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Title: Eye for an Eye
Rating: M
Summary: The sequel to The Street Life. Bolt Potter is out to find his best friends Blondie and Zazza but will he sell his soul in the process.
A/N: Welcome to Eye for an Eye. As promised it came at the end of January. First off I must say to all new readers – YOU MUST READ HE STREET LIFE TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY. For all my old readers – thanks for containing to read this.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, DRUG USE, RAPE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED PLEASE DO NOT READ ON.
Chapter 1
HARRY POTTER SEARCH CONTINUES
Hogwarts is returning in a week but there will be one student who is not there. Harry Potter, after almost two months of search rescues hasn't been found. Some say that the death eaters who escaped Azkaban have kidnapped him. Others say that he eloped with fellow street kid known as Blondie. His guardians, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin refused to comment on his disappearance. The muggle law enforcements have been informed of his disappearance and are on the lookout for him. If anyone has any information on Harry Potter please owl……
"Wanna owl them and say we saw Harry Potter in Mexico?" Asked Lucky as they sat in the McDonald's located in the seedier end of London.
Bolt looked up at Lucky, the blonde dreadlocked street kid. He was looking over at the newspaper that would not stop reporting his 'disappearance'.
"Sure, why not?" Bolt laughed. No one recognized the two. Lucky hadn't been mentioned in any articles and even if he had, there was no record of him in the muggle world. The thing with Street kids is they never used their true names. It was a thing of protection. The majority had stupid nick names, like Lucky for example. He was called that because he could get away with anything. He sold drugs to school children but never got caught. He once even broke into a grocery store and didn't get caught. Hence his name.
Some kids adopted other names though. Bolt had been named for his lightning scar. Later on it also described how fast he could get away from things. That was why he often stole things rather than selling them. He was quick on his feet.
"Check this paper out," He smoothed it out on the table for Lucky to read.
"The muggle's are looking for you too. There is a number here too. We should call it." Lucky smiled.
Bolt gulped down the last of his French fries. "Good idea. It'll lead them on for a while."
Lucky looked around for the pay phone. He'd soon spotted it near the door and went over there. The number had been a free call number and Lucky dialed it swiftly. Bolt stood beside him as Lucky began to speak in a fake Scottish accent.
"Hello I'm calling about a sighting of Harry Potter." His accent was terrible and Bolt snorted as he continued. "I saw him at the airport boarding a plane to Mexico. I bumped into him and he had the scar and everything. He was with this blonde boy who I heard him call Lucky."
He was silent while the operator spoke to him. "This was this morning." More silence. "Yes I will. Marks, Lanny Marks. Goodbye." Lucky hung up the phone.
"Do you recon they'll really believe that we're on a plane to Mexico?" Bolt asked as they exited McDonalds.
Lucky shrugged. "Next time we'll make it a bit more believable."
Bolt laughed. "I should ring and see if they know it's me."
Lucky nodded enthusiastically. "That will show their stupidity."
Bolt looked down at his cheap plastic watch he'd nicked from a department store. "You ready to go on lookout?"
Lucky nodded. "Stay in the park. I'll come when they're about to close."
"Alright. Keep a low profile." He didn't know why he was saying this to Lucky. He was the master of keeping his cool.
The two street kids had something planned but could not do it in the light of the day. What they planned to do was something they needed no one to witness.
As Lucky had told him to do. Bolt waited in the grungy looking park. It was late in the afternoon as twilight had begun that Lucky reappeared.
"It's now or never mate." He said.
Bolt pulled up his hood to hide his long hair. With the dark glasses he was already wearing he was unable to be recognized.
He was nervous about walking through Diagon Alley but there was hardly anyone there and no one took too much notice of the two hooded boys.
When he turned down Knockturn Alley he saw that wearing a hood was something regularly done.
They walked into the store that read Borgin and Burkes. As they walked in they locked the door.
"We just received a call from a muggle saying that he saw Lucky and Harry going onto a plane to Mexico." Said the pink haired auror.
"Why would he want to go to Mexico?" Sirius asked.
"Are you sure it's not a prank call?" Remus asked her.
"We thought it was until he mentioned Lucky. He is not mentioned in any of the reports and we know for a fact that he and Harry met up just after he disappeared." Explained Tonks.
"But why would he go to Mexico?" Groaned Sirius.
"Was the phone conversation recorded?" Remus asked.
"No." Tonks shook her head. "Why?"
Remus sighed. "Because I think that it was Harry who called the number. It is totally unbelievable that he would get on a plane to Mexico but yet the caller knew about Lucky. My guess is that Harry or someone he knows, called the number to throw us off the track."
"From now on we'll record all calls from the muggle line." Said Tonks. "If he calls, we'll know about it."
"There's only a small story about you in this newspaper. It just asks about ringing the number again." Lucky said the next morning as the two scanned the newspapers.
"We're in twice in the wizarding one." Said Bolt as they gulped down some pancakes at Zoë's. Almost a year ago exactly were Blondie, Zazza and Bolt doing the same thing. Coming into Zoë's where they served enormous pancakes that no one would eat by themselves. Then they would help themselves to the leftovers.
"There is a big article about me being spotted at the airport but nothing about Mexico." Said Bolt. "Then the one about Borgin and Burkes being trashed."
Last night on Ron's information, they entered Borgin and Burkes to find out about Blondie and Zazza. Borgin hadn't been too helpful. All he knew was that if there were any death eater activities that Lucius Malfoy would know. Today's plan was simple, go to the Malfoy Mansion and 'interrogate' Lucius. There was one small hitch in the plan though, there was protection on the mansion which meant no muggle could enter. That meant Bolt was on his own.
