Adjustment of Attitude

Attitude Adjustment
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own MOST of the characters or any of the places, except the jail. :p. I wish I did, but there is no way in hell I could have come up with any of these brilliant things.

Summary: One day Harry & his uncle get into a fight. His uncle hits him, so Harry, tired of it, attacks steals the car, trying to run away. He goes to jail, where he meets someone that turns the whole course of his life.he goes back to school & makes new friends, & ditches ones that were using him. What will 4th year have in store for him This is my first fanfiction, so I guess if it sucks, you can tell me. Dark/harry, goth/ harry. SLASH D/H.
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CHAPTER ONE! Arrested?
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Prologue
On the hot day of July twentieth, Harry Potter woke up, not knowing that his life would be forever changed. Of Course, one question must be asked. Would it be for the better or for the worse? You decide.

When he awoke that morning, it seemed like just any other ordinary day. He woke in the morning, to the usual screech of his aunt’s high-pitched voice, screeching through his door, that he had better have breakfast on the kitchen table, or else. After breakfast he went down the list with his usual chores. It was while he was outside, weeding the garden, that the day suddenly seemed much more interesting. It started with a conversation that he was supposed to be no part of.

There was an awkward silence surrounding him as he pulled weed after weed, only broken by a few bees buzzing in a flower patch nearby. Harry cursed quietly under his breath, until he heard heavy footfalls and muffled words and laugher that got louder as the conversing people got closer to his hidden spot. As the people came to a stop on the opposite side of the hedge he was currently crouched behind, he recognized the voices. It was his obscenely fat and insanely stupid cousin, Dudley, and his cousin’s equally stupid friend Peirs Polkiss. Harry felt a smirk cross his face as the conversation unfolded around him.

“So, are you going to the party tonight?” Harry heard Peirs ask his cousin quietly.

“I’m not sure yet.” Dudley replied quickly. “Where is it and who all is going to be there?”

“It’s in the abandoned warehouse, on Elm Street.” Peirs replied conversationally. “Well, as far-“

“Well, I won’t be able to go then. My parents know I don’t know anyone in that area, and they would be the ones dropping me off.” Dudley said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “I have to go; my parents are expecting me for lunch. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He finished after pausing for a few seconds, in which Harry assumed he was looking at his expensive wrist watch.

As Dudley walked into the house, Harry got a sudden inspiration and smirked evilly. Just because his cousin couldn’t go to the party, didn’t mean he couldn’t. He was almost done with his chores, and if he left as soon as he finished, he could make it there in less than an hour. He looked around to see how much he had left, and got a huge smile on his face when he realized he getting near the end. With one last smile, he started working faster and actually finished three hours later. Afterwards he went inside to get his aunt to check him off and minutes later he was walking confidently down the street, towards an area he had never been before, and he couldn’t be more excited.

When Harry reached the warehouse 30 minutes later, he was one of the only ones there. Except for two people who were unloading a van filled with, what Harry assumed, was alcohol. He just sat there and watched them until, with a sigh, he realized he was extremely bored. Instead he walked up to them quiet and took a deep breath.
“Do you guys need help with anything? I’m completely bored and I’m just going to be sitting here until the party otherwise.” Harry said, in a rush, hoping they got everything he said.

The two boys turned around and eyed him up and down, making Harry blush at the state of his clothes. “Sure, we could use all the help we could get.” The First boy said, with a smile.
“Yeah, the others, who were supposed to help set up, bailed on us at last minute. I’m Zane, by the way, and that’s Devon.” The second boy, now know as Zane, as he lifted a keg out of the van. “Grab something and follow us.”
Harry turned and picked up a box full of CDs and started following the two boys in. He spent the rest of the time helping to set up, and talking to the two new boys. After a couple of hours they were finally finished setting up, and were able to sit back, each with a beer, and relax, even if it was only for a few minutes. They sat there and talked until the first of the guests started showing up. It was then that the music started.
A few hours had passed since the party started. It was going hot and heavy, until someone shut off the music and screamed that a ‘concerned citizen’ had called the police. Harry’s drunken brain didn’t quite grasp the seriousness of the situation, as he sat there for a few seconds. Luckily, Zane understood what was going on and dragged him out of the building by the arm. Devon and Zane decided they were just going to ditch everything at the party, and hopefully, come get it at another time. After they all buckled up, Devon put his foot down to the ground and sped off. After a couple of tense minutes, everyone began to relax. They were going in the opposite direction of the cops, so they were safe.

Zane turned around, from the front passenger side and said, in a slurry voice, “Hey, where d’you live, kid?”

