Here it is! My new and improved version of London Streets. It isn't anything like London, but Harry will be similar in the fact that he wants to be independent. I'm rather fond of an indipendent Harry.
This is rated T, but It's a high T. There's quite a bit of language and talk of sex. It's not an M though - I don't feel like writing porn.
Disclaimer: Obviously, none of this is mine, or else I would be out celebrating the new release of 'my' book.
By the way, what did you think of Deathly Hallows? I won't say anything for those who haven't finished, but I'm curious about what you think.
Chapter 1
The clouds were dark and muggy, covering the sun from view. The weather had been rather gloomy in the lower part of Britain for most of the week, and not too many of the upstanding citizens were happy about it. The more corrupted side of town, on the other hand, was relishing in the bad weather. It was easier to stay in the shadows with less sun.
"Pst," A voice whispered to a broken door with a slot for people to see out. "Hey, Lex! Lex!" The young man sighed. "Greta? Killian, for Pete's sake! Can someone come open this godda-" He was cut off when the door was opened abruptly. "Finally," the man grumbled.
"Oh, shut up, Slick." The man that opened the door had dark hair, a sharp face and had a sickly pale color to his skin.
"Geez, Lex, about bloody time you opened the door. I really don't want to get caught with this stuff. It's really hard to explain why a fifteen-year-old is running around with blood packs from the hospital." The younger man said.
Lex slipped his hand into the old torn-up bag on the younger man's back and pulled out the blood. He licked his lips. "Hey, thanks Slick."
"Yeah, yeah," Slick replied, shaking it off. "I want the money, though."
"Why did you call for Greta and Killian?" Lex asked, ignoring Slick's latest comment.
"Bloody - Well, you weren't answering. Greta - your wife - wasn't either so I thought to myself, 'Self, why don't we call for the little three-year-old vampire?'" Slick said in a venomous, sarcastic tone. "Why he bloody hell wouldn't I call your son if no one answered the bloody door?"
"And I thought vampires were the ones obsessed with blood." Lex said, commenting on Slick's language.
"The money, Lex." Slick pressed.
"You really didn't ask for much." Lex commented, finally going to dig money out from behind a worn tapestry. "I thought you had people to feed. I don't need to go around buying food, but I'm pretty sure you need more than this for three."
"This isn't for food." Slick snapped, irritable with the twenty questions.
Lex raised an eyebrow and dropped the money into Slick's awaiting hand. "Well, that changes things, doesn't it?"
Slick rolled his eyes, but didn't comment. "Bye." And with that, he picked up his bag and left.
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Slick's next stop was yet another run-down make-shift house. Though, this one was a bit more worse for the wear. He knocked a pattern on the door, using his knuckles and palms to make different noises as required. Halfway through the knock, he heard someone get up from the front room and stand at the door, listening. Finally, the door opened.
"Hey Lucifer." There was a muscular, dirty blonde seventeen-year-old at the door in nothing but a pair of inside-out boxers. He was every girl's fantasy - not that 'Slick', also known as 'Lucifer' cared. He had a different name for everyone he knew, and no one called him by his birth name. It just went to show that he trusted no one - almost no one.
"Hey Pete." Lucifer said dully. He shot a glance at the couch that was barely visible and, sure enough, Britta - one of the girls that was in this group - was laying on it wearing nothing put a hastily tossed sheet. Last time Lucifer spoke to Pete, he and Britta swore to never get together again. Obviously someone had a change of heart.
"What's up?" Pete asked, pushing Lucifer inside and looking around the street before closing the door.
"I need more smokes. I'm out." Lucifer stated.
"Already?" Commented an angelic voice from the couch. Lucifer looked up to see the flawless blonde and blue-eyed Britta saunter in their direction, only barely holding up the sheet covering her. "We gave you some only three weeks ago."
"Yeah, well," Lucifer said irritably, "I used them, didn't I? That's kind of what you do - smoke it and bin it."
"Leave her alone, Lucifer." A third voice said. All three of them looked around to see a second girl walk down the hall.
"Lily." Lucifer greeted with a nod. Lily was only a year younger than Britta - 15 at best. She had pin-straight brown hair and a sullen and haunted look to her. She had always looked depressed, but she was worse after Lucifer had broken up with her. They hadn't really been dating, it was more of a fling with awesome sex, but Lily was still upset when they broke it off.
Lucifer looked around the group and then pulled the cash out off his bag. "Well, here's the money. Where's my stuff?"
Lily went into another room and came back with a few month's supply of cigarettes and a sour look. She never had liked Lucifer smoking. "Here," She said with an angry sneer. "Go kill yourself. I'm sure Brennan and Alice will appreciate it."
Lucifer showed the largest amount of emotion he'd shown the entire night. He had a look of pure anger on his face. "Don't you dare!" He shouted with a raspy voice, lunging forward only to have Pete hold him back.
"Luce!" He said, dragging him to the door. He took the money for the cigarettes and walked out the door with him. "Lucifer, calm down."
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down." Lucifer snarled, though he was quieting down slightly. "That bitch can just go fuck herself if she thinks she can say that shit about -"
"I know, that was below the belt." Pete said. "But calm down."
Lucifer ripped his arm from Pete's grip and glared furiously. Not a second later he had his face in an almost emotionless mask, though there was always a hint of anger on his face. He glared at Pete one last time before disappearing.
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Slick, Lucifer - FUCK, Harry Potter stormed up the old run-down apartment building in a rage. The apartment complex was no longer in use, but no one wanted to spend the money to tear it down or renovate it. After a few flicks of his wrist Harry had made the place stable, looking nice, secure, and sound-proof. It had been their home for a while - one of the only permanent places they'd lived in for a long time.
Running a hand down his face, Harry realized he needed to cool down. He couldn't act like this in front of the kids. A few deep breaths later and he walked down the hall to the door with the right shapes on the front.
He unlocked the door with a wave of his hand and he snuck in quietly. It was late and he hoped Brennan had put Alice down. He peeked around the corner and saw the Telly, which Harry had gotten to run on absolutely no power but magic, playing the end of a children's movie. An empty bowl sat on it's side and some popcorn was strewn across the coffee table and floor. Two bundles were leaning on either side of the couch, resting their heads on the arm rests.
A smile came unbidden to his face and Harry let it spread as he leaned against the doorframe.
Brennan was the elder at six, but he acted much older. He didn't look anything like Harry with short, white blonde hair, hazel eyes and a bronze look to his skin. Harry had found him when the boy was three and raised him ever sense. Brennan had taught himself to read and write and Harry couldn't have been more proud.
Alice was Harry's little angel at only four. Harry had found her when she was two. She didn't much like her 'brother' or Harry with beautiful thick curly brown hair, full pouty lips, deep brown eyes and a cute round face. She was the little artist and loved to ask questions about everything.
"Daddy!" Harry looked up to see Alice sitting up and smiling at him. She ran across the room and Harry hoisted her into the air. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him tightly around the neck as Brennan woke up and rushed over. Harry grabbed Brennan in his other arm, even though the boy was getting too big to carry.
He took them both back to the only bedroom that had a large king-sized four-poster bed. He dropped them both in the bed and reached for one of the few kids books that they had. He passed it to Brennan and the three sat down to have the young boy read before bed.
