Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter, nor The Lost Boys belong to me. Though I am willing to take presents.

A/N: I know that I haven't worked on this story in a long time. But here it is, the next chapter. Enjoy!

Harry allowed himself to be lead. For what purpose, even he was not sure. Perhaps it was simply a case of curiosity, or maybe he just wanted to find out finally what made Draco Malfoy tick. Either way, he knew he was being stupid. All he had ever known about Draco was that Draco was a nemesis of sorts. Beyond that, his understanding of the blonde beast verged on rumor and misguided opinion.

Harry found himself rather surprised. Instead of the lavish mausoleum of a home he had expected, he followed the blonde and the gang into the mouth of an open cave. Huge signs were posted on old rusted pilings which read messages like: "Condemned", "Unlawful to go past this point", and Unsafe". Harry felt the unease creep over his flesh, but since Malfoy seemed so comfortable, he could hardly raise a fuss and risk embarrassment.

Upon entering the cave, Harry was struck with awe. Inside this rat hole of a place was the interior of an old Victorian hotel lobby. It seemed to have simply fallen into a crack in the earth, almost preserved. It was tilted on its side, and slightly broken, but the front desk, marble fountain, and the mural on the walls were in almost perfect condition. The only light source seemed to come from moonlight streaming through cracks in the ceiling.

"Not bad, eh?" Draco asked Harry. "This was THE resort in Santa Carla about 85 years ago. Too bad it was built on the fault. In 1906, when the earthquake hit San Francisco, the ground opened up, and this place fell right into the crack." Harry watched Draco look around at the faces of the member's of his gang. "Now, it belongs to us."

"Check it out, Harry!" Harry jumped as Marco yelled in his ear. Harry looked to Draco, who seemed slightly annoyed.

"Marco. Food." Harry was shocked to find that Marco didn't even put up a fight. It seemed as if Marco was willing to serve. Almost as if Draco had utmost control.

Draco turned to Harry and smiled. "You see, that is what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get." Marco ran off into the night. Harry watched as Draco suddenly reached into a pocket of his black cloak and pulled out a hand rolled cigarette. He slowly watched Draco light it, and shockingly recognized the smell of cannabis.

"Appetizer?" Draco asked, holding out the joint to Harry. Harry calmly took the cigarette, and took a hit. "You'll like it here, Harry. I promise."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Star; watching. She seemed troubled by something, but by this point, he didn't really care.

Ron calmly sat on his bed, tucked in; reading the "Vampires Everywhere" comic his elder brothers had given him. He only looked up when his mother entered his room.

"Ten o'clock. Lights out, Ron. Did you brush your teeth?" Mrs. Weasley asked Ron.

"Mum, I think I am old enough to not need a bed time. Besides, it isn't fair that Fred and George get to run around hunting-"

Mrs. Weasley turned on Ron in an instant. "Fred and George are doing what!"

Ron knew he was busted. Might as well not make it so bad on himself. "Fred and George… started a muggle comic book store…on the boardwalk."

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron, seemingly trying to decide whether she was going to kiss her son or spank him. "I'll have to track them down tomorrow. I can't say that I am overjoyed about their choice of livelihood, but I do suppose it is better than a joke shop."

"Mum, look at it this way. At least they are here in America with us. At least you know where they are now."

Mrs. Weasley ruffled Ron's hair. "That's my good baby boy. At any rate, Fred and George will just have to get used to their Mum dropping in on them now and then. I sincerely hope that they have at least said hello to your Grandfather."

Mrs. Weasley walked over to her son's closet and placed a few clean items inside. She turned to leave the room, somehow managing to not close the closet door completely.

"Umm." Ron gurgled.

"Alright, night honey... Hopefully Harry won't be out too late." Mrs. Weasley began to walk out of the room.

"Mum!" Ron yelped.

Mrs. Weasley turned to look in the direction her son was looking. "I'm sorry, Ron." She walked over to the closet door and closed it tightly.

