A/N: See? I said I'd be updating relatively soon. I know this chapter is somewhat short-ish compared to others, but I like where it ended.

Disclaimer: It's pretty obvious, but I don't own anything here.

Wham! Harry winced as Pogue's fist came in contact with his face. The first blow wasn't that bad, but this was blow six or seven, and it had only gotten worse.

"Just tell us what you're doing here," Caleb said, running a hand over the cool stone interior of their basement crypt. His voice was strained, evidence of his otherwise obvious discomfort with the situation. "Tell us and Pogue will stop."

Harry spit out blood filling his mouth. "You know," he said sarcastically, "I don't think your – I mean, my girlfriend would like seeing you treat me like this." It was low, but he didn't care. That'll wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.

Pogue swore and swung again, the blow catching Harry just under his jaw. "Listen dickhead. Who do you think they care about more? If we come back and say that you left during the party, they won't give it a second thought."

"Yes, they won't miss me at all. That's why Sarah offered me her bed and Kate tongue-wrestled with me in the parking lot."

Pogue's eyes turned black, a large ball of energy forming in his hands. "You'll pay for that you little -"

"Shut up Pogue," Caleb said, pushing the angry guy away from Harry.

"No fucking way. You heard what he said about my girl, how do you know that he won't go after yours too?"

"For one thing, she isn't your girl. You broke up with her remember? Second, we have this son of a bitch here, he's nowhere near them. And third, if you kill him he won't be able to tell us why Chase sent him here."

Harry was puzzled. "Who's Chase?" he asked.

Pogue turned around to face him. "Like you don't know you fucking liar. Chase. You know, the moron who sent you here to kill us?"

Harry shrugged. "I've never met anyone named Chase." Wham! The blow hit him before he even registered it.

"Stop fucking lying!" Reid said, from the position at his left arm. He hadn't said a word since they had left Nikki's, including when Pogue had told him and Tyler to hold Harry down. Apparently he had hit his breaking point.

"What the fuck was that for?' Harry said, his vision blurring.

"Reid, stop. Give him a chance to say what he wants." Caleb said.

"What's the point? He's only gonna lie to save his ass."

"It doesn't matter."

"But -"

"It doesn't matter."

Harry coughed, spitting out more blood that clogged his mouth. Definitely went too easy on them last time. This is worth much more then a cut shoulder. Even if it was a severing charm. "And what makes you think I want to talk?" he said.

Caleb looked over at a fuming Pogue. "Because if you don't I won't tell him to stop next time."

Harry weighed his options. At worst they wouldn't believe him and would beat him up more (You handled plenty from the Dursleys before), and even if they did believe him, what would that accomplish? Give it a shot, what can it hurt? Harry felt a pang of sadness at the Hermione-esque voice. God I miss her.

Tyler's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Last chance," he said, looking down at Harry.

Harry sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try us."

"Fine. My name is Harry Potter. I am a wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. My parents were murdered by a evil wizard named Voldemort when I was a baby, and that man has tried to kill me ever since I discovered I was magical when I was eleven. I was fighting him when, through some strange bout of magic that I've never seen before, I was teleported here, where I woke up here in your little clubhouse thing. Happy?"

The Sons were silent, leaving an awkward pause in the air. Harry tried to read Caleb's expression, but the older boy's face looked like it was made of stone.

"No fucking way," Pogue finally said, turning back towards Harry. "You're telling us that you are from a magical world and you magically appeared right here after fighting some bad guy? Do we look like we were born yesterday?" He looked over to Caleb. "I told you he'd try and pull one over on us. Do you actually believe this shit?"

"Give it a rest Pogue. I need time to think." Caleb's words were harsh. He walked over to the other side of the room, leaning against the stone pillar. Taking a breath, he looked straight at Harry. "You're sure that you have no idea how you got here?"

Pogue began to protest, his face rapidly turning red, but Caleb cut him off. "Let him talk."

Harry thought for a moment, recalling the events of the battle. "I can't think of anything. What happened to me isn't like any form of magic I've seen before."

Caleb thought for a moment, before motioning for Reid and Tyler to let go of Harry. "I'm still not completely sure I trust you, you know that right?"

Harry nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Figured it would be something like that." He stood up, rubbing his sore jaw. "So what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Reid asked from his seat a few feet away.

"Well, I kind of want to get back home. You know, England?"

"What makes you think we can, or even want, to help you?" Pogue said, grinding his feet into the dust.

"Because if you don't I'll tell Kate that you beat the shit out of me. I'm sure she'll love you after that." Pogue ran towards Harry, knocking him to the ground.

"You'll – regret – that – you – little – shit."

Harry braced for another round of punches, the mixed pain from his ankle and face already throbbing with his increased heartbeat. Thankfully they never came.

"Pogue, get off him," Caleb said, pulling him to his feet.

"What the hell Caleb? You're just going to let this bastard walk? Remember what he did to me last time? Remember this?" Pogue pulled his shirt aside, showing a dark, angry welt disappearing into his clothes.

Harry eyes widened when he saw the wound. "No way," he said. "All I used was a simple severing charm, it's barely cuts rope, much less leaves something that bad."

"What do you mean?" Caleb asked.

Harry's mind raced, trying to think of a clear way to explain this. "Yester- the last time we were down here, when you attacked -"

"You mean you attacked us," Pogue said bitterly.

"Whatever. During that I casted what we call a severing charm. Usually used for cutting cloth and stuff like that, it can be used as a small weapon to deter your enemies, like I did with Pogue."

"That doesn't look like a simple 'charm'."

"No, it isn't. It's a lot worse."

"Are you sure you didn't use another spell by mistake?"

Harry chuckled to himself. "I don't know about your magic, but you can't 'accidentally' cast the wrong spell. It just doesn't work that way. No, that looks like a Dark spell."

"What do you mean?"

"In the wizarding world, there are normal spells, sometimes called Light spells, and then there is battle magic, commonly called 'Dark' because they require emotion to cast, usually desire to hurt and cause pain. The worst are what we call the Unforgiveables, those specifically require the intent to either absolutely dominate someone's mind, cause mind-breaking amounts of pain, or the desire to completely obliterate someone's life. Use any of those and it'll land you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Not like that's ever stopped the Death Eaters before."

"Azkaban? Death Eaters?"

Harry sighed this was going to be a long night. I'll explain everything as long as you guys promise to do the same. What's with the black eyes and weird energy-ball things? I've never heard of those spells before."

Caleb laughed, "We don't exactly use spells. We call it the Power."