A New Life, For Better or For Worse

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Disclaimer: Not mine. Seriously. If I owned it, why would I be writing fanfictions for it? If I owned it... well, let's just say it wouldn't be a children's book. -Laughs-

A/N: Okay guys. Here I am again. I've found this pairing and am trying my hand out with it. I've got the plot set in mind and that way it should follow it. I'm not too sure however with the title of it, if anyone can think of a better one let me know. If I like it and think it goes with the story I'll change it and give the rights to whoever gave me it. Now please enjoy!

A foot tapped the ground in irritation and annoyance

A foot tapped the ground in irritation and annoyance. The young man stared stubbornly at the desk in front of him, teeth grinding together as the foot tapped.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

"What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Potter?" The tired voice asked again.

No response.

"Mr. Potter, you have to understand the situation you're in. You attacked another student. There were witnesses surrounding you both that say you attacked him out of the blue. That doesn't look good for you." The woman sighed and sat down in the chair opposite of him on the other side of the desk. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "Mr. Potter, please just explain to me why you attacked Mr. Malfoy."

His hands clenched together in anger at the name.

Malfoy.

His eyes narrowed and as soon as he was about to open his mouth to say how he felt about that two-timing s.o.b his mother stormed in.

"Harry!" She screeched. One could tell in one glance that this redhead was definitely not pleased. No one would be when getting a call from the school to tell you your kid is being expelled from school.

It would have been just suspension if not for the many… difficulties he had with the school. Lily screamed words of meaningless things at him as he sat there. He gave no inclination that he heard her which angered her to no end. She grabbed his shoulder and jerked him in an unmotherly way to force him to look at her.

The moment her hand touched his shoulder he pushed her away from him and jumped out of the chair. "Don't touch me!" He screamed at her, rage swelling in his chest.

"I wouldn't have to touch you if you'd acknowledge me you little brat!" She spat at him. She turned to Mrs. McGonagall and nodded stiffly in her direction. "I'm sorry for my son, he will be punished accordingly at home." The older woman said nothing. "Is there anything else?"

"You'll have to sign a few things before we release him." She looked at Harry, eyes knowing behind her glasses. "Mr. Potter, please sit in the hall while we sort this out with your mother."

"I won't go with her!" He protested, feet not moving from the carpet. "I hate that house and I hate that woman!"

"Don't speak about me that way!" She snarled. "I can still whoop your ass, boy!"

Harry sneered. "Already picked up the bottle, Mother?"

"You aren't my kid ya little brat!"

Harry smiled sweetly. "But Mother Dearest you pushed me out of your vagoo. You've told me the story thousands of times." He turned to the woman still sitting. "Don't let me go with that woman." His voice was softer, the rage gone now.

He hated his mother. He hated that house. Too many memories tainted lay within it. It wasn't always like this. He used to be a good kid. He had a loving dad, mom, and a boyfriend to boot. But things always come tumbling down in the end.

When everything good happens, you feel like you're on top of the world. When everything comes down, you feel like anything could kill you. And that was exactly how Harry felt. The kindest word would send him over the edge now. He only knew bad things and good ones only seemed to hurt. His mother could scream, she could hit him and tell him he was worthless and that he was a murderer. But he could survive that. He had to. The moment however the tears started to pour from her eyes were the moments that he broke. The moments he would promise her anything to end her suffering, even his death if that would make her happy.

But then those tears would dry and those fists would fly. So he left whenever those tears started to come. He left the crying woman on the floor, returning late in the night to make sure he was safe from those angry emerald eyes so like his own.

Mrs. McGonagall shuffled the papers on her desk nervously. "Please go out into the hall while I discuss the situation with your mother Mr. Potter."

His eyes, once soft and helpless were now hard and filled with hatred. "That woman is not my mother!" He left admist the yells of Lily and the protests of the professor. The door slammed shut behind him. One look down the empty hall was all he needed before he took off and ran for all he was worth. Years of practicing futball (We Americans call it 'soccer') had tuned his body, but alcohol had brought it down. He was out of breath by the time he was out of the school, but the teenager didn't stop running. He ran down the street, dodging people on the sidewalk, running across the street without even a glance for this safety.

Finally he reached his destination.

His house.

He was quick, throwing open the door that was never locked and running up the creaky stairs to his room. He dropped to his knees beside his bed and pulled out a large duffel bag. Funny thing about it was that it was a Spider-Man duffel bag (And yes, I do have one!) and it was already stuffed with clothes. He quickly grabbed a picture of happier times, shoved that in there as well and ran down the stairs, almost falling a few times, and entered the kitchen. He grabbed random food and shoved it in there as well. He paused, feeling the weight of the bag. He opened it and pulled out two pairs of pants and three shirts and tossed them onto the ground. Now he left.

His mother would be happier without him here.

Draco would happier now that he was gone.

He didn't have any friends to worry over him. All ties were cut. All the people that he cared about either hated him or were dead. So why stay? There was nothing to tie him down to this stupid little town.

He grabbed his wallet, shoved it into his pocket and left the house, leaving the door wide open. "Let the woman get robbed," he sneered to himself. "It'd teach her a lesson or two." He allowed himself a smirk as he began his jog down the sidewalk, away from it all.