“Number 4 Privet Drive. I’ll tell you how to get there.” Harry replied, with a slight slur he didn’t even realize he had. Fifteen minutes later, he was sliding out of the van walking towards his front door. As he walked up to the door, he hoped that the door was unlocked. He cheered silently when he realized it was. His good mood, however, was squashed when he walked in the door and saw his uncle sitting there, with a purple face, full of anger.

“Where the HELL were you?” His uncle screamed as he grabbed Harry’s arm in a fierce grip. Dragging him into the living room, where a smirking Dudley was sitting on the couch, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

“None of your fucking business,” Harry retorted trying to head over to the opposite couch as Dudley.

“What did you say, boy?” his Uncle said, in a deadly quiet voice.

“I said,” Harry replied in a calm and quiet, although slightly slurred voice,” None of your FUCKING BUSINESS” He screamed in his uncle’s face.
“Wait a minute,” his uncle said, with a shocked look on his face. “Have you been drinking?” The shock left his uncle’s face, though, as he realized what Harry had said to him. “How dare you speak to me that way, after all that we’ve done for you?”

“Oh, cut the bull. You haven’t done SHIT for me since I came here. Don’t act shocked. Why don’t you just go up to bed, you ugly, fat piece of shit.” Harry said, before turning around and trying to head for the couch. He was stopped as his uncle spun him around and smacked him in the face.

“FUCKING BASTARD!” He yelled, before pulling back a fist and punching Vernon back. His large man stumbled back, and stood there in shock. As Harry realized the man was temporarily subdued, he turned and ran into the hall. He was on his way out the door, when he saw a glint of light sitting in a basket on the table by the door. Car keys. Harry smirked as he grabbed them and raced out the door. As he got to the car, he pressed the unlock button and pulled open the door hurriedly. As he put the key in the ignition and turned, his uncle came running, well, waddling really, to the front door. Harry smirked once more, before putting the car in gear and racing off. The adrenaline was rushing through his veins and, boy did he feel alive.

However, that faded quickly as he saw, in his rearview mirror, the flashing lights of a police car. Was he driving poorly, or did his uncle report him? He didn’t know the answer to that. What he did know, however, was that he didn’t want to go to jail. So, with that thought in mind, He put his foot down hard on the accelerator and sped forward. That came to a screeching and, mildly painful, end as he spun the car out of control and hit a guardrail.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. He thought about running, even as he saw the uniformed men approaching the vehicle. As his door flew open, Harry thought he could have pissed himself. As he was pulled out of the car, placed on the ground and handcuffed, he let out a quiet groan. He felt himself get lifted up and led over to the car with the flashing lights. As he was driven to the police station, many thoughts went through his head. Would he go to prison, get sent to boot camp, and be released, only to be murdered by a furious uncle?

As he got to, the station he was told he was going to be booked. After getting a mug shot, fingerprinted, and everything else that involves being booked, he was put in a holding cell. He was told his uncle wasn’t going to press charges, but he was going to be put on probation and kept there for a few days. Rolling his eyes, Harry turned around and saw one of the most interesting people he had ever seen.

He was around 6' 2" and had black hair with candy-apple red streaks coursing through it. The spikes it was styled into reminded him of a middle earth torture device, which made him smile. He had ice-blue eyes that held a giant sparkle of mischief. His eyes also had a thick line of eyeliner surrounding them. He was wearing leather pants with bondage straps, which were tucked into combat boots. He was wearing a blue fishnet shirt, that you could see his six pack abs and his nipple ring and several tattoos. Harry figured he probably had more, but his black floor length trench coat was covering them up. When the boy noticed him staring he started smiling and stood up, walking over to Harry

“Hey, my name is Damien, what’s yours?” he asked shaking Harry’s hand.

“Harry,” he replied, “so what did you do ta get in here?”

“I was caught trying to steal alcohol from the gas station down the street. Thankfully, they aren’t gonna press charges. I coulda gotten in big trouble seein as I’m only 17. What did you do?”

Harry sighed. “Well, I went to this party and got sort of drunk. The police were called, so me and a couple of guys split. When I got home my uncle was waiting up for me, and we started arguing. One thing led to another, and he smacked me, so I punched him in his big fat head, and stole his car. At this point a chase ensued and I spun out of control, getting myself put in here and on probation. That’s about it. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Damien gave him a disbelieving look. “You punched an adult in the face and stole a car. Are you even tall enough to reach the pedals? You’re just a kid. ”

“I’m fourteen, thanks. At least, I am in a month. I’m not a fuckin child. I can do what I want. He messed with the wrong person. He deserved it. Of course, I could reach the pedals. I’m not a fucking midget.”

