AN: I am sorry for the long wait. It was sadly unavoidable, I broke both my wrists last summer and even now writing is incredibly painful. I am uploading what I had written before my accident which wasn't much and I hope to get more out in the next year or so but please be patient with me. This story's first chapter was rewritten so please reread that one and I hop you enjoy them.

Chapter 2 –Year 1994

Summer after Third Year

Harry was sitting quietly at his small table by the door reading a romance novel that he'd lifted from a second hand store. It was a good story, even if it was a heterosexual pairing. The raven blushed as the hero finally rescued his bride-to-be and whisked her away to his castle. He was just getting to the good part when a knock on his door pulled him back to reality. He wrinkled his little nose as he marked his place, it always happened just as he was relaxing. He set the book down as he stood; a green eye peeked through the peep hole.

It was Tony. Harry scowled even as he undid the latch. He didn't like the large man who reminded the boy a little bit too much of his uncle; even worse with his clout and rough tastes. Not that he'd turn away a client; especially not when his funds were drying up quickly and with rent due the next day. Tony entered the small room like he owned the place and shut the door behind him. Harry didn't pay him much mind as he began to strip off his light shirt and loose shorts. Tony wasn't much for talking; in fact the fat man preferred that it remained quiet and Harry didn't mind too much. The boy was just getting onto the bed when the man spoke.

"Boy, let's play a game." Harry looked over his shoulder at the obese man, a frown marring his features. Tony had a wicked smile on his face as he twirled a gleaming knife in his hand. The raven gulped as he slid across the bed trying to get away from him but Tony was fast for a fat man. He managed to grab a hold of long ebony locks and used them to drag the green eyed boy back to him. "If you scream I'll do far worse then cut you."

The man raised the knife intending to cut at the boy's chest but Harry throw up his arms to protect himself. The blade cut into his skin but he didn't pay it any mind as he struggled against the hold on his hair. Finally he was able to free himself with a burst of magic, it sent the man across the room into the dresser as the bed shot into the wall. Tony was up in moments even as Harry scrambled towards the dropped knife. The fat man overturned the table as he charged forward knocking the small boy into the wall even as his slender fingers grasped the sharp object. Harry screamed as he was picked up by his throat.

"I told you not to scream!" The beast thundered as he threw the boy towards the bathroom. He drew a gun from his jacket as the boy crawled into the restroom as quickly as he could. Tony advanced on him with a manic gleam in his eyes. Tears poured from emerald eyes when he turned to face his attacker. He couldn't believe this was how it was going to end; he was going to die at the hands of a fat muggle. No… He wouldn't die bare as the day he was born in a dirty motel bathroom. Harry refused to be just another John Doe sitting in some London morgue. The raven realized that it was either him or Tony. He surged forward, the knife in front of him and stabbed upward with all of his might. "UGGGG!"

Harry sobbed as he was taken down by the man's heavy frame. He lay there for who knows how long before he began to worm his way from beneath the behemoth. When he was free he grabbed the knife again and scrambled into the bathtub. He had to hide, he'd done magic. They'd find him or Merlin help him if Tony was only knocked out; either way he wasn't going without a fight. So he braced himself against the wall and waited as the sun shifted through the small bathroom window.

-0-

Harry sighed tiredly as he turned over in his uncomfortable motel bed only to roll off of a low couch on to a carpeted floor. He lay there for some time, gazing up at a pale gray ceiling as he tried desperately to remember where the hell he was. Memories sluggishly flickered across his mind and he felt tears well up. He rolled to his side in the cramped space between Jack's coffee table and the couch; he tucked his knees up under his chin and sobbed in fear and despair. After his tears had dried and he felt somewhat calm he uncurled himself and sat up. He was immediately assaulted by the sight and smell of what was defiantly a red-blooded man's home.

His emerald eyes swept across the disaster zone looking for some sign of Jack. After a moment he spotted a torn piece of cardboard. The message was short but Harry felt his heart soar, Jack wanted him to hang around. The raven closed his eyes and would have drifted back to sleep sitting right there up against the sofa but as he shifted his arm struck the table leg. He sighed as he looked at the tattered rags that had slipped from their original places. The wounds, well not life threatening, still hurt like hell and some, the deeper ones, were a bright pink around the edges. He'd have to clean and wrap them.

The trip to the guest bathroom was quite an adventure; it seemed that the mess spread throughout the entire dwelling. The lavatory was just as disorganized however it didn't take long for him to find a first aid kit. It was badly stocked; most likely it was often used and hadn't been replenished since its last use. Harry cleaned his lesions thoroughly and bandaged them properly as he had so many times during his stint with the Dursley family. He sorted the rest of the supplies before storing them away.

