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

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 the 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 (drugs in this chapter)

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


Chapter 10: Hogsmeade and Thinking

Harry sighed as he, Ron and Hermione waited in line for Filch to check their names off the list. Harry had reluctantly gotten dressed after Ron pulled him out from under the bed. He was angry with himself for the way that he had acted earlier, he knew that he shouldn't have gotten stoned before he went to sleep, that was what caused him to act like that, he was still under the influence of the drug. Harry didn't know why he had even agreed to go to Hogsmeade with his so-called friends, but he knew that if he didn't they would think something was wrong, more so then they already thought, and that they would try meddling in his life further.

After Filch had checked them off the list, the three of them walked over to a carriage and got in. The carriage started to move, taking them to Hogsmeade. Harry knew that he needed to think of a way to ditch Ron and Hermione, all he really needed was an excuse. Maybe he could tell them that he wasn't feeling well and wanted to go back to the school. No, he doubted that that would work because Hermione would probably escort him back and make him go and see Madam Pomfrey. Maybe he could tell them that he would meet up with them later, that he had things that he needed to do. Yes, that could possibly work. He decided that he would go with them to the first store and then tell them that he had some things that he needed to do.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the Three Broomsticks. The three Gryffindors stepped out of the carriage and the carriage pulled away.

"Where do you guys want to go to first?" Hermione asked.

"Honeydukes," Ron said. Hermione looked at Harry, who shrugged.

"Fine then, lets go," Hermione said.

The three started their walk to the candy store; Harry walked a few paces behind the other two. They didn't seem to notice, though, they were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice anything. Harry reckoned that he could probably leave them and they wouldn't notice, though, he didn't feel like attempting that, lest they actually notice him, he didn't feel like explain anything. He reckoned that it would be better to go to Honeydukes, get some sweets and then leave.

When Harry looked up he noticed that was standing outside the store and Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight. He mentally cursed as he opened the door and walked him. The smell of sweets assaulted his nose as he walked around the shop looking for something to buy. He settled on buying a few Blood Lollipops, a few boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, some Fizzing Whizzbees, a few packages of Droobles Best Blowing Gum, a few Pepper Imps, some Ice Mice, and some chocolate even though he knew that he would never eat them. The only reason he bought anything was because he knew that Hermione and (maybe) Ron would suspect something was wrong. He couldn't go to Hogsmeade and come back with nothing because not just Hermione would reckon that something was up, other people probably would too.

Before Harry paid for the sweets, he found Ron and Hermione and told them that he would meet them at the Three Broomsticks at noon; it was only around nine o'clock now, which gave him plenty of time to do his own thing. Harry went up to the cashier and paid for his candy before he left the shop. He went to the one place that he knew he wouldn't be interrupted by anyone, by the mountain that he had been too in his fourth year. Harry tried not to think about why he had been there two years ago; it brought back too many memories.

Harry arrived at the foot of the mountain and sat down on one of the flatter rocks. He pulled something out of his pocket; it was a little rectangular tin. He opened it; there were three joints in it, which was enough to last him for the entire Hogsmeade trip. He pulled one of the joint out and lit it, he took a drag of it before he closed the tin and put it back in his pocket. He took another drag of the joint and held it in for a few seconds longer then he usually did before he exhaled slowly. He did this a few more times before he started to slightly feel the drugs affect.

Harry sighed, he knew that after a while that they drug wouldn't affect anymore. He knew that at first everything would be fine and he would get a good 'high', but he knew that after a while it wouldn't affect him anymore. That was why he had asked Brian and Justin for some ecstasy, but he knew that after a while, that wouldn't affect him either. Harry took a long drag of the joint, held it in and then exhaled slowly.

Sometimes Harry would wonder what would happen after the drugs that he had stopped affecting him. Everything had started out simple enough, first he started smoking but then that stopped affecting him, calming him down. Then, he moved on to marijuana and ecstasy. He didn't want to become one of those people who depended on drugs all the time, he knew that at the rate he was going, though, he would more then likely end up like that. Sighing, Harry took another long drag of the joint. He would worry about what would happen to him when the time came.

The drug was starting to take more of an affect on Harry as he took another drag of the joint. Harry looked up at the sky, it was bright out, but he knew that it was going to become brighter in a few hours. Harry looked down the path he had taken to get to where he was when he heard footsteps. Being affected by the drug, Harry didn't panic or worry, not many people knew of the place that he was currently at.

"I'm desperate for changing, starving for truth," Harry heard the person that was walking toward him sing.