“Whoa, slow down. I was just sayin you were vertically challenged, and you are kinda small. Don’t freak out about it. I wasn’t tryin to be rude. Plus, look what you’re wearing; you do look kinda dorky... NO OFFENCE.” he added seein Harry’s pissed off look.

“That’s okay. I know I look bad, these are my fat assed cousins HAND ME DOWNS. My family is well off; they just hate me, to tell you the truth. By the way, I love your clothes, I wouldn’t mind hand me downs, if they looked like that.” Harry said smiling.
Damien laughed. “I get out the same time as you. You could just not go back to your uncle’s house and come live with my friends and me. We could take you shopping and get you a new look. You could come to parties with us, it will be fun. Do you want to come?” he asked.

“Are you serious? I would love to, but there are a couple things I have to pick up from there. Do you go to parties often?”

“If you have to get stuff from there, we could break in and get what you want when the relatives are gone. As to the party question, we go to a lot.”

“So, Harry, right? Are you a virgin?” Damien asked with a smirk. “I’ll bet you are. What type of girls do you like?”
Harry thought for a moment. “I’m not really sure. I guess I don’t really like any.” He said quietly.

“Well, are you gay?” Damien asked, “Do you like the cock?”

“I n-never really thought about that. How can you tell if you are?” Harry asked, blushing lightly.

Damien laughed. “Well, I have a gay friend, I’m sure he would be willing to help you experiment.”

Harry smiled. The rest of the day was spent speaking about any topic they could think of.
When Damien finally asked Harry’s last name and did the trademark eye-widening, they discovered they were both wizards. That gave them many more topics. Such as that Damien was on the dark side. Which Harry decided didn’t matter. The people on the light side weren’t all that great. He was getting slightly suspicious that his friends weren’t really his friends and were just using him. They both fell asleep around four in the morning. Harry’s last thought was I can’t wait until I’m out of here.
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The second day of being in jail was spent meeting with his new probation officer, who informed him that he was from the Auror Department of the Ministry. Harry was told that as soon as a wizard is arrested the file copies itself and goes to the Auror Department, since a muggle officer can’t enter the wizarding world to look after them. After that, he was sent back to his cell, where he and Damien made jokes at the expense of the other officers in the building.

Harry woke up the on the last day of his time in jail, with sunlight filtering in through the windows. He blinked a couple of times, sat up and looked around him. When he saw Damien still sleeping a thought struck him for the second time in twenty-four hours. He got up and slowly crept towards the sleeping boy. When he got near enough to be right in his face he knelt down and opened his mouth to scream. Sadly he didn’t get to go through with his plan. Damien sat up and screamed bloody murder in his face before he could even start screaming. This caught him off guard so he fell back screaming. The screaming was enough to wake up several other cells and send a guard cop in to yell at them.

“How the hell did you know I was there? How did you know I was gonna scream in your face?” he screeched taking deep breaths to calm himself.

“Unless you were kneeling before me and gazing lovingly, I highly doubt there was anything else you could have been doing.”

“Oh shut up. I can’t believe we only have an hour and a half until we get out of here. So, who do you live with?” Harry questioned.

“Well, I live with Trix, she’s my girlfriend, Xander, he’s my best friend, Shadow, my little sister, and Onyx, my sister’s best friend, we’re all pretty close. Onyx is my gay friend, and I think he’ll take plenty of interest in you. We all rent a house together. There are two rooms and a basement in our house. Trix and I share one, Xander and Shadow share the other, and I guess you will live with Onyx in the basement.”

“Are you sure they’ll accept me? As you said, I’m a dork. What if I’m not cool enough?”

“Don’t worry; I have a feeling that you are just like us. They’re gonna accept you, ESPECIALLY Onyx. He’s gonna be on you the second he see’s you. He likes the younger guys. My sister and girlfriend are gonna love you. They will definitely want to give you a makeover.’ My sister is probably gonna pick your clothes and my girlfriend will do your hair and piercings, assuming you want some.”

“When you say I’m just like you, how do you mean? I don’t dress look like you do at all,” Harry said kind of nervously.

“Well, I think I meant more in personality. Your sarcastic wit makes me laugh, and the insults you were using on the cops last night were awesome,” Damien said, as he laughed freely at the memory. “Now you officially have a criminal record. I think the only reason you didn’t become dark before was because you thought others would hate you if you were yourself. Don’t even deny that if you weren’t supposed to be the golden-boy, you would have been completely different.”