When his arms were taken care of he turned his attention to the chaos around him. How anyone could live in such a place he didn't know. Well it just wouldn't seem right to leave it the way it was so the raven dug through the sink cabinet searching for any type of cleaning products. His emerald eyes lit up as he pulled quite a few unopened bottles and some powders out; he even found a pack of antibacterial wipes which were stuck in the corner of the cabinet.

Harry smiled softly as he placed his prizes on the counter. Cleaning was something he did very well and it was the least he could do to pay Jack back for taking him in. Well, he smirked, it was just one of the ways but the others would have to what till the blonde was actually present. He quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of his raven head, he really wanted to get something done before the blonde returned and those feelings would only distract him.

-0-

Jack cursed vehemently as he pulled into his parking space behind the bar. It had taken him hours to find Cain and even then it had taken him nearly as long to catch the little rat. Alex Cain had tested his patience all day and then had had the nerve to shot him. The blonde clenched his teeth as he undid his seatbelt and painfully climbed out of his dilapidated hatch back. He swore again as he hobbled to the back and popped the hatch. He reached out and grabbed to bags from the mess, one was his tools the other was the missing product his boss had talked about.

Cain hadn't been very smart but Jack had put him in his place and he was sure the Dustin was taking care of the clean up considering what he'd been forced to do to get the rat to squeal. The blonde hadn't wanted to kill the man but he hadn't stolen from just anyone. Ken Grace was considered the king of London; he was smart, handsome, persuasive, and the head of one of the largest crime families in Britain. Jack had been working for him since he was fifteen and was a valued employee which was the only reason the blonde was given such free reign over his own business.

Jack slammed the hatch closed and shuffled his way to the stairs. He stared at them in contempt before forcing his way up them one step at a time. He was sweating profusely when he reached the top; he leaned against the cool metal of his door for a few moments as he fished around in his pocket for the keys. After several attempts he finally got the right one in the hole; the door swung open and he barely remembered to grab them again as he slammed it behind himself. He staggered to the couch, only after he was sprawled across the low piece of furniture did he finally realized he hadn't had to step over any trash to get there.

He took in the clean coffee table and the vacuumed carpet. If he didn't know better he'd say that he'd entered the wrong house. He gazed dumbly around taking in everything and was shocked to find that he had everything else had received a similar treatment. Just at that moment a raven head poked out of his kitchen door. The ivory skin had a streak of dirt across it and black bags resided under sparkling emerald eyes. Jack was taken aback as a sweet smile was directed his way.

-0-

Harry was just putting away the last of the now clean dishes when he heard the front door open. A few seconds passed as someone moved around in the living room then it was quiet. Harry pulled out one of the knives he had just put away as he edged towards the door; he wasn't going to take any chances considering what had happened to him in the last few days. He popped his head around the door and breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair.

"Oh Jack, you home." He set the steak knife on the counter before bustling out of the kitchen. He smiled brightly as he approached the man who had taken him in. Harry was just about to give the man a hug when he noticed the poorly wrapped bandage around the blue eyed man's leg. "Jack your hurt."

"'s nothing really." Jack's words were a bit slurred as he slumped against a pillow. Harry rushed around the sofa into the bathroom going right for where he had the first aid kit. The raven carried it into the next room and set it on the table before taking a seat next to the man. Harry immediately began unwrapping the binding. "Really Deuce 's nothin' to worry your pretty little head 'bout."

Harry just frowned before continuing his exam. The older man obviously didn't know the extent of the damage. The raven though knew right away it was more than 'nothing'; it was a deep wound and as he shifted to get a better look he noticed there seemed to be something lodged in it. Great, the man had been shot of all things; Harry didn't know much about bullet wounds but he knew he had to get the thing out of the other man and hope to high hell that he hadn't nicked an artery with all of his moving.

"Jack, we have to get the bullet out but you don't have the right things in the med kit. Do you have another one somewhere?" Jack flopped his head to look at him with droopy eyes. Harry sighed again as he tried again. "Do have another first aid kit Jack?"

"'s down in th' bar. Talk t' Todd." The man's voice dropped off as his eyes slid shut. Harry shook him lightly and frowned as his eyes opened a fraction before sliding closed again. He bit his lip looking between the blonde and the door. He didn't think it was a good idea to leave the man alone but he really needed the other kit. He muttered a crude phrase as he made his way to the entrance, he'd only be gone a moment and he hoped that Jack didn't wake up before he got back.