'They have a beautiful voice,' Harry mused to himself. The voice sounded familiar to him, he had heard that person sing once before. Harry reckoned that the person singing was either muggle-born or a half-blood because the song that they were singing was muggle.

"Forgetting what I'm lacking, completely incomplete," The voice got closer. "I'll take your invitation, you take all of me," The voice abruptly stopped when the person saw Harry sitting at the foot of the mountain. "What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy," Harry said slowly as he took a drag of the joint, he knew that Malfoy was far enough away to be able to tell what it really was.

"Fair enough," Malfoy said as he took a drag of a cigarette that Harry didn't see that he had.

Malfoy continued to walk over to Harry, he had no intentions of starting an argument, he had gone out there for some time to himself. Malfoy could tell that Harry had no intentions of starting anything either. When he was only a few feet away from Harry, that was when the blonde noticed that it wasn't a cigarette that Harry was smoking, but a joint. Malfoy sat down next to Harry, took one last drag of his cigarette and threw it away.

"Where are Weasel and the Mudblood?" Malfoy asked.

"I dunno," Harry said slowly as he took a drag of the joint. "Probably of somewhere snogging or planning ways to meddling in my life some more."

"Oh," Malfoy said.

"Yea, I dunno why the can't just take a fucking hint," Harry said slowly as he took another drag of the joint. He handed it to Malfoy, who looked at it for a second before he accepted it.

"Take a hint about what?" Malfoy asked as he took at drag of the joint. Malfoy had done drugs before, he usually would do them when things become too much to handle.

"That I don't want them bugging me and following me around like they're lost little puppies," Harry said slowly.

"Oh," Malfoy said as he took another drag of the joint.

"Now I remember," Harry said slowly as he had an epiphany.

Malfoy took a long drag of the joint and passed it to Harry before he asked, "Remember what?"

"Where I've heard your voice before, it was at the Leaky Cauldron, you were in the shower," Harry said slowly as he took a drag of the joint. "I remember, I had come back to the room and I heard you singing."

"Oh," Malfoy said, he hadn't realized that Harry had returned because if he had he wouldn't have continued to sing.

"How come you were singing a muggle song? I thought that you hated them?" Harry asked slowly as he took a long drag of the joint before he passed it back to Malfoy.

"I don't hate their music," Malfoy said simply as he took the joint and took a long drag. Malfoy was starting to feel the affect of the drug as he exhaled slowly.

"Oh," Harry said slowly.

The two sat in silence as they finished the joint, by the time that they were done the drug at taken full affect on them. Even though Harry had had more of the drug then Malfoy, Malfoy was more affected by it. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He took one out of the pack and offered it to Malfoy, who accepted, and took one out of the pack for himself. Harry flicked his wrist and both of their cigarettes were lit.

Harry took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, he began to giggle as the smoke curled and moved. Malfoy had done the same thing, soon the two boys where laughing hysterically for no reason in particular. By the time that the boys had stopped laughing, their cigarettes had almost burned out. The two took one last drag of their cigarettes before they threw them away. It was Malfoy who took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Harry, who accepted, before he took out one for himself. Both boys flicked their wrists at the same time and their cigarettes where lit, they both started to giggle lightly.

Harry looked up at the sky and took a long drag of his cigarette before he asked, "Malfoy, why is the sky blue?"

"Because god was bored," Malfoy said sarcastically as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Really?" Harry asked slowly.

"No," Malfoy answered flatly.

The two boys finished their cigarettes with barely any giggling or laughing, though, when Harry went to throw his cigarette away, it landed on Malfoy. Harry started to giggle uncontrollably as Malfoy stood up fast and then fell down and landed in his butt. When Harry had recovered for his giggling fit and Malfoy was able to stand up, the two boys started to walk back to the village.

"Potter?" Malfoy asked when they were about halfway to their destination.

"Huh?"

"You are not to tell anyone about this, ever," Malfoy said.

"Ok," Harry said.

When the two boys were almost back to the village, they looked around to make sure that nobody was around to see them come out of the path together. When Malfoy had deemed that it was safe, the two walked out of the path back to the center of the village.

"Later, Potter," Malfoy said.

"Later, Malfoy," Harry said as he walked into the Three Broomsticks to meet with Ron and Hermione.

Harry didn't know why he didn't just go back to the castle and tell his so-called friends that he had gone back not feeling good. Even though Harry was under the influence of drugs, it didn't mean that he wanted to be around people that kept trying to meddle in his life. Harry would have turned around and walked out of the Three Broomsticks and went to the castle if it hadn't been for Hermione who called out to him.

"Harry," She called waving her arms in the air.

