Ch1
Real songs (I don't own them ?)
You should listen to them
I don't Harry Potter ( ? )
I am a horrible speller so I hope for a beta. (Sorry ahead of time for misspelling)
By: Sleeping with sirens
Song: better off dead
There's nothing really left to say
And I don't need you to explain
We don't need those light
So tired of living in the past
So if we're gonna make it last
We should leave it all behind
I'd rather you lie
Than throw it all away
How deep do you wanna go?
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone?
How deep do you wanna go?
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone?
They're better left alone
I think we may have gone too far
Losing sight of who we are
How do we get back (How do we get back)
To a time when it was so easy?
Cause I need you and you need me
Oh, what happened to that? (Whoa)
I'd rather you lie
Than throw it all away
How deep do you wanna go?
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone?
How deep (How deep)
Do you want to go?
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone?
They're better left alone
How deep do you wanna go?
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone? (Better left, better left)
How deep (How deep)
Do you wanna go? (Do you wanna go?)
Don't you know that some things
Are better left alone?
They're better left alone
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh)
Better left alone
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh)
Better left alone
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh)
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa, ooh-oh-oh)
The song Blasted through a young mans head phones as he walked down the street, wearing clothes 6 sizes to big and shoes that should have been thrown out years ago. He had long wavy pitch black hair and when the sun shined it would shimmer to a deep he looked up he was wearing big round glasses that concealed unusually bright emerald green eyes. The eyes has seen to much, they were the eyes that should be of an old man, but here they were on a teenagers face. There was a prominent wound on his face that looked as though it was going to scar. He looked around eyeing a shop that people strayed away from as though it was the plague, he walked right towards it as though was his designated location he opened the door and walked in. The man following the teen grinned showing unusually sharp teeth as though he was a vampire. He turned away knowing he would find his pray soon enough his pray could have a little fun before he caught him.
As he walked away he fingered the letter that was sent to him by a request from his best friends will... His best friend was formerly Sirius Black, he didn't know why his friend sent this letter to him when he faked his death, but he understood the reasons for doing so. He pulled out the letter and reread it for what seemed to be the millionth time since he started his mission, not to kill Harry Potter but to turn him into the same thing he was... A vampire.
Dear Edmund,
I know you went to my will reading and I know you think I'm dead, and I know you would punch me if we saw each other again. Wait that sounded wrong, okay I'm not good at explaining things so I'll just put it in very obviously said...or written. Well anyway, hey Edmund it's me Sirius Black, and by the way I'm alive, I know you think I'm lying but I faked my death, you were right about Dumbledore or should I dumb as a door, you were right he's a manipulative old coot. Anyway I faked my own death so I could properly go and help the dark. But I have a problem, my godson, Harry, as in Harry Potter, he's still in dumblfucks trap, and I don't think he's realized he's trapped. That is why I'm gonna ask you to do what you can to bring him back to me. Please bring him back, and I know your dark but not on -his- side so I ask you to show him how the dark art really works, to train him in everything you do, and even more only if you could turn into what you are to make him even better, then do so, but only with his permission. Please do this, but let him still be a teen Ed, the least you could do is try. I have to go now I'm running out of paper, I hope to see you and my godson soon.
Murader out
Padfoot
And of course train him in all that he needed to know reminded himself, he just hoped the kid would hurry up on his shopping he wanted to get this training started so he could see ol'pads again, but he had been demanded to let the kid be a teenager, but with the looks of it him going into that shop, he was gonna have his hands full with him.
(Harry's POV)
As Harry walked down the street he sensed someone following him, he glanced in the window of the shop he was going into there, that was the man who was following him yesterday, he really hoped it wasn't some death eater. Looking at the name of the store hoping it was the right place Dudley was telling him about (A.N. Dudley and Harry are friends because there in the same gang and he realized that what he and his parents were doing was wrong, he finally had enough and started to help Harry offering him a place in the gang he was in) he looked at the name Rays place, yup that's what Dudley called it. Apparently the owner didn't care if you were underage he was up to anything and would do anything from piercings to tattoos, and some other stuff that people only dreamed about, he was up for anything.
As he walked there was a rush of nice cool air, opposite to the outside heat. He pulled off the ear phones he was wearing and was blasted with music from speakers in the shop. He glanced around looking from the tattoo station to the clothes racks to the man staring at him in the corner to the shoes hanging on the wall, he did a double take a man starting at him in the corner?! He flipped around staring at the man who was busy staring at him. He was itching to pull out his switchblade or even the gun that was in his, never mind where it was, but he had to alway be prepared.
(Raymonds POV)
He heard the bell above the door jingle which meant that someone came inside, then another as someone left, looking up he saw a young man that looked as though he had been through hell and back. He slowly stood as he saw the young man slowly look around eyeing the tattoo station then turn around and look at the clothing shop. He was surprised most people look around then leave not wanting to be associated with this type of store. He saw the young boy pull out ear buds and was shocked when the guy started to unconsciously start to mouth the words to the song. Yes he was very surprised. He turned around still watching the guy that was looking around when his eyes glanced at him then turned away he was even more surprised, then he saw the guy jerk to a stop looking at the boots then whip around to look at his face. He saw the young guys hands twitch to his pocket. He raised an eyebrow, so the guy had some type of weapon on him, and probably knew how to use it, he observed watching the guy slowly morph into a shallow defense of a position, slowly molding his body to be ready to fight or flight. He really hoped this guy was either here to buy something or had the wrong address he really didn't want a fight to break out in his store. He raised his hand waving, "hey the names Raymond but everyone calls me Ray," his other hand in plain view to make sure the guy new he didn't want any trouble.
(Harry's POV)
"Hey the names Raymus but every one calls me Ray" one hand in the air in a waving motion and the other by his side but obviously showing he had no weapons on himself.
He slowly shook out of the position he was in, into a more natural position his hands free showing he didn't want any trouble. "Names Harry but every calls me Ry," said Harry.
"Well what can I do for ya Ry?" Said Ray as he put the last new poster up. Putting away his tools.
"Well, that depends doesn't it? You got nice clothes and I could do with new ones, but I need to know if the rumors are true, do you do piercings and tattoos?" Said Harry hoping his cousin told him the truth.
"Well that depends on what type you want don't it? I don't do private parts but I do tongue piercings, ear, nose, eyebrows, lip, belly buttons, the works. Same goes for tattoos. " Said Ray already liking the sound of the guy in front of him.
Harry looked around already feeling like he was at home here. He hadn't felt that while and he hoped he would be able to come back, maybe even get a job here, because it felt at home, he felt at peace here in this little shop.
When he walked out of the shop 4 and a half hours later he wasnt even noticeable, he was more of a stranger. He liked it that way.