“I am completely different in school. I act like I’m a goody two shoes, and I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend to be golden. I don’t want to fight in a war, which I’m sure is eventually going to happen. I want to stay neutral and be myself for the first time in my life. I highly doubt any of my current friends would accept me when I do go back. Looking back, I think they were just using me for my popularity and the power that comes with being a ‘sidekick.’ Hell, I’m not even sure who my real friends are. I haven’t gotten one letter from either of my best friends, and we’ve been out of school for 3 weeks. Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away and ended up ranting.”

“It’s okay; you have every right to rant. I bet you have at LEAST one true friend. After this summer you’ll have a group of them.” Damien said laughing.

“Thanks.”

The rest of the time was spent in silence, until the cop came and opened the cell.
“You two are free to go. I don’t want to see either of you in here again,” the cop stated
Damien led Harry out to the parking lot. They had to wait for about 15 minutes before a blue Buick pulled up. Damien started leading him out to the car. With each step Harry was getting more nervous. Damien opened the back door for him and pulled open the front door for himself. As they climbed in the boy in the front seat turned around to stare. He looked up at Damien.

“Who’s he? Are we bringing him home with us?” asked the boy.
Damien chuckled. “Harry and yes we are. His relatives are jerks and he wants to be like us. I think you can talk to him yourself.”

The boy turned around again. “How rude of me. Hi Harry, my name is Onyx and I will be bringing you back to our house with us. Do you need us to pick up your stuff first?”
“That would be great thanks. My uncle is probably at work and I know my aunt was taking

my cousin shopping for school stuff today. I live at Number 4, Privet Drive it’s...”

“Oh, I know where that is, don’t worry about it, Harry. My grandma lives on that street. My rules for the car are as follows. We don’t talk, we blare music. That is it. Live it, love it.”

With that said, Onyx peeled out of the parking lot, speeding away towards his house. After the five minute drive, that usually takes fifteen minutes at the real speed limit, they pulled up to his house. Harry got out of the car and started going up to the door, which was always kept unlocked. He heard the footsteps behind him and figured it was just Damien so he opened the door and went inside. When he turned around he got his first good look at Onyx.

He had dirty-blonde hair with blue streaks. His eyes were the darkest he eyes he had ever seen. They were the only obsidian eyes he had ever seen. He was about 6'1" and was wearing lime-green chucks. He had a lip piercing in the middle of his bottom lip, two eyebrow piercings and plugged earlobes. Harry noticed that when he opened his mouth there was a piercing there too. He was wearing Tripp pants that had a green skull on them along with green stitching. His shirt was a tight fitting black shirt with an engraved 4:20 on it. Over this outfit, he too, was wearing a trench coat.

Harry looked away and asked him if he could get the trunk out of the cupboard under the stairs while he ran up to his room and got his owl and the stuff hidden under the bed. When he got there he sat down for a minute, to catch his bearings. Oh wow, he is really hot. I actually wouldn’t mind him as a summer fling. And to think, I get to share a basement with him. 'Maybe I’ll lose some of the features that just scream virgin.'

Once he caught his breath he collected Hedwig and his ‘hidden treasure’ as he worded it, he walked back down the stairs. As he got to the bottom he looked up and saw Onyx standing there with the trunk next to him.

“I’m only gonna say this once. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE IN HERE TO MAKE IT SO HEAVY? That said, I would like help carrying this to my car.”Onyx said giving a light kick to the trunk.

Harry laughed and walked forward to help pick it up. They slowly made it out to the car and got it in the trunk. When they had that in, they went back inside to get Hedwig and his ‘hidden treasure’. As they were walking through the door, he was sure he felt a hand grab his ass and turned around to see Onyx smirking at him.

“I must say, you have a very fine ass. I sure hope Damien was right when he said you might be gay.”

Harry almost blushed, but held himself back. “Maybe that isn’t all you’ll get to grab this summer. If you’re a good boy,” he replied with a wink. I can’t believe I said that. I must be going loony.

He grabbed his owl cage and handed it off to Onyx, before he grabbed the rest of his junk and left the house. He chuckled when he saw the misty-eyed look on the blue-haired boy’s face. When he got back to the car they put Hedwig in the back with him while he held onto the rest of his stuff. On the drive to his new home, he kept seeing Onyx checking him out in the rearview mirror, which had him smirking. After twenty minutes they pulled up to an old looking house. It looked like really cool, kind of like the haunted houses that they put in children’s books.