He opened the door and was shocked by how late it seemed to be. He remembered it being night when they'd driven up and the sun was hung low as he stepped out. He didn't have time to think on it though and he hurried down the stairs taking care not to slip in his rush. The raven rounded the building and grasped the handle of the bar door. It wasn't locked so Harry could only assume someone was already there. He entered and headed straight for the bar when a deep voice stopped him.

"Hey kid you shouldn't be here." The man was tall maybe 6'5" with a dark skin tone and a shaved head. He was quite intimidating really but Harry was on a mission and he wouldn't give up easily but he was certain the guy, whom he expected to be Todd, would stand in his way. He bit his lip again as he cast his gaze around looking for the kit. He didn't see it.

"Jack's hurt I need the first aid kit." That got him moving really quick.

"Shit why can't that man be more careful." He moved behind the bar and rummaged around before pulled out a large bag with red cross on it. He chucked it over the counter and only Harry's seeker skills kept him from catching it with his face. "Here squirt, I'd go up with you but nobody else can watch the bar and Jack would rather bleed to death then close the bar for a night."

"Thank you." Harry was out the door and back up the stairs before the black man could blink. He pushed the door open and was pleased to see the blonde hadn't moved. He quickly unzipped the bag he carried and dug around in it. He pulled out a pair of scissors and didn't waste a moment before cutting into the man's jeans. Jack whimpered as Harry pulled the fabric away from the wound and the raven frowned as the denim refused to budge. He dug through the bag again and found a bottle on sterile water.

He poured a good deal right onto the wound and winced as Jack screamed. He took a deep breath and rubbed lightly at the stuck cloth until he could pry it away from the injury. It was much worse then he thought and he couldn't in good conscience continue without the man having some sort of anesthetic. He went back to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Russian vodka and large glass from the cupboard where had had stashed it earlier that day. He rushed back to Jack; he poured a glass and concentrated on his magic for a moment and watched as the liquid bubbled before settling back down.

He'd been using small spurts of wandless magic all day in his cleaning and had already figured that the ministry couldn't detect it; so he wasn't worried about using it to change the alcohol into something even stronger. He set the bottle down after taking a good drag himself to calm his nerves and after gagging on the taste he shook the man awake again and handed him the glass. Jack looked at him with hooded eyes but nodded slightly as he tossed the drink back. The glass rolled out of his hand to the floor and his eyes glazed over as the magic infused liquor washed through his body. He was out of it in only a handful of moments and the raven felt only a little guilty for basically drugging the other man.

When he was certain Jack was sufficiently unconscious Harry grabbed a set of tweezers and set to work on the man's leg. The bullet was half buried in the bone, even passed out as he was Jack still screamed as the raven wiggled and scrambled around trying to get a hold of the metal. Finally he pulled it free and felt good for a moment until he noticed blood beginning to pour out of the gash. He quickly pressed some gauze to it and panicked, he sat there for a little while but the blood kept seeping through the cloth and Jack's face was getting paler by the second.

"Fuck," Harry cursed loudly. He gently sent out tendrils of his magic into the wound and 'looked' around before cursing again. The bullet had nicked the artery and had gouged the bone. He had never healed anyone else's wounds before but he could only assume it was much like how he had fixed himself during his time with his family. So with that in mind he slowly began to rebuild the bone and 'stitch' the blood vessels back together all the while putting pressure on the leg. He couldn't heal it all of the way because it would lead too many questions that he couldn't answer.

When he has confident he'd done all he could without drawing attention he pulled back. He wouldn't be able to do anything more so he reached for the bandages but he stopped as a thought entered his head. He had to clean the wound and he had an open bottle of vodka right in front of him. The green eyed boy scooped up the bottle and bit his lip for the thousandth time that day; he just knew that it would hurt the elder man but he took a deep breath before splashing a good deal of the bottle over the wound. Jack screamed as he bolted upright before slumping back against the couch, Harry was breathing loudly as the loud noise had scarred him.

He wrapped the leg tightly and after forcing the man to lay flat he placed a pillow under it. He cleaned up the mess he'd made before putting the bag in the bathroom and the vodka back in the kitchen. His emerald eyes scanned the front room and spotted two bags by the door. No doubt Jack had dropped them there when he'd entered. Harry made his way over planning to put them in the man's bedroom but his curiosity got the better of him. He pried them open and took a step back in shock. One was filled with an assortment of weapons some still covered with blood; the other was filled to the brim with packaged white powder he recognized from an encounter with one of the dealers living in the motel.

Just who the hell was he shacking up with?!