Note: This is NOT a one-shot fic. It has a plot.

Summary: Harry has been beaten by the Dursley's his whole life. One night he comes home late and Vernon beats him. Harry lay in his bed thinking; finally, he decides to run away. What happens when he meets up with someone that is going through that exact same thing that he is? Will a relationship form? What about the person that Harry loves? What will happen to Voldemort? Who will win the war? Read to find out.

This story will be rated for the following reasons:

Violence (abuse)

Language

Nudity/Graphic Sex (in later chapters)

Self-harming

Other

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot, and a few other things that will appear in later chapters.


Chapter 3: Something Unexpected

"Fuck," Harry muttered.

Another person was in the room, Harry could tell who it was from behind. It was someone he didn't want to see in school, let alone out of school, Draco Malfoy. It was obvious that Malfoy was too preoccupied because he didn't even notice that Harry had entered the room or had muttered something. Harry moved over to one of the two beds in the room and waved his hand, his trunk landed at the foot of the four-poster bed with a light thump. After the trunk had landed, that was when Malfoy had turned around.

"For fuck sakes," Malfoy said when he was Harry.

Harry didn't bother to acknowledge Malfoy when he spoke. Instead, he had spotted something out of the corner of his eye, a sliding door that, Harry assumed, led to a balcony. Harry walked towards it, ignoring Malfoy, slid the doors open, and stepped outside into the cool air, it was beautiful out tonight, if Harry weren't so tired he would stand outside looking at everything and admiring the mysteriousness of what the nighttime brought. He walked to the railing and grabbed something out of the pocket of his sweater; it was a pack of cigarettes. He took on out of the pack and lit it, taking a long drag as he leaned against the railing of the balcony.

Harry had started to smoke after his fourth year when Cedric died. The first time he tried smoke he had just finished his third year, he hadn't liked it. Ever since Cedric died, though, he tried it again and found that it soothed his nerves a little. From the summer after his fourth year and on, he had stolen Dudley's cigarettes, and during school he had someone send him two packs a week. He had met a witch during his the summer after his fourth year; she had just graduated from Hogwarts. Harry had met her when he went to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies; he had stayed at the Leaky Cauldron for a few nights and went out at night to look around.

During his little exploration he had found out that he could get into bars, they didn't really have an age limit, if you looked younger then fourteen then you wouldn't be able to get in. He had met the young witch in one of the bars he went to. Her name was Cimmeron, she had been very nice Harry, even before she found out that he was Harry Potter (he had put a charm on his scar), and when she did find out, she didn't treat him any differently, which he was thankful for.

Taking another long drag of his cigarette, Harry stared out into the blackness of the night. To him, the night was so mysterious, dangerous, unknown, and beautiful. During the night, you never know what to expect, someone could be following you and you wouldn't even know it, something could attack you and you wouldn't have enough time to defend yourself. Taking another drag of his cigarette, a small smile graced Harry's face as he thought back what the night had to offer.

Harry stood admiring the knighted as he smoked the rest of his cigarette, when he was done he threw down off the balcony and watched as the little red dot that was his cigarette fell to the ground. Sighing, Harry went back inside and slid the doors closed, and then he walked over to his trunk and pulled out some pajamas, then walked over to the nightstand beside his bed and placed his pack of cigarettes and lighter on it.

He looked around the room, it was white with black trimming everywhere, the frame of the doors was black, the hangings around the beds was black the dressers were all black and the carpet was black. Harry continued to look around and saw that there were two bathrooms in the room. He walked over to one, went in and shut the door. He looked around, the counter was black marble and the floor was checkered black and white, the shower had a black marble floor and sliding doors that were tinted black. In Harry's opinion it was a beautiful room, it had changed since the last time he was in it, back when he was about to start his third year.

Harry quickly undressed, then he looked at himself in the mirror, he could see bruises forming along his hips, chest and legs where his uncle had hit him. Sighing, Harry quickly put on his nightclothes and looked back into the mirror. He closed his eyes and his face glowed lightly before it stopped. He opened his eyes and looked back into the mirror, know his eyebrow had a small metal barrel through it. Harry had used a glamour charm to cover it up so that his uncle didn't do something like rip it out.

Harry had gotten his eyebrow pierced the same time that he got his tongue pierced. He waved his hand and a bottle and little container appeared on the marble counter, it was the cleaning solutions for his tongue and eyebrow. Harry quickly cleaned them both, put the bottle and container into the corner, kicked his dirty close into a corner and left the bathroom, but not before he made sure that he put the glamour up on his arms to hide his scars, because tonight he was wearing a black t-shirt and baggy black jogging pants that clung nicely to his bruising hips.

