As requested, here is Chapter Two. Hope you enjoy.
-JazzyKat
The first thing that caught his eye was all of the blood, far too much for anyone to have bleed out and still be alive. The next was Ern's crumpled body lying next to an overflowing and filthy dumpster. The last was a gang of thugs surrounding a small body at the back of the alley. Not knowing what he was doing, he stepped back out of the alley and shouted loudly, "IN HERE BOYS! COME ON! YOU CALL YOURSELVES POLICE!"
To further pad his illusion, Harry conjured a police siren and several indistinct voices. It seems that even with his hands shaking horribly, the trick worked, and soon the gang of thugs came tumbling out of the alley and took off when they noticed the actual police several blocks down. Harry ducked back into the alley and rushed over to the person. As he drew near, he noticed the sobbing figure was Amy. Amy had a split lip and his shirt was torn. Harry thought to turn and walk away, but his saving people complex kicked him in the nuts, so he cautiously knelt down next to Amy and belatedly noticed that Amy was sobbing. Harry gently laid a hand on his shoulder.
Amy stiffened, before glancing up and seeing Harry. With another choked sob, Amy threw himself into his brother's arms. Harry stiffened before hesitantly drawing Amy close and soothing him. Harry ignored the shaking in his hands and pulled Amy closer. Amy snuggled close to Harry without thinking about it, and Harry's lower regions started to take interest in the young boy's wriggling around. Harry held his breath and focused on the disgusting site of Ern's body lying cooling near him. Harry, once he had gotten his body under control focused back on Amy and started to look for any visible injuries. As Harry drug his eyes over Amy's pale face, his eyes alighted almost involuntarily upon Amy's pink lips. He tried to tear his eyes away, but then a sudden impulse hit Harry like a freight train. Amy fit perfectly into his arms. This thought and the other thoughts of how plush Amy's lips were and how beautiful Amy actually was frightened Harry, so he pushed them to the very back of his mind where he was mourning the loss of Ern and his clean drugs. Now, Harry had to go through the pain of finding a new dealer, and it was not something that Harry looked forward to.
With a deep sigh, Harry swung Amy up into his arms and began the long trek back to the house. Really, he'd wanted a nice sulk; he didn't want to return so soon. It ruined the dramatic effect. Nevertheless, Harry found himself barging through the front door yet again, except this time, he had a traumatized, sexier than he should be by social norms in his arms. James was the first to greet them in the tiny hallway between the front door and the living room.
Lily was but a few steps behind him, and she gasped at the sight of them. She ushered the boys into the living room and bustled about getting potions supplies together, trying desperately to keep calm. James hovered in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Harry wouldn't meet his or Lily's eyes. Amy had quieted down and was sniffing quietly, curious as to why there was a strange new tension between his parents and Harry. Amy subtly snuggled into Harry's arms and tried not to blush. He'd been attracted to his brother a long time now. Harry was, in fact, the first person that Amy had had a crush on. As Amy had gotten older, that cute childhood crush transposed itself into something more passionate and encompassing. Amy, fearing that he would be viewed as weird or as a freak had simply hid those feelings and did a moderately good job of keeping his desires at bay.
Harry felt Amy stiffen, but didn't think anything about it, as Remus and Sirius burst into the room and immediately began fawning over Amy. Harry could feel the paranoia creep up on him in the back of his mind, and he swore inwardly as he remembered that he didn't get that extra fix from Ern. Of course he couldn't get an extra hit, Ern was lying dead in some back alley, and any other druggies in the city would have scavenged over his body and made away with the stolen goods. Harry grit his jaw at the thought of having to go to another less reputable dealer, but the burning need was quickly overriding any protests from Harry's end of the deal. James, being close enough to the two boys now could see Harry's jaw tense and misinterpreted the small motion.
"Let's just give them some space and let them tell us what happened," James suggested quickly and laid a hand on Remus's shoulder. Remus looked up and noticed Harry's dark look. Understanding dawned in his eyes and the bottom of his stomach fell through to the floor. He'd been ignoring Harry in favor of Amy; of course Harry would be angry with him. With a shamed face, he pulled Sirius away. Lily bustled in and quickly washed off their faces. She then stood back up and put her hands on her hips. Harry quickly and emotionlessly relayed the events of the evening, substituting in a plausible enough lie as to why Harry was in the dirty alleyway in the first place. Amy, sensing something was amiss kept his mouth shut and played along.
The story was accepted and soon, the boys were tucked into bed. Harry lay stiff, watching the numbers on the clock next to his bed tick on. Finally, around twelve, he deemed it safe to head to town. He glanced at the dingy calendar and noticed what day it was, Tuesday, which meant that another halfway clean dealer would be making his rounds in the park, at the fountain. Harry slipped his shoes on and instead of trying the front door, slid out his window instead, forgetting to prop it open in his haste to get his next fix.