"I could never sleep with the closet door open either. Not even a little crack. Ron, I hate to admit it, but one of the reasons I was glad to leave America was that my dad never believed in the CLOSET MONSTER."

Suddenly, Grandpa laughed manically. Molly and her son jumped and grabbed for their wands.

"Dad! Don't sneak up on people like that!" Mrs. Weasley admonished.

Ron noticed that Grandpa was holding something behind his back. The old man chuckled and walked closer to Ron's bed.

"I brought something to dress up your room with, Ron." Grandpa pulled a grotesquely stuffed woodchuck from behind his back. It was frozen, standing on its hind legs, teeth bared as if to attack. Both Mrs. Weasley and Ron did their best to hide their revulsion.

"Thanks, Grandpa." Ron said, trying to be cheerful.

Mrs. Weasley found herself caught up in the act. "Oh, Dad! Really! You shouldn't have!"

Grandpa smiled at them and tapped Ron on the top of the head with his wand. "There's lots more where that came from, Ron. Goodnight."

Ron smiled. "Goodnight, Grandpa."

Mrs. Weasley smiled down at Ron as her father left the room. "I know all of this has been hard on you, Ron. And I know you are older than I think you are, but this is a completely different world. Harry lived in the muggle world. He knows how to adapt…Can you do me a favor, Ron?"

Ron nodded.

"It would really help me if you let me baby you for awhile longer." Mrs. Weasley fought back tears. "You are my last little one. I had planned so much for Ginny…"

Ron reached up and hugged his mother. "It's alright, Mum. Mother me all you want."

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Thanks, Ron." She said sheepishly. "Lights out, okay?"

Ron smiled back. "After I finish reading this comic."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and smiled at her son. After she closed the bedroom door behind her, Ron relaxed and picked up his comic. Ron kept trying to read, but his concentration kept breaking, drawing his eyes towards the stuffed woodchuck which now rested on his bedside table. Amazingly, in front of Ron's eyes, the woodchuck's teeth blurred into vicious fangs, and back again. Ron jumped out of bed.

"That's it. You're history. I don't care if you are stuffed or not!"

Ron carefully grabbed the stuffed woodchuck, rushed over to his closet, opened the closet door, and pushed the woodchuck far onto a shelf. He quickly slammed the door shut and clambered back into bed.

Harry's eyes wandered around the room; dazed by the drugs and alcohol coursing through his system to the beat of the music coming from the stereo that someone had placed on the edge of the marble fountain. He slowly watched as Vincent seemed to glide across the floor on a skateboard. Suddenly, as if the spell were broken, Marco entered noisily with the food.

"Feeding time! Come on and get it, boys!" Marco yelled.

Draco grabbed the cartons from Marco's hands. "Chinese. Good choice, Marco." Draco turned towards Harry and grinned. He popped the lid open on one of the cartons and stretched it out to Harry.

"Guests first." Draco announced.

Harry hesitated. Did he really want to accept something from Malfoy?

"What? You don't like rice, Harry? Tell me, how can a billion Chinese people be wrong?"

Harry accepted the carton out of courtesy. Draco immediately turned his back on him and passed the rest of the food around the room. Harry warily spooned rice into his mouth. He noticed that the others had begun to eat as well.

"So, how do you like those maggots, Harry?" Draco asked; amused.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You're eating maggots, Harry. How do they taste?" Draco asked with a sardonic tone.

Harry looked down at the carton he was holding. Somehow, the rice he had been eating had turned into maggots, squirming and squiggling in the carton. Harry spit out his mouthful of rice and threw the carton to the floor. The boys laughed loudly, Star quickly stood up.

"Leave him alone!" Star yelled.

Draco ignored her and turned to look at Harry, who now saw that the maggots had turned back to rice. "No hard feelings, huh?"

Harry shook his head, not wanting to show his embarrassment. "No."

