Last Chance

Prologue

Harry got onto the bus thinking he'd spend a good six months at this camp and go straight back home to his not so normal life.

The doors swung opened allowing entrance to the juvenile delinquent express. It's kind of a funny story how Harry himself got to have a little taste of being a rebel.

You can just say he was sort of in the wrong place at the wrong time. The wrong place being his mother's son and the wrong time being when he decided he didn't want anything to do with their scheme involving him being an actor. So he finally stood up for himself and this is where he ended up.

In fact it was his mother's decision to send him here, her being a 'good mother' she was asked to send her failure of a son to this camp called Last Chance…

Harry went up the steps; the moonlight hit the cheap bus seats and the faces of the other rebels. He almost tripped as he walked down the narrow hallway. A blonde boy in middle chuckled loudly then continued to bob his head to the music that was blaring out of his head phones.

Harry glanced over to him and glared as he sat in the back. "Why do some people have to blare their music so loud?" He wondered out loud.

Some of the other kids were bobbing their heads to the heavy metal music. The head phones were hanging off the neck of the boy with spiked blonde hair and way too many piercing scattered his ears and two on each eyebrow. His black clothes blended with the dark sky and the sliver chains reminded him of the stars that blended with the darkness.

The blonde looked back at Harry who was in jeans and a white t-shirt that seemed a little big for him. "Do you have a problem freak?" Draco hissed.

A fat kid sitting in front of him looked back and his black mohawk reminded Harry of a porcupine ready to strike. "What's a nerdy kid like you doing here?" He asked his big black eyes stared in amazement.

"Mother," Harry shrugged and leaned into the uncomfortable seats.

The fat kid whispered to Harry. "I'm Manny and he's the worst one here." He pointed a chubby finger towards the blonde. "Better watch out for him."

Harry sat up and then glanced back at the boy who was talking to some other kid in front of him.

"I just hope I don't get him as a bunk mate." Manny whispered tugging on his ear.

"Bunk mate?" Harry had thought they'd all be living alone.

"Yeah, bunk mate." Manny repeated and grabbed his headphone sliding them over his ears. "I hope you don't either…" Before Manny pressed play he asked. "What's your name?"

"Harry." He responded. "Harry Potter."

Author's Note: More coming soon…