Authors Note: Hello, my lovely readers! If you haven't noticed, I have decided to "remodel" this story, which means I am just fixing a few key points plus grammar mistakes, etc. I'll have the redone chapters up in no time!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters you recognize in this fanfic. All belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
Harry peeked his head out his aged bedroom door, the paint chipping off in flakes. He listened for the faint chatter of the TV on, or for the loud snores usually echoing the small apartment. He heard neither sound. His uncle, Vernon, was most likely passed out in an old bar or a dirty street corner, drunk.
Harry Potter sighed with obvious relief as he pulled out his cell phone and messaged Brennan, planning on arriving in about ten minutes. Everyone planned to meet up around one-thirty, two-ish. It was now two AM as Harry crept through the still apartment and slipped out of the narrow front door.
Dressed in all black to blend in with the chilly and dark hours of midnight, Harry threw on a ratty hoody over for good measure.
He stayed in the shadows, eyes deciphering suspicious movements or hidden figures for any person lurking or tracking him. Harry knew being inside the Death Eaters meant being a constant target to a number of different gangs, both near and far.
The Death Eaters were known especially for their mystery. Harry however, was one of the inner members. He knew of the deepest and darkest secrets of the dangerous gang, after all, he was second in command.
Harry walked the dangerous streets, knowing the chance of attack is well beyond average after one 'o clock in the morning. He took in the barred windows, the heavy locks on doors, and the boarded windows with constant vigilance. The littered streets held a loudly silent warning of danger. Luckily, Harry spoke the same language.
He spotted a few other members dressed in jet black silently lurking in the shadows. They exchanged nods of respect and acknowledgment.
Harry felt the reassuring weight of his handgun in the waistband of his jeans and the smooth, cool surface of the butterfly knife in his pocket.
He paused for a moment, surveying the sounds of night and signs of movement on the lit part of the street. He heard a car slowly crawling from the right, and then a searching light surveying the shadows.
The Death Eaters all hid quickly and silently. Harry darted into a dark ally, edging deeply into the darkness. He pulled the hood more, completely hiding his face.
The search light shone briefly into the ally, passing over Harry quickly. The light vanished.
Harry waited about five minutes before continuing on his way, knowing any Death Eater gets arrested on sight.
Thankfully, that's only happened once in the past.
Harry continued on easily, heading to their headquarters.
He strolled up to the very large building, the only thing lit faintly. If not for the heavily tinted windows, the building would've been like a large flame in the darkened night.
As Harry arrived, he knocked three times, paused, then knocked seven times.
"Name?" A gruff voice bit out maliciously, eyes flashing fiercely.
"Raven." Harry said with quiet yet stern authority, his intense emerald eyes locking with the guard dog's.
"Proceed," the guard dog said, nodding respectfully at the young teen.
Harry surveyed the street. When satisfied, he took a step into the darkness of the glistening structure.
The door closed after him with a soft "click".
"Mr. Riddle is on Floor Four along with the others," he said helpfully to the emerald eyed second.
"Thanks, Felix." Harry murmured, already half way to the stairway leading up to the upper floors.
As Harry got to the floor, he jerked the double doors open. He stepped into the lit long hallway, pausing.
He listened for the hushed voices of the group. The usual heated arguing of Sebastian, the calm and cool voice of Tom Riddle. The hushed voices of the rest of the members.
Harry finally decided room seven, listening closely.
He through open the door and looked inside. Sure enough, there was Tom Riddle and the other five.
"Ah yes, Harry! We've been waiting for you. Come sit," Tom said, smiling fondly at the gorgeous raven- haired teen he trusted.
Harry took his usual seat next to Tom, removing his hoodie and shaking out his hair.
He was greeted by Brennan, Jace, Romeo, Sebastian, and Thursten with easy smiles and bowed heads.
"Hello guys. Let's get started." Harry said, smiling back.
"Okay Harry. As we all know, rival gangs has been springing up all over this side of the country. Aimed especially for the Death Eaters, they become more malicious by the day. Our members in all of these different areas has been ignoring their childish taunts.
They've reported more and more is declaring a challenge against us. What is your opinion on the solution?" Tom asked, needing his second in command's advice.
"First of all: How did these "rival gangs" find our members? They are supposed to be mysterious yet honest, fast yet silent, secretive yet abiding to our orders. If they have allowed these rivals to actually catch sight of them, they must be taken care of immediately. Move all of the headquarters in all of the areas, use all of their backups. They could of followed our members. Punish them how you see fit.