He knew enough spells to keep him out of danger. He could wipe minds, which he had done to Borgin so he didn't spill to the press about him and Lucky. He knew a few defensive spells as well as one that was knock someone off their feet.
"If you're in too deep just run. Don't be stupid and noble." Advised Lucky as they stood in the abandoned warehouse. Borgin had given him a thing called a Port Key. He had to activate it by tapping his wand and saying the password. It would take him outside the manor and get him back if he needed too.
He held the small coin in his hand and tapped it. "Good luck," Said Lucky and Bolt said the password and he began to spin as the port key took him far away.
He landed with a thud on the grass. He stole away the coin in his pocket and looked up at the mansion. It was called a mansion for a reason.
He walked up to the large oak doors and tapped on the door. While he waited for an answered he took off his shades and the hood to make it clear who he was. The door creaked open and the funniest looking thing stared out at him.
With a large snout and huge ear it looked up at him with wide eyes. "Harry Potter!" It squealed.
"Hi, I need to speak with Lucius Malfoy." Bolt said and the thing nodded and opened the door wider.
"Please wait here while I get the master." It disappeared and Bolt was left to examine the entrance hall. It was tiled with glowing white tiles and it's ceiling high.
"Hello Mr. Potter." A cold voice asked and Bolt turned around. There standing was a tall man with white blonde hair and cold grey eyes. He had an air of arrogance which made Bolt slightly nervous.
"Is there anywhere we can go that's private?" He asked, trying to sound casual.
"Indeed. Follow me." He turned and walked away. Bolt quickly followed.
Lucky sat in the warehouse kicking a can around aimlessly. He was worried about Bolt. The kid was only fourteen. He was almost seventeen but when you were on the street it didn't matter who you were or how old it was a matter of survival.
He was thinking of ringing the number again to waste time but there wasn't a phone nearby and he needed to stay in case of Bolt's return.
He had always envied the group. He had wanted so badly to be as close as they were. He couldn't though because his way was to sell things whereas they would steal more than sell.
He'd loved Blondie from the start. When she'd first came there, dragged in by Bolt he'd known she was the most beautiful girl he would ever see. She had been cold and wet and filthy but he could see the beauty in her blue eyes.
He'd finally managed to get somewhere with her and then she'd disappeared. That was why he'd promised Bolt he'd find them.
He vowed that even if it killed him, he would save Blondie.
The study was filled with leather bound books. Bolt sat opposite Mr. Malfoy in a leather armchair.
"Can I get you anything sirs?" The thing that he'd learnt was named Dobby asked.
"Tea would be good." He said. "With three sugars thanks." Dobby disappeared and Bolt placed his wand on the coffee table.
"Just to show I'm not attacking you." He offered and sat back.
"Is there a reason you're here when you are the most sort after wizard in England at the moment?" Mr. Malfoy asked.
"Yes. I was told by a friend that if I wanted to know anything concerning the death eaters I had to speak to you."
His eyes sort Bolt for truth. "Why would you want to know about that?"
Bolt was about to answer when Dobby reappeared with his tea. "Thanks." He said and Dobby bowed deeply.
Bolt sipped it and the water scalded his tongue. That was what he wanted. "It's just that--" He never finished his sentence as he threw the scalding tea in Mr. Malfoy's face. He screamed and Bolt lunged forward and tipped the chair backward as he put all his weight on Malfoy's chest.
"What do you know about Blondie and Zazza?" He snarled. Malfoy was still howling about the boiling water on his face. Bolt rolled his eyes and smacked him fair in the nose. It hurt his hand like hell but he knew the nose had broken.
"Tell me!" He screamed and Dobby appeared again. He looked on wide eyed at the spectacle in front of him but did nothing. Bolt hit Malfoy again but had under estimated his strength. He went limp and Bolt knew he was out cold.
"Damn!" Bolt screamed and Dobby managed to find his voice. "Would sir be looking for a blonde muggle?"
Bolt's head snapped toward him. "Yes. Is she here?" He asked.
Dobby nodded. "She's……she's…." He howled and head butted the floor. He pointed down at the ground.
"In the basement?" Bolt asked hopefully.
Dobby nodded and head butted the floor once more.
"Can you show me how to get in?" Asked Bolt.
Dobby looked down at his unconscious master before slowly leading Bolt away.
Lucky was shaken awake by a loud clap of thunder. He'd fallen asleep after being so worried about Bolt that he hadn't noticed the time. It was dark and the wind was howling.
"Shit Bolt where are you?" He murmured as he stumbled through the dark warehouse.
Bolt was either in trouble or he'd found something. Or Both. This worried Lucky immensely. He would wait the night out. If Bolt was not back by morning he would have to tell someone.
For now he settled back on the floor and drifted to sleep.
Bolt crept down the stairs to the dark and dingy basement. He used his wand to see but it wasn't a great source of light.
Dobby refused to come down here but Bolt did not care. He would find Blondie on his own.
The house was huge so naturally the basement was. He had been looking for what seemed for hours when the light hit a form along the floor. It wasn't moving but Bolt saw the blonde hair and sprinted forward.
"Blondie" He shook her gently. She did not show any signs of movement. "Blondie," He said again. "BLONDIE" He shook her hard but she didn't show anything.
"She isn't going to wake." Said a voice. "She's not dead but almost there."
Bolt turned slowly and the beam of light hit a figure loaming over him.
"Who the fuck are you?"