Harry walked over to the two with a goofy smile on his face, even though he didn't want to be with them, he was still under the influence of drugs, which was the only reason he was smiling. After Harry carefully made his way over to Ron and Hermione, he sat down next to Ron, who was less likely to notice anything. The waitress came and the trio ordered a Butterbeer each.

"So, Harry, what did you do after you left?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.

"I had to go meet someone," Harry said, trying hard to speak at a normal speed so that Hermione wouldn't suspect anything.

"Who?" Ron asked as he took a sip of his Butterbeer.

"That," Harry said. "Would be none of your business."

"Come on, Harry, tell us. You've been so secretive since the beginning of school, you used to tell us everything," Hermione said.

"Did I, Hermione?" Harry asked coldly as he took a sip of his Butterbeer.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"No, I didn't. You may have thought that I was telling you everything, but I wasn't. I had barely even scratched the surface, I only told you enough to sedate you, to stop you from asking too many questions," Harry said coldly, he had a feeling that he wasn't going to have a 'good high'.

"Harry, that's nonsense, you used to tell us everything," Hermione argued.

"No, I didn't, if you ever cared as much as you said you did then you would have noticed that," Harry said coldly.

"Harry, we care about you," Ron said, cutting into the argument.

"Just keep telling yourself that, you might start to believe it," Harry said coldly as he stood up and left.


Harry walked back to the castle, he didn't care, he needed to clear his head. The carriages didn't arrive for a few hours and Harry didn't want to wait. When Harry was sure that nobody from the village would see him, he took out a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, it calmed him down slightly, but he was still angry with Ron and Hermione.

They didn't know anything about him; they only knew what he had told them, which wasn't a lot. It was none of their business where he was, who he was with and what he did when they weren't around. He didn't pry in their life and ask questions like that, so what right did they have to do that to him? None, and if he did decide to answer their annoying questions then they should be grateful with the answer they had receive. But, were they? No, they had to keep prying and meddling in his life. Though, asking questions wasn't exactly meddling, but they still did it.

Everyone always though that Harry was Dumbledore's little pet, but he wasn't, Ron and Hermione were. Anything they asked him, anything that they did, Dumbledore had told them to. Harry knew that Dumbledore had told them to find out where Harry was, what he did and whom he was with. Dumbledore was more worried that Harry would change sides; go over to the dark side. Though, what Dumbledore didn't know was that by the way he was acting he wasn't keeping Harry with him, he was pushing the raven-haired boy away.

Harry took a drag of his cigarette. What Dumbledore didn't know was that he was lost Harry a long time ago. Dumbledore was only a manipulative old bastard, he always would be. Also, if Dumbledore knew as much as he seemed to, then why didn't he do something about what Harry was doing? If Dumbledore knew anything at all, he would know that he wasn't the one doing the manipulating, Harry was.

Even though he didn't act like it towards them, Harry knew that there were only two people that he could actually trust, Severus and Remus. Though, he wasn't about to talk to them about anything or tell them more then he needed to, but he knew that when the time was right that they would be there for him. He knew that they weren't about to tell Dumbledore anything that they had found out from Occlumency. Of course, they couldn't tell Dumbledore because then they old fool would know that his beloved teachers went and did something behind his back.

Harry had his suspicions about other teachers, too. He knew that McGonagall would never go against Dumbledore, at least not openly, but she did disagree with the things that he did, though, she would never tell anyone that. Flitwick seemed to be with Dumbledore along with most of the other teachers. Harry knew that Madam Pomfrey was completely against Dumbledore, she had told Harry herself. Of course, Harry was more than happy to tell her that could help her out because there was a group of people that were against Dumbledore but would never go over to the dark side.

Harry took a long drag of his cigarette. He needed to sort out who was with Voldemort, who was with Dumbledore and who was against both of them. Harry knew that the only people that he could trust were against both of the old manipulating men. So far, the only people that he knew of that were against both was Severus and Remus.

As much as Harry trusted them, he didn't, if that made any sense. He trusted them not to tell Dumbledore anything that went on, but he didn't trust them enough to talk to them about anything, he wanted to trust them like that, but he didn't think that he could because the last time he had trusted someone he had ended up being manipulated. Though, Harry knew that he had full control over Dumbledore, Severus and Remus. Severus and Remus because if they ever did something to manipulate him or to hurt him in any way, then Harry would go see Dumbledore and pretend to be on his side. Dumbledore because if the old man did anything, Harry would make sure that he would regret it in the end.

