Chapter One

On the Streets

A/N

Hey! This is my take on Drarry Royalty. This is chapter one, all from Harry's perspective. Hope you like it!

Harry woke up the way he did every morning, before the sun came up. This time of day the hustlers (they were the people on the sides of the road always trying to sell you something) were less vigilant and he was more likely to be able to slip a mouthful or two. Harry lived in the slums. He knew that, but he also knew that one day he would get through to the stupid prince and get the people who had helped him some help.

All he needed to do was to well actually talk to the prince. He slipped out of the cardboard and tarp portion of the village, and sighed. Here the people can't even afford tents, much less food. Most of them had children who liked to play in the dump and sewage waste. Many days there was no clean water, and others the only tap in the village of 13,000 was turned on for a few minutes. There was a major problem here. Poverty had changed the lives of too many people here.

His best friend Ron, lived in the richer part where people had small straw or mud huts. His family used to have 9 people in it. That was before one of the twins, Fred, died of cholera and his older brother,Bill, married a rich diplomat and became too good for them.

Harry helped out at there place whenever he could. had a small job testing every object before it went into the palace. This way Prince Draco was always safe.

Just as he rounded the corner Harry saw two men beating up a small creature. He ran up and grabbed it, receiving a kick in the ribs for his effort. He could feel the tiny kid's (baby goat's) heart beating fast against his chest. He rounded on the people.

"Have you lost your minds?!" He bellowed.

The two just stood there in stunned silence. The sun was coming up by now and Harry could see that it was his two sort-of friends. Dean and Seamus Thomas-Finnegan stood there sheepishly.

"We didn't mean to hurt it mate, we were just hungry."

Harry accepted their apologies and continued walking, the goat clutched in his arms. As he walked he thought of his friends' predicament. They had gotten married at 18, when they got out of school, and both had been unowned for being homosextuilal. Many people who lived in these areas had similar stories.

Harry kept walking until he came to . She was batty. Always going on about death and life. Everyone in the neighborhood took care of her. She was an addict and needed a lot of help. She smiled when she saw him coming.

"Why my dear, what do you have. A goat? What is her name?"

"It's a her," Harry puzzled, "Well I just kinda saved her. I haven't named her yet. What do you think I should call her?"

smiled as the little kid nuzzled her hand and started to chew on her dress. "Well, she has the spirit of a fighter. You should call her Hedwig."

Harry thanked her and continued on his way. Lost in thought, he wasn't paying attention until it was too late. The palace goons Crabbe and Goyle blocked his path.

"Well, well, well, Look what we have here. A street rat. With a goat. Where'd you get it little riff raff? Who did you steal it from?"

Crabbe then spat at Harry's feet. Then, he and Goyal descended on Harry, ripping Hedwig out of his arms and pummeling him. The last thing Harry saw before he blacked out was a pair of well manicured boots, and a flash of blonde hair.