As they got out of the car a girl came running out of the house. She had bleach blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. The ends of her hair were dyed black. She had violet colored contacts that made her eyes look un-naturally creepy. She had dark eye makeup that looked like it was dripping down her face along with classic, apple red. She was wearing a red and black plaid miniskirt that had chains going all around it. She wore a tight white tank-top with a leather jacket. She had fishnet stockings and red chucks. She took off her jacket and revealed that she was wearing red and black arm warmers. She was introduced to him as Trix.

After meeting her, he started to get his stuff ready to move down to the basement. Onyx saw him getting his stuff out and came over to help. Together they lifted his trunk out of the car and started into the house. Onyx led him to a door and started leading the trunk and him down the stairs. There were two twin beds down in the basement, both with black coverings on them. The walls were painted black and there were neon lights shining around the room. There was a wardrobe against the far wall and a door that he assumed led to a bathroom.

He led Harry to the bed in the corner furthest away from the stairs.

“This will be your bed, unless you’d rather push the beds together.” Onyx joked with a smirk

Harry just smiled and moved his trunk over to his bed. He put Hedwig’s up on a wardrobe that was against his side of the wall. Onyx eventually told him that the wardrobe he put the cage on was his, then helped to put away his stuff that he was keeping. They decided they would just burn the clothes he was wearing.

It only took about half an hour to set up his room. He went upstairs with Onyx hot on his heels. By the time they got to the living room everyone was back. He was introduced to Shadow and Xander.

Shadow had short, choppy, pink hair. She was 5'6" and was wearing platform boots that made her seem taller. She was wearing black Tripp pants with red stitching and t-shirt that said ‘I’m with Satan, bitch.’ Her lip was pierced and she had a flesh piercing on each of her shoulders. She was wearing a collar with spikes going around it.

Xander was wearing a black t-shirt with bubble-lettering that said ‘The idiot store called and said they ran out of you’. He was wearing Tripp khaki gromett strap pants, and you could see his black and green Etnies underneath. He had two piercings in his lip, and an eyebrow piercing on each side. His ears had several all over the place, along with a barbell. He had Sleeves tattooed. He had metallic blue eyes with heavy eyeliner around them.

When Damien said they were going to make him over both of the girls started squealing in delight. They instantly got his measurements and ran off to the mall, not even bothering to have him come with. The boys all stayed there and talked until the girls came back an hour later with a LOT of shopping bags with store names like Hot Topic, Blackrose, Inkubus and Fuck the Mainstream.

They grabbed him as they ran by and within seconds was trying on clothes. They said all the clothes look awesome so he kept them all. The next thing they started on was his hair. It was already a shaggy cut so they cut it so it was to his ears… They planned on spiking the back and keeping the front hanging in his face. The next thing they did was dye his bangs a bright turquoise. After that they spiked up the back of it. When they finished with his hair Trix to out her piercing kit and asked what he wanted done. She pierced his lip, his tongue, his cartilage, in several spots, and a nipple.

When they were finished with him, he came out as a whole different person. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that had Fatal printed across the back in Red lettering and a pair of Tripp red chain and stud mesh pocket pants. On his feet were an expensive pair of anarchic black boot. They were thick, criss-cross lace-up fronts, had industrial details, dual-sided Velcro closures, and metal and screw accents on the sole.

The rest of that day was spent talking and getting to know each other, until they left the house at five to go to a party at a house of a friend of Xander. It was at that party, that Harry, for the first time in his life, tried smoking pot. After walking home, he went straight to sleep. When he woke up in the morning he thought back to the night before and realized, with a smile, that he definitely did not like pot. It didn’t really do it for him. All he did was say things that didn’t make sense. I’m never doing that again. I think I’ll stick to alcohol. He thought to himself as he lay there in bed.

AN--- YAY!!! I FINALLY GOT A BETA, and I think I may have a co-writer, assuming she got my pm I replied with. I hope that everyone likes what I’ve done with the first chapter. If you are just starting this out, I wouldn’t read on until I redo the rest of the chapters, or else it may not make as much sense. I’m going to pos t an AN in chapter eights place.
I’M GOING TO REPEAT ONCE MORE, DON’T READ ON UNTIL I’VE REWRITTEN THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS. I WILL MAKE A NEW AUTHORS NOTE EVERY TIME I DO!

Izzy’s Poll of the day!!!!!!!!!!!
1. Is this better than the first version, at least so far?
A. HELLS YEAHS, BITCHES
B. NOOOO! YOU SUCK ASS
C. I CANT REALLY DECIDE
D. I HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST VERSION
2. If the moon were made out of cheese, would you eat it?
A. Ooooh yea
B. Cheese? What the fuck is wrong with you?
C. Heh, niiiice
D. Is it gouda