There are two things you can do when your down, one stay down or two get back up. Two small things that you can do that will effect not only you but the people around you.
Harry walked out of the small shack in the slums of town. You wouldn't have guessed the great Chosen one, of all people, to hide his face as he walked down the street but he had to. He was on every wanted picture that Voldemort could put up. Voldemort was leader of the England and was the law. Harry and the order failed, not to the people's surprise but they failed all the same. When Voldemort put large sums on each of the orders heads, even the most trusted began to turn. Harry and his closest followers went into hiding for even the people that he was trying to save didn't want to be saved for they turned to Voldemort's side.
Harry turned to corner down knockturn ally and walked briskfully towards diagon ally. The usually busy and lively street was now dark and abandon. No one ever went there and no shops where opened. Voldemort made a government that all revolved around the government he set up. All equal, except him and his closer followers of course.
Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the top and bottom of a broken window on the old parlor. The window vibrated and turned into a glossy watery substance that filled the square of the window. Harry crawled threw it and landed on the other side. There he was met by the others.
"Hello Harry," A stern voice said as he helped Harry to his feet. The man had medium black hair that had soft curls.
"Thanks Neville," Harry said as he took in the room. The room had a small fire and six chairs around it. There where four more in the room. Ginny Longbottom who was rocking her new born baby in her lap as it fell asleep. Hermione and Ron Weasley who where pretty much sharing the same chair and last was Luna who was gazing into the fire.
"Thanks for coming everyone and sorry I'm late," Harry said as he crossed the room and took the vacant chair next to Luna. "I'm here to talk about Voldemort." Harry put it bluntly. Everyone sighed.
"Harry," Hermione said looking at him. "There is nothing we can do. He has the people on his side."
"I know," Harry said as he stood up and leaned against the mantle.
"Then why fucking bother," Ginny said. "We can't do anything."
"Hermione complete this saying ok," Harry said still talking to the fire. "We have to fight fire with,"
"Fire," Hermione said wrinkling her nose. "How dose fucking that help?"
"We become the bad guys," Harry said turning around. Everyone looked at him funny.
"What the fuck do you mean?" Neville asked looking intrigued. "How do we become the bad guys?"
"In the muggle world there are groups that are called mafia's," Harry said. "We are the beginnings of one right now."
"Harry," Luan said. "You do know how much work it is to have one right."
"Yeah," Harry said as he turned back to the group. "What do you say?"
"What the fuck," Ron said shrugging his shoulders. "I always like to piss people off, I'm in."
"Fine," Hermione said.
"Use too," Neville said. Luna smiled at Harry and nodded.
"Alright," Harry said with a wide grin. He pulled out a large cigar and lit it with his wand. He took a drag and looked up threw the cloud of smoke. "Let's get started."