Eyes

'Those eyes… I've seen them before…' Harry and Draco are troubled teens. After Harry spends six months in juvi, he's back in the real world. Their first plan: rob the first place they see, not knowing that doing that would change their lives forever…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own this story.

Ship: I'll leave it for a surprise. This story is NOT a slash.

Author's Note: Hi everyone. I'm new to writing fanfiction but after reading so many stories I decided to do my own. This isn't a normal Harry Potter story. It's not set in the wizarding world and doesn't have anything to do with magic. Its Harry as a muggle and a possible way he could have turned out after living with the Dursley's for so long. And yes Malfoy will be a main character in the story. Not the main one but one of them. I know some people don't like fanfictions with Malfoy as one of the main characters or as a semi good guy or even friends with Harry (myself sometimes included) but it depends on the story. After what's going to take place in the story… I can't picture Ron in Draco's spot. Read and Enjoy!

Prologue: Troubled Youths

"Hurry the fuck up Draco! Put the stuff in the bloody bag, and move on!"

"Yes Darling I'm going as fast as I can… It's not like we'll get caught."

"Damn it, Malfoy… Don't get cocky. Concentrate on what you're doing and get the stuff over there!" The messy, black haired teen pointed his finger over to the dark oak dresser on the other side of the room. There on top of it was an antique jewelry box and by the looks of it, held something expensive.

He was at the dresser in a flash, throwing anything and everything within reach into an already half - full bag. "Harry! Look what I found!" His smile was full of greed as his eyes glinted with excitement.

Just as Harry was about to move to the other end of the room, there were slamming doors and shouts ringing through the once silent night. Almost at once, voices were already inside the house, drawing nearer and nearer with each passing second.

The house was white and rather large, it was apparent some wealthy people lived there. It was two stories high and was located in a small rich district in London. The front of the house was lined with red and blue flowers and had a few trees. In the back there was a large patio with a mini bar on it. There was also a pool along with a hot tub. It had multiple windows on each floor which would come in handy if they got into a sticky situation but tonight they had been sure they wouldn't.

They had actually been planning to break into this house for about a week and had gotten down the families routines pretty well. Tonight they were going to their daughter's ballet recital. About a half an hour after the family had left, Draco and Harry broke in.

When they first walked in the door the house was large and empty, except for expensive items to show off to their friends. There were a few small statues along with some very expensive art paintings. A crystal chandelier hung, glimmering from the moonlight it caught from the window above the oak doors. Two staircases lined the walls both going up leading to another story. There were also small glass tables around the room which held small vases, crystal lamps and flowers.

They hadn't snooped around too long, just making their way into various, large sized rooms with silk curtains and gold jewelry. All of the rooms had at least a dozen things that would sell for hundreds of dollars. Currently, they were on the second floor.

Down the hall, cops were muttering quietly, but Harry's keen ears managed to pick it up.

Suddenly, Draco felt a jerk as Harry tugged him by the collar of his shirt into the nearest closet. The emerald eyed seventeen year old motioned for his friend to be silent as he listened intently on what was happening outside the closet doors.

A few footsteps crossed from the hall into the spacious room. Seconds passed as the cops glanced around, and stealthily they crept to the closet.

As the door slowly creaked open, Draco shot a panicked glance to Harry. Harry, trying to stay clam and thinking quick, shoved Draco and himself to an alcove in the closet behind some expensive fur coats. Light shined into the closet as the cops looked around carefully, scanning the large closet.

Seeing nothing, the cops motioned to each other, and walked out the door and into the next room. Harry, hearing they were safe for the moment, quickly and quietly opened the closet door and made a dash to the window, Draco in toe.

Harry quickly snapped the window open, pushing it up as quickly as possible. But, behind him there was an extremely large crash.

Whipping around, the green eyed teen saw Draco, his stormy blue eyes wide with panic and shock, standing over a shattered blue vase. Already, the cops were at the door. Needing to get out or else be caught, the two jumped out the window. They hit the ground and jumped up quickly with nothing but a few scratches and took off as fast as they could down the street… The cops close behind.

Still keeping their speed, Harry led them around a corner to a dead end ally. They had ran a long way probably close to three miles; out of the wealthy district and into a shopping district with old rundown brick buildings. Looking around and racking his brain for idea, Harry saw a fire escape about eleven feet up. Grabbing Draco's arm, he pulled them over to the fire escape.

"What are you doing, we gotta run!"

"We're going up!"

"How? The ladder's busted, how are we suppose to reach?"

"I'll give you a boost." He glanced behind his shoulder and sees a long shadow becoming shorter as the cops approached. "Then you pull me up."