Draco thrust his own container into Harry's face. "Why not try some noodles? Eh, Potter?"

Harry looked into the container and found himself staring at a carton full of live worms. "They're worms!"

Draco took back his carton and looked at Harry's bizarre expression. "What worms?" He asked.

Draco spooned the contents of the carton into his mouth. Worms slid over his lips. Harry suddenly grabbed Draco's arm. "Don't! Stop!"

"Why?" Draco asked. "They're only noodles, Harry." As proof, Draco tipped the carton towards Harry again. Sure enough, all the carton held was a bundle of noodles. The boys laughed again, almost as if in unison.

"That's enough!" Star yelled.

Suddenly the laughter stops, almost as if controlled by the music on the stereo. All thoughts of Harry seemed to have been forgotten. In an instant, Marco strolled over carrying a ornately carved bottle of wine. He, almost ceremonially, handed the bottle to Draco.

Draco smiled at Harry. He upturned the bottle to his lips and the red liquid bubbled as Draco swallowed it down. He paused and passed Harry the open bottle.

"Drink some of this, Harry…Be one of us."

Harry looked around the room. Star suddenly appeared at his shoulder.

"Don't! You don't have to, Harry. It's not wine, it's blood." Star whispered.

Harry sneered at Star. "Yeah, sure." He pulled the bottle to his lips and chugged. The Lost Boys seemed to be unusually interested in his drinking of the liquid. Harry pulled the bottle from his lips, his lips stained red.

"Bravo!" Draco yelled at Harry. Suddenly, Draco turned towards Marco. "You were right, Marco."

Harry didn't care about anything. He was on top of the world. The Lost Boys chanted all around the lobby. "Harry! Harry! Harry!"

Victor slapped Harry on the back. "You have become one of us!"

"Let the good times roll!" Marco yelled.

Harry found himself wandering over a train track, placed high above the ground.

Draco smiled at everyone. "Perfect timing."

Harry was completely confused. The last thing he remembered was drinking the wine, but somehow, here he was, walking over a train track. He must have ingested more than he thought. "What's going on?" He asked.

Draco laughed. "Harry wants to know what's going on. What's going on, Marco?"

Marco laughed. "I don't know. What's going on, Victor?"

Victor smiled. "Wait, who wants to know?"

Vincent laughed. "Harry wants to know."

Draco stopped suddenly. "I think that it's time we let Harry know what's going on. Marco?"

Marco hesitates. Harry is even more confused.

"Good night, Harry. Bombs away." And Marco suddenly dropped between the boards of the train track.

"See ya." Vincent said, and promptly dropped through the tracks.

Harry couldn't believe it when he saw Victor follow suit. It was then that he realized that the only ones left were Draco and himself.

"Come with us, Harry." Draco said calmly and dropped through the tracks.

Vincent called to Harry from below the track. "Harry Potter! Come on down!"

A few minutes passed. Harry didn't want to seem like he was scared, but truly, he was. Finally, deciding that he had been through worse, Harry eased himself down, and hung by his fingertips like the rest of the gang.

Draco smiled at Harry manically. "Fun, huh?"

Suddenly, Harry heard the sound of a train whistle. Draco was smiling.

"Hold on!" Draco yelled.

"Don't be scared, Harry!" Marco yelled at Harry.

The train ran over the tracks. The track rattled so hard that Harry began to feel his grip slipping. Scared, he watched as each Lost Boy dropped into the oblivion below. Suddenly, as before, the only ones left were Draco and himself.

"Harry, you are one of us! Let go! You are one of us, Harry!"

Harry looked at Draco. He was now convinced that the boy had lost his rocker. He watched as Draco dropped into oblivion.

"Draco!" He yelled. No answer came back. He tried to pull himself back up, but his arms were too far gone. He groaned and struggled, trying to keep his hold. Finally, his fingers gave out. He dropped into the abyss. He screamed as he fell, and the world went black.