Harry walked over to the bed that his trunk was in front of and lied down on the bed. Harry yawned widely as he crawled under the black blankets; he was just about to close the curtains around his bed when Malfoy spoke.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy asked coldly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy," Harry said tiredly, he wasn't in the mood to argue with Malfoy.

"It's none of your business what the fuck I'm doing here," Malfoy said.

"Well, then it's none of your fucking business what I'm doing here. Now shut the fuck up, I wanna fucking go to sleep," Harry said getting irritated and moody, he usually got like that when he was tired.

Harry, then shut the curtains around his bed and put up a silencing charm, the last thing he wanted anyone, especially Malfoy, to hear was him having nightmares and screaming. His first night back at the Dursley's he didn't put up a silencing charm and he had had a nightmare and woke up screaming, he uncle had come into the room completely pissed off. He had beaten Harry with a leather belt, Harry still had the welts from the belt, though, now there were fading.

Yawning once more, Harry rolled over onto his back and with minutes fell into a peaceful asleep, something he hadn't had in a long while.


Harry woke up the next morning feeling better then he had felt in years. He sat up and took the silencing charm off his bed, then he reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his cigarettes and walked over to the sliding doors. He slid it open and stepped outside. Harry was surprised to see Malfoy leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his hand. Harry took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it, then he walked over and leaned on the railing next to Malfoy.

'Might as well try and get along with him,' Harry thought to himself. 'Seeing as I have to spend the rest of the summer with him.'

"Didn't know you smoked," Harry said before he took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Didn't know you had your eyebrow pierced," Malfoy said nonchalantly.

"Well," Harry said. "I'm full of surprises."

"So am I," Malfoy said, looking at Harry. "Do Granger and Weasel know that you smoke?"

"No, I have no intention of telling them, either, they don't need to know every fucking thing that I do," Harry said as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"Oh," Malfoy said as he, too, took a drag of his cigarette. "Are you mad at them or something?"

"You could say that, I guess," Harry said.

"Oh," Malfoy said. "What happened?"

"That, Malfoy, is none of you goddamn business," Harry said, a little anger evident in his voice.

"Oh, sorry," Malfoy apologized.

"Ok, what the fuck is going on?" Harry snapped. "Last year you were an insufferable prat, who hated me, and now your talking to me, nicely might it add, and not trying to rip me apart."

"Yea, well maybe I'm just trying to be civil because I'm stuck in the room with you until school starts," Malfoy snapped back.

"Whatever," Harry said as he took one last long drag off his cigarette before he threw it away.

Harry, then, turned around and went inside. He walked over to his trunk, grabbed some clean clothes and walked over to the bathroom that he had used the night before. He shut the door and quickly stripped himself of his pajamas, then he turned on the water in the shower and adjusted it to the right temperature. He stepped into the shower and under the shower faucet, then sighed as the water ran down he body.

The water was hot enough to create steam, but not hot enough to hurt. Over the four weeks of summer, Harry's body finally started to fill out, he had a Quidditch build that was more noticeable and he wasn't skinny anymore, he had muscles. Even though he had muscles, that didn't stop Vernon from beating him, sure Harry was strong, but not strong enough to stop his uncle.

Sighing, Harry reached for a bottle of shampoo, that the Leaky Cauldron provided in every room, and squeezed a small amount onto the palm of his hand and started to lather it into his hair. He rinsed it out and did that same thing with the conditioner. Then, he waved his hand and all the marks and scars on his arms appeared. He looked at then for a minute, he looked over the straight lines on his wrist where his veins were then the other side of his wrist. Instead of lines, there were designs, one of a teardrop that represented sadness, and a red one that was a broken heart that represented how his heart felt. The broken heart was still red; he had done it a few days ago.

Harry moved his attention away from his arm and focused, instead, on washing his body. When he was done that, he stood under the shower faucet, letting the water run down his body for a few moments, before he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried himself off and got dressed.

He wore semi-baggy black jeans with red stitching and a rip in the knee. Also, it had several chains on it, two on each side of his leg and one going across the front, on one leg, one chain had a skeleton head on it and the other chain had a miniature dagger on it. One of the chains on the other leg had a broken heart on it and the other chain had a phoenix on it. The chain going across the front had many different little things on it.

Harry wore a tight black long sleeved shirt and in blood red letters it said 'Pain Is Beauty' with a picture of a male blonde angel with his back bleeding where his wings connected. Harry, also, wore two spiked bracelets on each wrist; each bracelet had a different look to it. He wore two necklaces, one was a spiked chocker and the other had a black piece on it them a spike and then a black piece and a spike, this pattern continued all the way around. In the middle of the necklace was a small metal cobra.