Second of all, we have gained a lot of rivals over the years. We have also gained a lot of members too. The ones we turned down are probably the leaders of these rival gangs. Send about three runners to address these gangs in all of the different areas. Tell them to get lost. They probably will use violence so have these three runners use their bullet proof vests," Harry paused, thinking,"have them each take two hand guns and one knife each. Have them request to only meet with three of the members each gang, so it's fair." Harry finished, his emerald eyes locking with every pair of eyes around the circle.
Tom was the one to break the silence with a broad laugh.
"I always knew I could count on you. Someday, you'll make a great gang leader. You'll see." Tom said, grinning.
Harry smiled at his leader.
"How's the business going?" he asked Sebastian, the main dealer.
"Excellent. Other than a few difficult customers, everything is fine. We've cut them off without difficulty." Sebastian reported to the first and second.
They nodded in approval.
"Harry," Tom began. Only inner circle members knew his real name, "I was wondering if you are ready to get the tattoo yet. I'd love to call in my tattoo artist for you," Tom said, smiling at the young, handsome teen in front of him.
Harry thought about it for a second. Everyone else already had one, for he is the youngest inner circle member of theirs. He's wanted the tattoo for years now. Of course, he already has many covering his torso though.
"Of course. Whenever you're ready." Harry said to Tom.
"What about tomorrow? I also want you, since you're my second, to get the tattoo more detailed than usual. Maybe an extra one too." Tom said, thinking out loud.
"We'll figure it out tomorrow," Harry assured Tom.
"Is that everything gentlemen?" Tom Riddle addressed the circle.
They nodded. "You are all dismissed." Tom stated and bid farewell.
"Harry! Harry." Tom called as the teen was walking away.
"I need to talk to you." Tom said from behind him.
Harry automatically got what he meant as he was pulled into the now empty room. The marble floor shined in the moonlight as Tom gestured for him to sit.
He took out a syringe full of dark liquid and held it up to the teen as he smiled a sly smile.
Harry curved his lips into a mischievous smile as he watched the older boy tie cloth around his upper arm.
He searched for a vein. As he saw the dark tint of blood mix in with the heroin, he smiled at the handsome teen sitting next to him.
He injected the concoction into his arm, sighing as the addictive drug entered his system.
Tom loaded the syringe for the young teen in front of him. Harry eyed the drug warily. He knew this was highly addictive. Tom talked him into it. Then again, he talked him into a lot of things. That's how he became one of the highest members in the whole damn gang.
On the outside, Harry wore an interested expression. It was his first time after all, he was expected.
Tom walked around the long glass table, sitting next to the raven haired teen.
He tied the cloth around his upper arm tight. Harry rigidly watched in anxiousness and doubt.
"This may sting. You'll be fine though." Tom assured the handsome boy in front of him before plunging the syringe into his arm.
Harry shut his eyes, his bangs sliding down to shadow his face. Tom didn't even notice.
When Harry felt the needle slide out of his arm, he opened his eyes again.
Tom put the now-empty syringe down then met Harry's emerald eyes.
He felt the effects immediately slide over him as he was lost to the powerful drug and a feeling the equivalent of ecstasy.
Harry groaned as he stretched on his thin and worn mattress. A spring was digging into his back uncomfortably.
He sighed and pushed it back in.
Harry kicked off the thin blanket and listened. He heard his uncle watching TV in his room, probably suffering an agonizing hangover.
Harry opened the door, hoping his uncle didn't hear the creak.
Suddenly, Harry felt the heavy steps of his uncle heading to the door.
Oh shit.
"HARRY!" he heard the angered wails of his sickening uncle.
"What the fuck do you want?" Harry snapped as his uncle opened the door, wild red rimmed eyes darting.
"Excuse me, boy? Who do you think I am! You have no right to talk to me like that, you hear? I said, DO YOU HEAR?" his uncle pushed him roughly back into his small room.
Harry fell on his ass, Vernon looming above him. He talked down to him.
"Worthless piece of SHIT! JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS! THEY DESERVE WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM!" He screamed and planted a kick into Harry's abdomen.
Series and series of punches, kicks, and slashes came, Harry fighting the urge to just give up. He was vaguely aware of his uncle still screeching and the sudden click of a lighter.
He felt searing pain all across his back. This was the worst form of torture, the burning. He felt the small flame singing his flesh, making him scream out in pain.
He was relieved for a small second, then looked up as his uncle came down with a knife. A very sharp looking knife.
He slashed Harry's back, Harry feeling the blood well up and then drip down his sides. He went limp as a powerful foot came and hit him straight in the jaw. He faintly felt a sudden pressure on his head, then he sunk into the painless black abyss he knew so well.