His jog was no longer and the town and the sun were gone. His duffel bag was still on his shoulder, but his feet were shuffling along. He was walking, but he wasn't going very fast. He scowled. In all of his excitement to leave he had forgotten several important things.

1. A map.

2. Water.

3. More water.

He sighed and licked his chapped lips, trying to draw liquid to them. He dropped to the ground, his body giving up. "This sucks!" He moaned loudly to himself. "I'm so fuckin' stupid! But I'm not going back there!" He sat up quickly, snarling to himself. "I won't let myself ever get in a situation like that ever again!" He scrambled to his feet, full of energy now. He kept walking at a brisk pace and let a chuckle escape him as a thought found its way in his head. "At least I'll lose weight and gain muscles!" He laughed out-loud. Perhaps going alone hadn't been a smart thing? He was so yearning for compainship that he was talking to himself! That earned itself another laugh of self-pity. He was a stupid, stupid boy.

But he kept walking, leaving behind a bad life and entering a new one. For good or for worse he was not yet sure.

As he walked he gazed up at the stars, allowing himself a moments peace. He stopped and smiled to himself. His father would have loved to see this. He could hear him now. "Wow! That sure is pretty! Hey, Harry, let's see how many constellations we can point out!" But they didn't know any so all they would have done is made up their own, laughing together in a happy world.

He sighed, all the joy and energy draining out of him. That life was no longer his to live. He only had memories of it until they too died.

As he walked, he thought of the day his father died. The day he killed him.

"Dadddd," he whined in the passenger seat of the car. "Can't we stop at a gas station and get some water?" They were driving back to their home. His mother had flown back a few days ago since they had gotten a call from her work saying a few things. She had to leave early, but they had been okay about that. It was just Harry and his father James in the car. The clock read one in the morning but they still had a long time before they came across a motel for the night. Harry sat up in the seat as he spotted a Valero sign glowing in the night. "Dad! A Valero!" He turned to him, begging. "Please stop and let me get some water!"

James sighed, tired as ever. "Fine," he said. "You stay in the car, I'll leave it running. I'll get you a bottle of water." He smiled mischieviously. "And maybe an extra bottle for you to pee the water back into," he teased. Harry laughed, glad for this time with his father. James was always working late and rarely saw his son so these times were precious to the both of them. He pulled up to the gas station and left the car, ruffling Harry's hair affectionally before he did so. "See you soon, kiddo," he whispered to his son. Harry just grinned and pushed his hand away.

"Yeah, yeah. Bring back the water and I'll think about it." These were the happier times of Harry's life. Once he got back home he and Draco were going to be back together. It had been hell for him to just text his boyfriend, to not see him and kiss him and do other things. He missed the blonde desperately. James grinned back and left the car. Harry locked the door automatically, like the good boy he was. He watched his father enter the Valero.

He waited patiently and watched the store, eyes following another man as he nervously entered the store. Harry frowned, but did nothing. It was none of his business. That guy was probably just wacked out on drugs. His eyes found his father as he headed towards the cash register.

The nervous man had his hand in his jacket.

The nervous man pulled out his hand and with it, a gun.

The nervous man yelled, the words invisible to Harry as he stared. He was floored. He was scared. He couldn't do anything.

James slowly got down on the ground, mouth moving to words Harry couldn't hear. The nervous man seemed unsure, afraid of what this other man was saying. Then his eyes steeled and he pointed the gun to the man kneeling on the floor. His expression, which had been one of nervousness earlier was now cruel with a smirk on his face. He said something right before he pulled the trigger right into James' face.

Harry's father fell, his face now splattered everywhere in the store. Harry screamed, his hands scrambling for his seatbelt. He had to get out! He had to get to his father! Tears streamed down his face and the world slowed. The man turned and shot the man behind the counter, laughing as he did so. He quickly opened the register and took all the money in there. He left the Valero grinning.

But he paused and turned.

He looked into Harry's car. The man's expression hardened as he saw the teenager in there. He quickly stormed over there. Harry watched him with hate-filled eyes, his fingers finally unlatching his seatbelt and throwing open the door. "You motherfucker!" He screamed. "You killed my father!" The man smirked.

"Was that pathetic man your da-da?" He taunted. "The man that begged for his life? The man that begged me to not hurt him, to just take the money and leave? The man who said he had a family to live for. A son he cared about." His eyes were glittering with pleasure. "Are you his son?" His eyes slowly moved from the boy's face down to his feet and up again. "My you are delicious looking."

And that was where his memory ended. The only thing after that he could remember was screaming, pain, and the feeling of helplessness. The next thing Harry remembered was waking up in the hospital.

There was nothing else for Harry to do right now beside sleep. And so he did. Tomorrow would bring sore muscles, more walking, and perhaps hitch-hiking. Sexual favors were not below him.

A/N: So? How was it? Let me know by reviewing okay? I would really appreciate it if you'd review, just a one-word would be nice. I usually review stories with just the word 'Nice.' on the review. XD Now please review and the next chapter should be out soon. Any ideas if I should switch off and on from Harry's point in the story and Fenrir's until they meet? 'Cause once they meet it'll just be in Harry's.