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A boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes sits up and stretches. His eyes gazes around the small, mostly unwrecked flat with sleeping bodies.

A boy with blond hair and slightly ferret like features, a girl with wavy brown hair with a defiant look on her face even in sleep, a boy with bright red hair and long nose, a slightly muscled boy with brown hair and finally a girl with long blonde hair and a dreamy look on her face. They had been through so much together in the past few years. They were family to him.

He was born in a happy house with a loving mother, a caring father and a mostly identical twin.

However when he was around 15 months old, there was a attack on the house by an evil wizard, Voldemort. Voldemort had killed his aunt Petunia who stood infront of them and tried to kill him and his brother as well.

Voldemort first turned the wand on his brother, but sensing his brother was in danger, he had jumped in front of his brother just as a green light left the wand.

Hours later, when the Potter parents came home from a ministry dinner, they found an empty cloak of Voldemort, a crying baby with a V shaped scar on his cheek and another passed out with an enormously depleted magical core, they called Albus Dumbledore right away.

That night, Wizarding world of Britain got the news that Voldemort was vanquished and Hayden Potter was claimed the hero. No one ever thought to check the other baby who was passed out or the bleeding scar on his forehead, covered by his untamable mop of black hair.

As he grew up, he was quickly over shadowed by his famous brother and his scar and he was forgotten and neglected by his parents until he reached seven. The only ones who ever cared about him were the house elves, his godfather, and most ironically; his brother. However, Sirius had been godfather to both of them, and it wasn't enough.

When he was seven, Harry had been forgotten behind as the whole family, including Sirius went on a month trip to Bulgaria for his brother's birthday- and Harry had been left behind. That night after the whole family left, he took all his savings he had somehow salvaged up over the years, grabbed an old duffel bag that belonged to his 'father', stuffed some of his old second hand clothes that Hayden outgrew years ago in to it, grabbed all the leftover food in the fridge and set out from the home, never to return again.

He had been living on the streets on his own for a few weeks when he ran into the blonde boy. Starving and desperate, the two boys squabbled a few times before deciding to team up.

Him and Drake (as he was called now) had worked well, always watching each other's back and even seemingly being able to read each other's mind at times. The two became friends, brothers, family.

About a few weeks after, the duo found and took formally known as Hermione Granger under their wing, protected, looked out and took care of her. The trio was closer than any family or friend could hope to be.

A year and a half later, the trio ran into a red headed boy and a blonde girl and made an alliance with them, and later becoming close friends.

The five became a pack, looking out for each other on the harsh streets of London and when they ran into a brown haired boy getting beaten up by a street gang, they took care of him and accepted him as a final member of their family.

As the green eyed boy was reminiscing on his past, another member of their gang began to stir and got up.

"Morning, Li." she said.

"Morning, Theena." he replied.

Drake had nicknamed the brown haired girl Athena during their early days on the run because of the intelligence and the brain she was showing even from their first few days together, and the nickname had stuck.

Not to mention she hated her real name. All of their family did, as a matter of fact.

Later, Lightning shortened it to Theena, claiming Athena was too long to say. In return, she started calling him Li (pronounced La-ee) saying that Lightning was too fancy of a name. Her and Drake were the only ones allowed to call him that. Drake called her Frizzy at first because of her then-frizzy brown hair but he soon had a broken nose to show for it.

That day, Lightning and Drake found out she had an excellant right hook. Lightning himself got his nickname from the scar on his forehead.

Theena yawned. "What were you thinking about? You had a really pensive look on you face."

"Nothing." he said "Just about our early days. It's already been what, eight years? Since I left home and we met."

"Yeah, I remember. I was eight, on the streets, cold, starving and all of a sudden, I see two boys in front of me offering me help and I get a family again. Best day of my life."

Lightning smiles. "You were an adorable nine year old. First person to be able to deflate Drake's ego too."

Theena laughes before both of them hears a voice.

"Did I hear my name?" When they look over, they see the blond haired boy rubbing his eyes.

"Morning sleepy head~" Grinned Theena.

"It's too early to get up." Drake groaned.

"C'mon Drake. It's our turn to make the morning rounds. Wakey wakey." said Lightning.

"You guys are too cheerful in the morning, did you know that? It's not normal." grumbled Drake.

In reply, all he got was both of them laughing. Drake gave both of them the finger before disappearing into a small curtained area to wash his face and freshen up.

Soon, the three of them were jogging through the narrow alley leading to a street from their home. They stopped at various shady looking places they were familiar with, and was soon returning to the flat with food in their magically extended pockets when they almost ran in to a group of people wearing black robes and a too-familiar badge. The trio quickly ducked behind a building before cautiously peeking out.

"Fuck them all. Aurors." cursed Harry under his breath.

"How many?" asked Hermione.

"About fifteen." replied Draco, "Give or take a few. Should we fight or flight?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, seemingly having a conversation.

"Flight." replied Harry, "It's been what, two weeks since the last encounter? If they're on to us this quick, we have a problem. Besides, it might be a trap. We need to meet with others, regroup and most likely keep moving. I say we take the detour way though. In case they follow us."

Hermione nodded, slightly jogging down the opposite alley. "Li's right. Besides, it seems different this time. Almost like... They want something from us. Until we know farther, we should try to lay low. Merlin knows what goes in the Ministry of Morons' mind now."

"Agreed. But we should ask our contacts. See if they know anything important." agreed Draco.

The three were now sprinting in the opposite direction they had come from, twisting and turning a few times, before stopping in front of the familiar door, looking around for possible spies, then slipping in.

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