Summery
The Golden Trio live on the streets. Ron ran away from his family and Hermione never knew her parents. The Dursleys sent Harry to an orphanage. But nothing can keep the Golden Trio apart.
They life in the shadows, doing good deeds around town. No one knows who they really are, just that there is a gourd of three, The Lightning Bolt of the Dark, Ron, and Mion, help out the town when they are in need.
Everything seems normal for these guys on the streets, that is till some strange people start attacking The Bolt. Will Ron be forced to tell the Bolt about the magical community and if he does what will he do?
While Dumbeldor franticly searches for the Hero who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (a.k.a Voldemort) the hero is making the ultimate deceptions.
Ratted T for language and mature content that may be mention in latter chapters. If you are not over 13 please do not read.
I hope you guys enjoy my first ever Harry Potter FanFiction! Please read and Comment! Thank you!
Chapter One
A man ran down the street, men were after him again. They were always after him. Flashing lights from their sticks. He had seen what they could do. They could blow things up, kill, torture; they could control the mind or the nerves in the system. You didn't want to be caught by one of them.
A man appeared in front of the boy. Where did he come from? The boy thought but he didn't have time to wonder. The man threw a flash if light at him; it was bright green, the killing one. He threw himself to the ground and behind a wall to avoid it. The lights flashed around him. It would have been pretty if they weren't trying to kill him.
The lights stopped. Knowing that he only had moments he grabbed an old broom and jumped out yelling wildly. He swung the broomstick on to the man's head knocking him out. Who needed flashing lights when they had muscles and street-smart's?
He looked around; there were no other men, only one of them this time? Who did they think they were dealing with? He was the lighting bolt if the dark the man who stuck like a bolt of lightning, quickly and destructively. No one knew who he was, and that's just how he liked it.
He walked back to the out skirts if the town where he lived with his best bud, Ron and Mion, Ron's girlfriend, in an abandon apartment complex.
He walked up the two flights of steps and down the hall. The room number was faded but you could still make out 105 printed on the door.
Opening the door he walked in.
"Mion! Do you have something made for dinner?" He asked.
"Yeah, soups on the stove when you're ready." She called back.
"Let me just clean up." He said walking to his bedroom. On the nightstand there was a bowl of water. Since the apartment complex was abandoned they didn't have running water or heat. But they had gotten the stove working by turning it into a fire-burning stove.
Washing his face from the grim and small amount of blood from the scratches he had sustained during his fight. He looked up into the mirror. His wet bangs plaster to the side so he could see his scare. Only Ron and Mion new about it. Not that it was a big secret they had just never bothered to tell anyone about it. They just didn't need to know.
The scare on his forehead in the shape of a lighting bolt he didn't know where he had gotten it from but did it really matter? Probable just from one if the numerous fights he had been in since preschool age.
"So how was your day? Did you find any of the dealers?" Ron asked leaning in the doorframe. He was wearing black torn up skinny jeans, the kind you bought torn, a white under shirt with a black leather jacket over it. Chains are hanging from his neck. One of them had the lock on it. Mion had given Ron that on their first anniversary of being together. She had the key that unlocked it, maybe just a little possessive.
"Yeah, found a few of them. Can't believe they would be stupid enough to try and start again, after we took them out last year... This time I'll be turning them over to the police.
"I'm with you mate. Don't need anymore of there kind walking around. We let them off easy with just a beating last time, but if they can't learn there lesson from that off to prison with them I say." He agreed with me.
"I think a few of them will be making an exchange tomorrow at midnight. Want to stop them?" I asked walking to the kitchen.
"Oh yeah! Just what I've be been waiting for! Can't wait to bet their ass's again!" Ron said jumping up.
"Ron! You shouldn't get so existed about beating someone up! If we have to do it at least don't be existed about it." Mion said scolding her boyfriend as she dished us up bowls of soup.
"But these guys deserve it Mion! There sealing drugs again. Do you really want that to go on?"
"Well no . . . but you could just call the police couldn't you?" she asked.
"Now where would be the fun in that?" The Bolt asked sitting down and taking his first bight of soup. Even if he was cold around others, with his two best friends he was warm and carrying. "This way we get fun out of it and make it easer for the police." He argued.
"I really don't see your logic." She said sighing, sitting down and eating her soup as well.
"Were guys, it's ok." He told her laughing.
This was there family, small and happy, doing good things around town, always in the shadows. Living a normal good guy street life. Well... Up will a few weeks ago.
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Naga Saypa