Nodding quickly, Draco put his foot into Harry's waiting hands. Reaching as far as he could, he finally grasped onto the platform of the escape and managed to pull himself up. Turning around and looking down, Draco was shocked to see his friend was no longer there. Glancing around, he saw Harry a few feet away, hiding behind a dumpster.

Harshly, but quietly, he whispered, "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Shut up, stay up there and keep quiet!" Harry ordered, sending a sharp glare to his friend.

"B - but what about you?"

To this, Harry smiled and replied, "Better me than the both of us…" With that, the cops came around the corner and spotted him instantly. Pulling him up roughly, they shoved him against the wall, hands forced behind his back.

As they cuffed him, one of the cops began to say, "You have the right to remain silent…"

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Running a hand through his messy hair, Harry got up off of his bed and walked towards the window. It was dark and gloomy outside as rain continued to poor from the sky. 'Another rainy day' he thought as he sat back down on his bed. He had been in juvi for a little over a week and already he wanted out.

After he had been arrested they had triad him soon after for all of the robberies he had done, six in total. Of course they didn't know about all of the other things he had done in his life, which was a good thing because he would have been put in here for a much longer time. They had asked him who helped him in the robberies in exchange for a month off of juvi, but he hadn't said anything. He would have never ratted Draco out, they had been through too much together. So as far as he knew Draco still had not been caught.

He was immediately put into a juvenile delinquent center in London. The place was fairly big. It was an old warn down brick building that used to be a prison about fifty years ago. It had a rather large front and back yard. The front had nothing on it but the back had a basketball court with torn up, uneven tar on the ground. The hoop itself wasn't in any better shape, it looked like it would fall apart at any second. A tall wired fence ran around the whole perimeter of the juvenile center. There was machinery, trucks and supplies in the back also which would eventually be brought inside by the delinquents here.

Harry had been placed in a small room by himself. It was fairly simple, two beds and besides them two bedside tables. There was one window that overlooked the front yard. The walls were in horrible shape and needed some serious paint on them. The existing paint was faded and peeling off the walls.

Most people in the place shared rooms with another person but he had only himself in his and he liked it better this way. He didn't need some idiotic kid to share a room with, bothering him every second of the day. Most of the people here were amateurs, had never done anything too terrible. Eighty percent of the people here had shoplifted a few times, maybe had mildly assaulted a person or had harmed some animals. Possibly one or two people had even hotwired a car… but he doubted it.

There was one group though that had gotten into a little bit more trouble than the rest, more like himself. As far as he had heard they had tried to rob a man who wouldn't give up any of his money, thinking the teens were just bluffing. Sadly he had been wrong. The man now lay on a hospital bed in a coma and it was skeptical that he would ever wake up from it.

This group had already marked Harry as a target, trying to scare him, to show him who was the boss and that they weren't going to be dethroned. They were threatened by him, which is something he took as a compliment because he was indeed not someone you provoke. They hadn't done anything too serious as of yet, mostly just giving him looks that promised pain if they were to ever get him alone without a guard around.

He did have one small confrontation with the group on his first day here. They had managed to distracted a guard and had cornered him in one of the laundry rooms they were assigned to work in for the day. They were going to "welcome" him to the center. Fortunately Harry hadn't been harmed but he couldn't say that about the others who had tried to mess with him. Harry had gotten more than a few good punches in to get the point across that he should be left alone. This though only had the group want to get back at him… hence he become there main target.

As he was coming out of his thoughts the door opened and a cocky guard by the name of Jones came in with a navy blue security outfit on and a smirk plastered on his face. Harry really hated this man. He had also singled out Harry for being the new guy and picked on and goaded him every chance he got, hoping that Harry would do something to retaliate and get into a lot of trouble. Harry hadn't fallen for it though, he'd dealt with much worse before.

"Better make some room. As of tonight, you've got a new buddy you can hang out with." With that the guard grinned and left, locking the door behind him.

Harry stared at the spot where the guard had been standing and slowly got up. He looked around the room calmly and went to his bedside table where a glass of water was kept. He picked it up and instead of drinking the water from it, threw it as hard as he could against the opposite wall. As the pieces of shattered glass fell to the ground, his mind kept repeating the same thing…

It was going to be a long six months.

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Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction I've ever posted. I've actually got a Harry/Hermione story in the works but its going to take some time to get it on here. I personally like this story a lot, but I would always like feedback, so tell me what you think! Please no flames but constructive criticism is always welcome. If you didn't care much for the story well… I promise it gets better. R&R