Harry then waved his hand and a bottle of gel appeared on the counter. He squeezed a small amount onto his hand, rubbed his hands together and then rubbed it into his hair, giving it more of a messy look. When he was done with his hair we washed his hand to get the gel off then he quickly put the gel in the corner with the cleaning solutions for his piercing. Harry quickly cleaned his eyebrow and tongue, then walked out of the bathroom.

Harry walked over to his trunk and pulled out a two socks, one black and the other red, Harry didn't bother to match his socks anymore, he didn't care if they matched or not. He sat on his bed and put them on, then he grabbed his cigarettes and went outside on the balcony. He took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it, then he walked over to the railing and leaned on it.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. Harry heard the doors behind him slid open and close the flick of a lighter, then Malfoy was standing beside him, leaning on the railing, as well. The two stood in silence for a moment before Malfoy spoke.

"Nice outfit," Malfoy said before he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Are you being sarcastic when you say that?" Harry asked as he turned around and leaned his bum against the railing. He watched as Malfoy looked at his pants, then his shirt, bracelets and necklaces.

"Amazingly enough, no," Malfoy said when he finished looking completely at Harry's outfit.

"Wow, surprise," Harry said sarcastically.

"Since when did you wear clothes like that?" Malfoy asked.

"Since the beginning of the summer," Harry answered coldly before he took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Granger and Weasel will freak when they see you," Malfoy said, smirking.

"Good," Harry said. "Maybe I should keep my glamour down then,"

"Huh?" Malfoy asked, not understanding what Harry meant.

"The glamour I use to cover my pierings," Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," Malfoy said as he took a long drag of his cigarette. The two stood there in silence as they finished the rest of their cigarettes. Both threw them down and went inside.

"Do you have any other piercings?" Malfoy asked has he walked over to his bed and sat down. Harry didn't reply, he just looked at Malfoy and stuck out his tongue. Malfoy smirked as he stuck out his tongue, revealing that he, too, had it pierced.

"Interesting," Harry said, smirking.

"Yea," Malfoy said, still smirking.

"Anyways," Harry said. "I'm going out."

"Whatever." Malfoy said as he reached for a book on his nightstand.

Harry put his shoes on and left. He walked around Diagon Alley, then went to Knockturn Alley. He was looking for a shop that he had seen a while ago. After walking around for an hour he found it. He walked into the place called 'Golden Needlez'; it was a piercing place. Harry walked up to the lady sitting at a desk.

"What would you like to get pierced," She asked as she looked up at Harry.

"My lip," Harry said nonchalantly.

"Ok, follow me," The lady said as she stood up and led Harry to a room full of piercing supplies. Harry sat down on the little bed and waited as the girl got everything ready for piercing.

"Where do you want it?" She asked.

Harry put his fingers on the center of his bottom lip, his index finger at the back part of his lip, just before his lip started to go into his mouth and his thumb right where the pinkness of his lip ended. The girl nodded her head and marked where the holes should be, put a little metal clamp on his lip and told him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Harry did as he was told and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next second his lip was stinging, he opened his eyes and saw that they girl was getting ready to put the hoop through.

A moment later the girl told Harry to look in the mirror and see how he liked it. Harry did as he was told and smirked; it looked great on him. He walked back over to the girl who was cleaning everything up and getting his cleaning solution ready for him.

"Now, don't clean it tonight, but clean it three times a day, with this, for the next four weeks," She said as she handed him a bottle with a white liquid in it. "Now, that'll be sixty Galleons."

Harry paid the girl and left the store, as he walked back to the Leaky Cauldron his lip stung. The entire walk from 'Golden Needlez' to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry had a smirk on his face. Harry walked into the room, with a smirk, and kicked off his shoes. He walked over to his bed, put the cleaning solution on the night stand and lied down on his bed.

Harry heard one of the bathroom doors open and saw Malfoy walking over his him own bed and lay door. Malfoy was totally oblivious to Harry as he picked up his book and continued to read again. Harry's smirk grew a little as he thought of something.

"BOO!" Harry shouted.

"Fuck!" Malfoy shouted, jumping a few inches into the air, literally. Harry tried not to laugh, but when Malfoy looked at him with a panicked expression on his face Harry burst out laughing. "For fuck sakes, Potter."

"God, that was funny," Harry said as he stopped laughing. "You should have seen the look on your face, Malfoy."

