Chapter 1 :

You are COMPLETELY insane

Harry woke up at BIM !

He opened an eye at BANG !

And the second at BOUM !

At the fourth top, it was midnight on the clock of his new life.

"You are COMPLETELY insane, aren't you ?!" shouted a boy floating in a sweatshirt that was too big for him. "We can't pick up all the kids hanging around the Diagon Alley !"

"I've seen him several times since a few days, he's lost." replied his energetic fellow with blue hair. "He was dead from cold and starving to death."

POUF !

Harry understood where the noise came from : two kids, boxing gloves and a fry pan. On the other hand, he had absolutely no idea of the identity of the children and he still didn't know why he was lying on their sofa.

"MAAAX ! You can not smash people's skulls every times you disagree with them !"

The boy named Max had not only blue hair but also a blue tracksuit, blue sandals and even blue boxing gloves. Harry wondered if his panties were blue too, and then regretted not being dead from starvation the night before all this mess.

"Does that mean that I can hit those who agree with me too ? So many new possibilities... I need to try on someone !"

PAF !

A shot from the second kid, a perfect dodge of Max and a bookcase collapsing into a tide of books :

"Oooh no !"

"So cool !"

"I'm going to die !"

"That's for sure !"

"I was very happy to meet you!"

"I'll get your room !"

"Sociopath !"

"Thanks for that compliment !"

"Max !"

"Michael !"

"MAX !"

"MIKA…"

CLANG !

The fry pan escaped from Michael's hands and hit Max's head. His assassin look was clear : YOU. WILL. SUFFER.

"Um... I... I need... Ahem ..." Michael hesitated.

"You're DEAAAD !"

"I have a Mario level to finish..." he said, running away.

Max insulted him in exotic languages, his perfect accent camouflaging a little bit the horror of his words :

"Klootzak ! Bikelboun ! Arschloch ! Cabrón ! Pchilégoja ! Dupek ! Teoudian ! Baka ! Hawimouk ! Zona ! Kouni !"

At that moment, Harry was sure of three things :

1) Max was crazy

2) Michael was crazy

3) Max and Michael were crazy

Get out of this hell, Harry !

All the books flew away and attacked Michael like a swarm of furious birds. Certainly an idea of Max who wore an evil smile on his devil face.

Okay, Michael was dead in 5, 4, 3, 2...

"RRR!"

A huge and rather skinny dog full of fleas interfered to protect his master. He shredded the first book with his mighty jaw and Max probably liked to read because he sent them back to the bookcase miraculously straightened.

"Your magic is powerful, young Padawan." Michael declaimed. "But you came 100 years early to hope defeat me."

The dog sniffed to confirm, so proud to be the guardian of the skinny-crazy-brown-hairs binocular. Then he straightened before rushing to Harry, barking. The boy-who-lived (not for long) jumped, terrified, and brandishing his blanket like a damaged wool shield.

"It's alive !" Max rejoiced.

"Shit." swore Michael. "We can't keep him, Red will kill us."

"I have an idea..."

"You're a demon, Max, your ideas are too scary."

Harry wondered if he was going to finish as a punching ball or dog food and he would have preferred to die from cold in the street. Then he thought that he was certainly depressed and it was not the worse : he didn't want to become like Max or Michael, at all.

"We will test him : if he fails, we will erase his memory and he'll manage the street all by himself but if he succeeds, we'll keep him and he will be part of our Pack."

-End of the 1rst chapter-

…to be continue…