TITLE: BETRAYAL

AUTHOR: Lilly

RATING: R for later chapters

PAIRING: HP/SS

SUMMARY: Ten years ago harry was framed for a crime that he didn't commit, was expelled from Hogwarts, and turned on by his friends. Now he's back but will the Wizarding world be able to handle the new Harry? SLASH!!

DISCLAIMER: The only thing about this story that is mine is the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

Harry yawned and rolled over in his bed glancing at his alarm clock, after pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

Six! What the? He turned to look towards his bedroom door where the persistent pounding noise that had woken him up was coming from.

"Go the hell away, if the world isn't blowing up I'm going back to sleep" he called out then pulled the covers up over his head and proceeded to do just that.

"Harry Andrew's get your ass out of bed, we have soccer practice in a half an hour so move it. Don't make me get the water jug, last time it took all day for your bedding to dry."

"Ya" harry agreed then grinned "but it took all week for you to get your hair back to its normal color again Alex"

"True" Alex grinned and then shook his head in amazement "God I'd like to learn where you found out how to pull pranks, master's must have taught you. I mean it's like your brushing your teeth or something and then BAM, Harry the awesome strike's again and you have blue teeth"

Harry laughed and then grimaced and scowled as he remembered where and with whom he had learned all his tricks.

"They may have been master's at pranks and such but when it came to trust and loyalty they were rank amateurs" he muttered bitterly.

Alex glanced sharply at him as he walked into the room and sat on the small couch that had been placed against one wall facing the bed. He noticed the shadows that had appeared in Harry's eyes and decided to ignore his last comment for now.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him for a moment noticing his scrutiny, before slipping on some old, but still comfortable black jogging pants and walking into his bathroom.

"So you're just making your self at home then?"

"Yep, you better believe it, comfiest couch in the whole apartment"

Glancing at his watch Alex groaned.

"Actually I better go make you some breakfast, at the rate you're going we'll never make it on time and coach will have our heads"

Walking towards the kitchen of their relatively large flat Alex paused for a moment before coming to some sort of decision. Turning around he walked back to Harry's room and watched as Harry came out of his bathroom drying his hair with a towel.

"Harry" he said waiting until harry had stopped looking through his wardrobe and he had his full attention.

"Is something wrong Alex? You're not usually this serious"

"Harry we need to talk okay?"

At the questioning look from his friend, he took a deep breath and forged on knowing he was about to cross a line that they had silently agreed not to cross years ago.

"We've been friends for almost eight years now Harry and in all that time I've never heard about your past"

He raised a hand forestalling the protest's he knew were coming.

"Yes I know that your parents are dead and that you lived with your relative's because of it but that's all, there's so much else that I don't know. You may think that I haven't noticed, but you never talk about where you went to school or who your friends were. It's only from being your friend all these years I've been able to piece together little things about you, your quirks and preference's. Yes I know you like men and hey that's cool Harry I mean it's not my cup of tea, I go for both" he grinned slightly before becoming more serious. "But Harry you never told me, I had to figure that out on my own. Look I'm guessing that your past friends hurt you really bad some how"

Alex cringed at the haunted look on Harry's face, but decided to keep going none the less.

"You're very bitter about something Harry, and you find it hard to trust people. Don't I deserve that trust though? Haven't I after all this time proven that you can tell me things? Just think about it Harry I'm not going to make you tell me anything but don't you think that you would feel so much better if you did tell someone. This thing you're carrying around with you is weighing you down and keeping you from doing things. I'm your only real friend, and although I am flattered by that, it isn't right if you just let people see the real you, you could have a lot of friends"

Harry just looked at him for a moment then walked over to the window.

"Alex look I know that I could have more friends if I wanted, but truth is I don't. I just don't think that I could trust a lot of people. God it's hard enough to trust just you. But you're right you do deserve some answers after all this time, I just don't know if you'll like them or me after you know the truth"

Returning to his wardrobe Harry quickly got dressed in a blue T-shirt, black shorts, and running shoes, before heading towards the front door. As he was about to step out he stopped and without turning around started to speak.

"Tonight Alex all right, I'll answer all you questions tonight" running a hand through his hair which he sometimes did when he was nervous, he continued "I'll meet you at practice okay I just need to be alone for a little bit" and he was gone.

As he made his way towards his practice, Harry discreetly glanced around himself making sure that he wasn't being followed or watched. So many years of being in hiding had ingrained into him a certain amount of caution.

