He had expected to see Uncle Vernon looking furious at the end of the stairs but instead he Saw Aunt Petunia. She looked sad.

For the first time he actually heard her talk in a soft not-shrill voice.

"I'm-I'm sorry harry. Vernon was out of line, he should have never hit you." She kept glancing at his now-turning-black-and-blue eye. Harry nodded.

"You have some place to go?" She asked, so quite he thought she hadn't said it at all.

"Yes." Was all he said. She opened the door and he walked out. He immediately felt the hot sun on his back even though it was around 8 o'clock. Harry sat down on the curb that was a couple blocks away from the Dursleys house, not knowing what to do. He was getting a migraine and his eye was swelling shut and it hurt like hell. His uncle could throw a mean punch.

Harry didn't know if he should intrude on the Weasley's, they already had to many in the house and since Fred and George were staying there with there girl friends and Charlie was visiting them he knew it would be extra cramped. He looked back on the invitation Zeke had given him. He really could use it now. Harry knew it was his only option. He was not going back to that house, ever. So harry stood up. Hedwig gave an angry hoot. She knew there was no reason to be in her cage right now and wanted to be free.

Harry sighed. "Fine. You will find me at Zeke's. Just be careful when coming back ok. Make sure no one see's you." She gave him a nip on the finger and cuddled his neck then flew off. He knew he wasn't allowed to use magic but he knew a spell Hermione had told him that would allow him to shrink his luggage without the ministry knowing he was doing magic. He only had to say the words, no wand. It didn't take a dummy to use a little wandless magic; apparently everyone could use this spell.

Harry said the words and the cage and trunk shrunk. He picked them up and put them in his pocket. Harry sighed as he walked down the street, making his way to Zeke's 6 room apartment. Harry's head was really starting to feel like a dead weight and he felt really hungry...and tired. Harry didn't know why but all the past hungry and the fatigue were catching up on him.

Before Harry knew it he was walking up the steps and knocking on the door. It took a minute for anyone to answer. Harry had heard a "Hold on a sec." From behind the door.

The world did a swirl, he felt really tired.

The door opened. Zeke's head appeared.

"Hey." Harry Managed before he feel onto Zeke. Zeke holding onto the door frame for support.