Chapter One

The last thing I remember before waking up was enjoying an ice cream cone while flying home on my broomstick. I was going to celebrate the victory against Voldemort with my good friend Albus Dumbledore at his boyfriend's house. Everyone believed that we had died four years earlier. As it turns out, we were both actually put into the Wizards Witness Protection Program by Order of the Phoenix due to threats made by Lord Voldemort's followers and were actually fine the whole time.
At the time, I didn't know who the Godfather was or why he had it out for me. I didn't even know that he could use his evil powers to make me crash my broomstick. But he was, he was, and he did, and that's how I ended up all up in his neighborhood.
The first thing I heard was a bunch of black people yelling, "Hey white boy! What are you doing here? Do you know what we do to white boys who come to this part of town?" Oh no, I thought. I'm gonna get raped.
When my eyes finally stopped being all fuzzy, I realized that they had red bandanas on, which probably meant that they were Bloods. Luckily for me, I had joined the Bloods street gang several years ago (I was, in fact, one of very few white boys to have the privilige to gangbang with Piru Bloods sets), meaning that they were my homies and Blood laws required that they take me in and give me food and shampoo. Flashed a quick hand sign to let them know that I was down, and they immediately smiled. The set leader grinned wildly and said, "What's up, homeboy?"
"Not much, nigga," I responded. "What chu up to?"
"We were about to go smoke some blunts and kill some Crips. Wanna come?"
"For sure, homie," I responded.
"That's what's up! I haven't seen a real white Blood since I was a wee lad," said the set leader. "My name is Popnut. What's yours?"
"My name is Harry," I responded.
"Harry?" he exclaimed, surprised. "You don't mean Harry Potter, who vanquished Lord Voldemort!"
I was puzzled as to how a mudblood could know anything about me or my battle with Voldemort, but Popnut was quick to explain. "We're the only Wizard Bloods set in all of Los Angeles!"
I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe my good look. However, the worst was yet to come.
"Come on, nigga," said Popnut. "Let's go crab huntin'."