"That wasn't funny," Malfoy said as he started to laugh a little.

"Yea it was," Harry said, smirking.

"What the fuck happened to your lip?" Malfoy asked.

"I got it pierced," Harry said nonchalantly.

"Right," Malfoy said before he went back to reading. Harry grabbed a book from his nightstand and started to read, too, seeing as there was nothing else to do.

Hours later, Harry finished the book he was reading and yawned. He looked at the clock on the wall; it read 12:25. Harry stood up, grabbed a pair of pajamas from his trunk, went to the bathroom and changed. He walked over to his bed, crawled under the covers, closed the curtains and put up a silencing charm. Harry lied on his back and with minutes he fell asleep.


There was a week left until school started and Harry wasn't looking forward to it, he knew that he was going to get lectured about running off, but at least nobody came to get him. That was the only good thing, aside from going out and getting one more piercing before school started. This time, Harry had gotten his right nipple pierced; it had hurt like, for lack of better word, a mother-fucker, but he didn't care. He liked pain.

Over the three weeks that he had been at the Leaky Cauldron with Malfoy, he hadn't really talked much with him. The occasionally little conversation when they would have a cigarette at the same time; but that was it. He had received his letter from Hogwarts stating what he needed for this school year. Which meant that they knew where he was, but they didn't come looking for him, which made Harry wonder.

He went to Diagon Alley yesterday to pick up everything he needed and made a trip to Gringotts to grab some gold so that he had some to spend when he went to Hogsmeade. Harry had a gut feeling that this year wasn't going to be all that good, hectic at the least. The only thing he was looking forward to this year was damaging his 'Golden Boy' reputation. Harry smirked at the thought of what everyone was going to say when he showed up at the Hogwarts Express with piercings and chains and spikes. He could image Hermione fainting and Ron freaking out, this year was probably going to be very interesting to say at the least.

Smirking, Harry walked out of the room and went to Diagon Alley, there was one last thing he had to do before he went back to Hogwarts, streak the tips of his hair blood red. After walking around Diagon Alley looking for a shop that sold hair dye, he finally found one. He went in, purchased a red hair streaking kit and went back to the room.

An hour or so later, Harry walked out of the bathroom with the tips of his hair red. Harry smirked when he saw the look on Malfoy's face, but neither boy said anything to the other.


It was the night before Harry had to go back to school and Harry was having a restless sleep. He kept having nightmares, except tonight; they were different then the ones that he usually had.

Hours later, Harry was in his bed, covered in cold sweat and sobbing lightly, he was still asleep and was having another nightmare. This time though, it was different then the ones he usually had.

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Harry was standing in a graveyard; the wind was barely blowing as Harry looked at the tombstones. Then he heard it, 'Kill the spare…' Then he saw a flash of green light being shot towards a figure that he couldn't make out, but he knew who it was, he had had this dream many times, but this time, it was somewhat different because he wasn't tied to Voldemort's fathers tombstone. He looked over to see who shot the curse that had just killed Cedric, though he already knew how it was. Just like what actually happened at the graveyard, Voldemort had risen, but the way that Wormtail had taken his blood was different, he had cast a spell that made one of Harry's already open wounds bleed and the blood shot towards a vile that Wormtail had in his hand.

The same thing had happened, Voldemort did his speech and then they dueled, but when there wands connected and people started coming out of Voldemort's, Cedric didn't ask Harry to take him back to his parents, he told Harry that it was all his fault and that if it weren't for him, he'd still be alive. Harry knew that it was true, that it was his entire fault that Cedric had died, just like it was his fault that many other innocent people died. Harry listened to Cedric blaming him for everything before he finally broke down and cried, when he did, that's when Voldemort had sent the curse that had almost killed him, but before it had the chance to reach him, the dream changed.

Now Harry was standing in the Department of Mysteries, the Prophecy had just fallen and a person came out and was speaking, but nobody heard it because everyone was dueling. Things seemed to fast-forward and now Harry was watching Sirius fall, slowly, to his premature demise. Harry had ran over to the Veil and tried to go behind it to save Sirius but Remus had held him back, telling him that Sirius was dead and that it was all his fault. He told Harry that it was his fault that so many people had died, including his parents. Remus along with Tonks, Dumbledore, Severus, and everyone else agreed with Remus, that it was his entire fault that Sirius and everyone else were gone.

