Hey, guys! This is a fic for jamies, as requested. I am using jamies's OC, Amy. I own nothing but the plot line and that fantastic riding crop over in the corner. With love,

-JazzyKat

Harry grumbled to himself as he stomped down the wet and cold sidewalk that leads into town. Here he was again, running away from his family. Harry loved his family, of course he did, but he felt invisible any time that he was around them. It seemed that all Lily and James could do was praise the brilliance that was Amy, Harry's younger brother. Sure, Harry liked the kid to an extent, but it was so easy to hate him for stealing his parent's attention away. Harry stood at a solid 5'7 and looked to be James's younger clone. Amy, on the other hand was as pale as the snow, had pale blond hair, a rounded chin and had stunning blue eyes. Nothing like the Malfoys at all. Harry shuddered at the thought. A horn honk from his left brought him out of his reverie with a rather violent start. He shook himself and then drew his coat about him tighter.

Finally, after walking what seemed like 50 miles he spotted the crappy little alley way where Ern would be waiting. Harry hadn't meant to start doing drugs, honest. He'd come across some in one of his fits of anger and wandering the town at dark and decided to try them, simply because his mom and dad hated drug users. Now, five years later Harry was caught up in the web and did not want to be let go. He'd gone through withdrawal exactly once and didn't plan on ever going through it ever again.

With the seedy transaction done, Harry wandered around some more, before letting his feet carry him wherever they wanted. It wasn't as if his parents were concerned about his well being, they were surely too focused on Amy. Harry had lost his godparents to Amy as well. Took two months, but that was long enough time to show Harry that human emotions were worthless and that people changed.

Later that evening after he'd shot up, he finally dragged himself up from his drug induced sleep and stumbled back home. He climbed up the drain pipe against the side of the house and let himself back into his bedroom. He'd glanced through his window his parents and godparents sitting around eating supper and fawning over Amy and his Owl results. Never matter that Harry had received the highest amount of Owls that a person physically could, they had to praise Amy over his scores and push Harry over to the side of things. He stripped off his clothes and dived under his sheets. A few minutes later, Harry heard his door creak open. Light from the hallway spilled into the room and Harry felt eyes draw down his back as he feigned sleep. A hand slowly and gently stroked his hair back from his face. Harry heard his mother from the doorway.

"What do we do, James?" James sighed quietly and stroked Harry's back.

"I don't know love. I just- I have no idea what to do to reach him. I just want my boy back, Lily."

Harry heard her move closer, and then felt as she kissed his temple.

"I know, James. I wish that we had our Harry back as well."

With last kisses, his parents exited his room. Harry was confused and his chest felt tighter and wrong somehow. Finally the effervescent effects of the drugs wore off and Harry crashed straight into sleep.

The next morning he awoke and could only dredge up hazy memories of last night. He had a strange feeling that he was forgetting something, but brushed the feeling aside and jumped into the shower, turning the water up to scalding and stepping in.

Harry thought that he had control over his addiction, but over time, it became obvious that he did not have as strong of a control that he thought he did. Months later, it became apparent that something was wrong when Harry noticed that he had not eaten in at least a week. Shrugging it off, Harry continued with his use. Finally after becoming so paranoid that he couldn't even leave his room, Harry admitted that something was wrong.

He quit, cold turkey, or well at least he tried to. Quite rapidly, Harry felt himself become depressed and anxious. There were days when he couldn't care to drag his sorry ass out of bed. Finally he pushed a shaking hand through his hair and staggered out of bed and into the shower. He dropped the soap and shampoo both four times before managing to get a grip on the bottles, causing him to swear rather violently and kick the side of the shower. With a smarting toe and wet hair, he yanked on some clothes and stuffed a wad of bills into his pocket. He glided down the stairs and was halfway out the door when his parents caught sight of him.

"Where are you going?" Lily called from the sink.

"Out," Harry curtly said in her direction, continuing on toward the front door.

James, who had been reading the paper in the living room, folded his paper and stood to block Harry's path.

"Hey, don't talk to your mother like that. She just asked where you were going because she's concerned about you. We both are. We just want to see you-," here Harry cut him off, chuckling low in his throat.

Harry whirled around and shouted, "NO YOU DON'T! YOU CARE NOTHING FOR ME! IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT YOUR PRECIOUS AMY! FIRST HE GOT YOU AND MOM AND THEN HE GOT SIRIUS AND REMUS! DON'T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME YOU CARE!" he snarled and turned back around to leave, and caught James's fist to his jaw. Lily screamed and for a moment all three stood absolutely still.

Hate and hurt shuttered in Harry's eyes. Self revulsion and regret shuttered in James's eyes. Harry turned the collar of his coat up against his neck and wrenched the door open, stomping through and slamming the door behind him. A shudder of satisfaction rolled up his spine as he heard the door split like a gunshot behind him. He simply walked on, not caring about what the neighbors thought.

He saw Remus and Sirius walking toward him. He smirked and nodded his head to them as he passed, ignoring their questions. It didn't take long for Harry to reach that dingy alley, but what he saw made him stop dead.