I remember when I first came here no money no clothes nothing, god what I would have done if I hadn't met Steven.

He wiped a tear from his eye as he recalled their first meeting.

Flashback

After making his way into London Harry walked around in a daze for hours not really caring where he went or what he was going to do now. When night began to fall he veered away from the main streets not wanting to attract attention, he found himself wandering the back alleyway between some store's.

Shivering as the wind whipped around him, he pulled the jacket he was wearing more tightly around himself although it didn't appear to be helping much. Dimly he realized that he must be going into shock. As he fell to the ground he curled up into a ball and hugging his legs to his chest began to cry, he never heard a door open or the gasp from a man as everything faded away and his world turned black.

Harry bolted upright gasping for breath as the memory of his friends, or ex-friends he supposed words seemed to ring in his ears. Glancing around he blinked noticing he was in a small bedroom.

Where am I? How did I get here? Did they find me?

He paled and then quickly started to rise from the bed he was on, fighting to ignore the waves of nausea that his movements were causing.

"Hold it there" he dimly heard a kind sounding voice say, then started to struggle as he felt strong-arms wrap around him and he was gathered against someone's chest.

"No! No please it wasn't me, let me go please, can't fight anymore" he choked out and tried to fight off the oncoming tears, his eye's burning.

"Hush child" the voice that he could now tell belonged to a man said. "Its all right no-one is going to get you, your safe now" the man continued and as Harry listened to the soothing voice he found that he couldn't hold it in any more and he started to cry.

The man just rocked him until his tears ran dry and then gently laid him back down on the bed again.

As Harry lay back against the pillows he got his first good look at the man, who appeared to be in his early fifties. He was tall and thin with white hair and it was obvious that he kept in shape.

"All better now?"

Harry blushed but nodded.

"Well that's good, my name is Steven Andrews and before you ask you're in my home above my store. I found you out back passed out yesterday evening and brought you inside to this guest room, you have a small fever so you need to stay in bed, okay?"

"All right" after a slight pause he continued "my name's Harry"

"So you want to tell me what happened?"

Harry's eye's narrowed and he quickly had his wand out and pointed at the man.

"What's it to you?" he snarled

"Calm down child, I'm not your enemy"

Harry flinched and sunk more deeply into the bed. Laughing bitterly he looked at the wand he still held in his hands.

"Everyone's my enemy, I learned that lesson well Steven"

"Nonsense" Steven said deciding to ignore the informal address "you can't live life alone Harry, especially at your age. What are you 16, 17?"

"Yes, I'm 17 not that that matter's much, I've always been alone I guess this just proves that I'm suppose to be"

Steven was shocked at the amount of pain and loneliness in this young man's voice. He couldn't imagine what a person would have to go through to have an attitude like the one that Harry had and at such a young age. Glancing around the room for some type of inspiration to cheer him up, Steven noticed the small silver phoenix statue clutched in Harry's hand that he hadn't been able to get him to let go of earlier.

"What's that Harry? It seems really important to you. While you were unconscious I couldn't get you to let go of it"

Harry glanced down at the little phoenix and a small, tender smile graced his lips "Severus" he whispered.

"Severus? Who's Severus Harry?" Steven asked as he noticed the affection that leaked into Harry's voice as he said the name.

Harry looked at him and raised his wand again muttering a low-level silencing spell that would go undetected by the ministry of magic and still serve his purposes of keeping muggle's from eavesdropping.

"Judging by the way you reacted to my wand you obviously know what I am, although I don't feel any magic on you. So I don't have to code everything that I say to you and I'm hoping that you can be trusted with what I'm about to tell you, even though I just met you."

"Yes Harry you have my word that I won't tell anyone what you are about to tell me. If you're wondering how I know about wizards and the like, it's because my wife was one, she died in attack by some evil wizard almost twenty two years ago next month though"

Harry looked at him closely for a moment then nodded.

"I don't know why but I believe and trust that you won't betray me, which is saying a lot considering what has happened to me recently"

Harry took a deep breath and then sat up so that he was eye to eye with Steven. Grinning nervously he took a deep breath then opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, laughing he shook his head.

"God, I don't even know were to start"

"At the beginning Harry is always a good place" Steven said reaching over and squeezing his knee trying to reassure him.

"All right it's like this...

To be continued