Severus started berating him, calling him worthless, useless, trash, telling him that he should be the one that's dead, the one that should die. Then, Severus started to shove him around and hit him, causing his lip to bleed. Dumbledore stepped in, and Harry hoped that he would stop Severus, but he didn't, instead Severus stepped aside and Dumbledore started telling him that he should kill him right then and there, but he preferred to torture him. Dumbledore did what he said, and tortured Harry right there; he had used the Cruciatus curse on him. Harry screamed so loud that he thought he was never going to be able to talk again when he was done.

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped, Tonks walked up to him and started telling him how much she wished he was dead and how much she hated him, by this point Harry was crying, but none of them cared, why should they, it was his fault that everyone they knew and loved was dead, James, Lily, Sirius, and countless others. Tonks, then used the Cruciatus curse on him, though, it wasn't has powerful as Dumbledore's, it was still very powerful. After a moment, which felt like an eternity, she stopped, and she laughed.

She looked around at everyone in the room and nodded her head; they all nodded back, including the Death Eaters. Harry had a vague idea what they were all thinking. He was right, at the same time, everyone in the room, including the Death Eaters and Dumbledore's Army, all raised their wands to his chest and said, simultaneously, the Cruciatus curse. Everyone in the room laughed as Harry screamed as loud as he could, he felt as though his head was going to explode at any given second, he felt like he was going to die, but before he did, everything went black, and he could barely hear anything except for the faint laughter of everyone in the room at the Department of Mysteries.

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Harry woke up, sitting straight, he was panting slightly and was covered in cold sweat; he had tears running silently down his cheeks. Harry was thankful that he put a silencing charm up before he went to sleep because he started to cry, hard. He was felling guilty, like it was his fault that Sirius and Cedric had died. 'It's my fault there died,' Harry thought as he cried.

If he hadn't told Cedric to take the trophy with him and just taken it like Cedric said, then he would still be alive, it was all Harry's fault that Cedric was dead. It was all his fault that Sirius was dead, if he hadn't rushed off to save him then Sirius wouldn't have come to help Harry out in the Department of Mysteries.

Still crying, Harry reached underneath his pillow and pulled out his razorblade. He waved his hand over his arm and all his scars and cuts appeared. Harry placed the cold metal of the razorblade to an unmarked spot on his wrist, added pressure and quickly swiped it across his wrist, blood started to flow instantly. Harry sighed as he relished the blissful felling, but soon it started to fade and the hurt came back. Harry put the razorblade to another unmarked spot on his wrist; added even more pressure then before and dragged it quickly across his wrist. Before the razorblade even left his wrist blood had started to flow quickly, dropping onto the sheets.

Harry sighed as relief washed over him, but it started to fade and the hurt came back again. He put the razorblade to his wrist one last time and dragged it across his wrist quickly; it took a few seconds for the blood to start to flow. Harry put the razorblade back underneath his pillow and watched as the blood spilled onto the sheets of his bed. The blood stopped after a few moments.

"Potter, are you up?" Malfoy asked, startling Harry. Harry quickly waved his hand and the blood was cleaned up, he waved his hand again to put a glamour charm on his wrists. One more wave of his hand and the silencing charm was lifted. Harry quickly opened up the curtains of his bed.

"Yea, what is it Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly.

"Get your ass ready or we're going to be late," Malfoy said before he walked away.

Harry quickly showered, cleaned his piercings and got dressed. He was wearing the same thing that he wore the night after he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and he did his hair the same way as well. Harry and Malfoy searched the room for the last of their stuff. When Malfoy in the bathroom Harry took the opportunity to pack his razorblade.

They arrived at Kings Cross and had ten minutes to get onto Platform 9 ¾ before the train left without them. They two boys ran all the way to the gate and through it, Harry looked at the clock, they still had five minutes until the train would depart.

"Anyways, Malfoy," Harry said.

"What is it Potter?" Malfoy asked, looking around.

"Could you not bug me too much this year?" Harry asked.

"Fine, what about your friends, you didn't say them," Malfoy said looking at Harry with curiosity on his face.

"I don't care, just don't do it when I'm around," Harry said.

"Fine," Malfoy said as he stopped Pansy, and Blaise. "I gotta, see you around, Potter."

"Yea, later, Malfoy," Harry said as he spotted Ron and Hermione.


OMG! I'm SOOOOO sorry that took so long! I had it written out already but I decided that I didn't like it so I started ALL over. I just wrote this in one sitting…so it my suck…I no that Draco and Harry are a little OOC, but…they'll get more in character when they arrive at Hogwarts…well at least Draco will.

Anywayz….I just wanna say that I might not be able to update that often because school just started and I've skipped six days and ive been sick for three….so ive got tons of homework to do…anywayz….i hope you all enjoyed this chapter…polz review and tell me what you think!

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