There were two more people that Harry knew that where with him, Brian and Justin, those two would do anything for him. Over the summer, Harry had opened up to them, though, it was only as much as he opened up to anyone, but it was enough because Harry knew that in the end he could trust them.

Harry remembered during the summer, he had told Brian and Justin about the Kyra he had seen on the Knight Bus and how he thought that she was the same Kyra that had been in Dumbledore's office before. They said that they knew a Kyra before they asked Harry to describe what she looked like. The two had seemed to become nervous and slightly defensive when Harry had described the Kyra that they knew. The two men had told him that she was against both Voldemort and Dumbledore and everyone knew that she was.

When Harry had asked what she did for work, Brian said that he wasn't at liberty to tell. That was when Harry asked if they were good friends with her, it was Justin who had answered. He had said yes and then he had added that not very many people knew what Kyra did for work because Brian and seemingly forgot to tell Harry that. Harry had asked who old she was and what her last name was. Brian had told him that she was twenty-six and that he was, yet again, not at liberty to tell. When Harry had looked at Justin for an answer, Justin had shaken his head.

When Harry looked up he noticed that he was at the castle gates. He sighed as he walked up to the front doors of the school and went in, he was thankful that nobody in Gryffindor had stayed behind for the trip.


It was midnight; Draco sat in his private quarters. He was leaning back on his chair as he took a drag of his cigarette. Even though it had been over twelve hours, Draco still felt the affects of the drug on him. When it came to drugs and drinking, Draco wasn't a lightweight, he didn't get stoned easy and he didn't get drunk easy. Though, with the stuff that Potter had had he could fell the affects of the drug after three hits.

After today, though, Draco's perspective of Potter had changed, he realized that the raven-haired boy was somewhat like him, that there was more then meets the eye. Draco always thought that Potter had the perfect life, that Potter would never have to resort to drugs to help, that Potter was treated like royalty at home. From what Draco had seen at the Leaky Cauldron and at school, there was more to Potter then meets the eye.

When the boy had arrived that the Leaky Cauldron that night, Draco had been shocked, he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why Potter was their. Then when he saw that Potter had his eyebrow pierced and that he smoke, Draco could have swore that he had gone into shock. Though, when he had asked the boy if he had any other piercings, and Potter stuck his tongue out, Draco wasn't surprised, he had one, too, and he had showed Potter. But, when Potter returned to the hotel with his lip pierced, he had surprised Draco, yet again.

At the train station when Potter had asked him to not bug him as much but he didn't care about the others, Draco was shocked. Then, Potter had an argument with Weasley and Granger, Draco had reckoned that Potter disliked then from the way that he had talked about them, but when Potter had actually argued with them the way that he had on the train, Draco was positive that Potter had finally given up on forever.

Though Draco wouldn't admit it to anyone, he had been jealous and hurt when Potter had refused his friendship back in first year, that was why he had given the boy and his friends such a hard time for the last five years. Now, though, Draco was somewhat glad that he wasn't Potter's friend back then, he didn't want to think about how many times Potter had probably hexed Weasley because he was pissed off. Draco knew that he had hexed Crabbe and Goyle a few times in the past, but never anything serious.

He had even hexed Pansy one or twice, of course, she had deserved it. Draco didn't know how many times he had told her not to bother him at night or crawl into his bed when he was sleeping. The girl couldn't take a hint, when Draco had told her that he like guys more then girls, though, he still liked girls, he hoped that that would get her to leave him alone, but it didn't. She had become more persistent then ever.

It was true, Draco did prefer guy more then girls. He had had sex with a few girls and plenty more guys, he didn't know why, but he liked a guy's anatomy more then a girl's. Everyone knew what Draco preferred, except his father; nobody was brave enough to tell his or her parents who would tell his father. Everyone was too afraid of what Draco would to him or her if they told. Even though Draco didn't curse his fellow Slytherin, except for Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, everyone knew that if Draco's father found out, they would be the one to pay the consciences of their actions.

Draco took one last drag of his cigarette before he put it out in the ashtray on his desk and continued to lean back on his chair. He remembered the first time that he had had sex with a guy; it was shortly after his first time with a girl, which was at the beginning of fifth year. Draco couldn't remember the guys name, all he knew was the he was in Hufflepuff. Draco made the boy swear not to tell anyone, not even after he had left school. The boy had been in his last year and Draco knew that he only had to wait a year before it was safe. He knew that if anyone found out that he had had sex with a Hufflepuff, his reputation would be ruined.

Draco sighed as he looked at clock; it read 12:10. Draco knew that he would have to see his godfather for a dreamless sleep potion if he ever wanted to sleep tonight. Over the last two months, his dreams had been getting worse, almost to the point were he was afraid to sleep. Standing up and putting on a robe, Draco left his private quarters and started to walk over to his godfather's, which were not far from his. Sometimes Draco was glad for that, sometimes he wasn't. When Draco arrived outside his godfather's quarters he didn't bother to knock, his godfather had told him that he didn't need to knock because they shared everything and that he had nothing to hid.

Draco was slightly shocked at the sight before him; his godfather was on the couch in front of the fire cuddling with the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Draco cleared his throat to get the two men's attention, Severus looked at him.

"Good evening, Draco, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit," Severus said sarcastically.

"Severus, be nice,"

"Remus, shut up," Severus said with a fake smile on his face, Lupin could tell that he joking. "Come, sit down."

"I need something from you, Severus," Draco said as he walked over to a couch and sat down.

"Such as?" Severus asked as he put his arm around Lupin's shoulder.

"Enough dreamless sleep potions to last until the end of the week," Draco said hesitantly.

"What are your dreams about this time?" Severus asked, not moving from his position from the couch. Draco knew that that meant he would have to get the potions himself.

"When I was young," Draco said, not telling Severus much.

"Please, be more specific, Draco," Severus said.

"The things that he did to me when I was younger," Draco said. "Don't tell anyone about this, Lupin."

"Don't worry, I wont. And, please, call me Remus," the lycanthrope said.

"Draco, the potions are in the usual spot take four. As for dosage, take half a potion a night," Severus said.

"Ok," Draco said as he walked to a room off from the dinning room. He grabbed the potions and left the room.

"Would you like to talk about anything, Draco? Remus and I will always be here if you need us," Severus said.

"No, it's okay. Though, I might take you up on your offer one day," Draco said as he walked toward the door leading out of Severus's private chambers. "Goodnight Severus, Remus,"


WOOHOO! What did you guys think? You all found out a little bit about Kyra. Also, now that Draco's perspective of Harry has changed, I think you all know what that means! Wow, it hasn't even been a week since I last updated, but I think that the next chapter will take a little longer to write, though, I hope to get it out by Sunday.

Wow, I quickly scanned through the last chapter n I noticed that things were a little OOC but funny :D. lol.

Now, I'd like to thank all my WONDERFUL reviewers:

Shadow315: I'm glad that you love my story, as for when I'm updating, that would be right now :P. lol. The HP/DM slash will be soon, I hope. Lol. As for when Remus and Severus find out about Harry's cutting, I hope that that will be within the next few chapters. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

InsomniaOfTheReaper: Thanks for the compliments, they mean a lot to me. And, yes, I can put myself in Harry's shoes, even Draco's. lol. Don't worry; I can be overdramatic, too. When I was writing the last part I had to try to stop laughing long enough to type it out :P. And again, don't worry; I have no intentions to stop writing this story or waking up with something unpleasant in my mouth :P…well I wouldn't care, unless, of course, it's spiders. Shit, did I type that out? lmao. But, yea, im like DEADLY afraid of spiders. lol. I blame my mother, she used to throw them on me and laugh when I freaked out n started to hyperventilate. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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DarkerHeart: lol. yea, my mother and grandfather are like that a lot…this morning it was my grandmother that woke me up n turned on the lights n took away my blankets n my grandfather was still sleeping so I went under my bed…I do that a lot. lol. Anyways, I guess that you could say that Harry is that thick, but I like to think of it as he doesn't want to think about that possibility. lol. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Snapesavamp5: (Chapter 3) Yes, I know that Harry is a typical smoker. But remember the fact that he's tired of cleaning up after everyone else so they can clean up after him. I know that what he does is wrong but he doesn't care anymore, he's tired of caring about things, remember? And I never once said that smoking made him a sexy rebel, you mentioned that he wasn't and I agree with you, it doesn't make him a sexy rebel. I should know because I smoke, too. And just to let you know, you kind ruined my day !sarcastically! Thanks for that. I hope you like making 14-year-olds feel bad.

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Jujube15: Not exactly, high!Harry is funny…well…if I can get the parts right in my story he will be :P. lol. I think that we might be hearing from D.O.W. soon…I hope. That's funny because I can picture voldie's resurrection like that! Hehehe…funny…Save a broom, ride a Wizard, that's funny too :P. Thanks for the review and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!

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Wow…again…that took me almost a half an hour to answer everyone. lol. because I'm too lazy to work it into the story…Harry is going to have a glamour charm on his entire body so that people don't know that he's not eating properly. Just though I'd mention that! Until next chapter, Byebyez!

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