When the bad guys rule the world

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would of published a book on the lives of the older generation too. James Potter and Co. and be making another couple of million dollars… I mean that's just my opinion, I mean if the going is good right? (did I mention I don't belong to any bikie gang, nor can I ride one, I just stand back and say oh shiny…)

In the beginning

In the beginning everyone starts out young and innocent. Some are lucky and manage to ride out their teenage years without a single blemish, like Harry best friend Luna. Sure she had some rough patches, loosing her mother to Caner but nothing seemed to touch her. She was still Luna, young, idealistic and naïve. Harry wished he could been more like her. He wished he could cope with his parents death as easily. Luna was the one real lights of hope Harry had left in this world.

He had a bad day, Luna was the one and only person he could stand to be around right now. She didn't judge, didn't ask but he felt as if she knew. He didn't talk about it, there wasn't a lot you could say about finding a couple murder in their four poster bed.

He knew getting in to the force, he would see his fair share of horrible cases but he wasn't really ready for the bloody corpse and the ugly scene they had been left in.

He was near the end of training time but his boss and Godfather Sirius had sheltered him from the worst cases. Even Neville, Harry's room mate had seen more action then him. The nerves round faced boy had gone undercover a month ago. It was a mission Harry could only dream of. To be that close to finding the man who destroyed his life, T Riddle.

You see Harry, unlike Luna, had long lost his innocents. He didn't have it for long. His parents were killed before Harry's second birthday, a pain that still burns in his darkened mind. He had grown up in the care of his aunt and her husband. He had grown up fast. He had to learn to survive, and that was only when dealing with his cousin Dudley, better known as Big D. Life were hard until Sirius Black finally won over his guardianship. The problem now was, he was to protective. Harry needed to do something for himself, something for his parents. He knew Sirius was his father best friend, and he loved to listen to tales of the younger days but it wasn't enough. It was all to late. His father, his mother, were gone. He had cried over it, fought over it but nothing helped. The only thing that could change things were if Riddle was rotting behind bars or better yet dead in a ditch. Hell Harry would be happy with homeless bum, rather then the reality over leader of the underworld, which was wining power of the streets. There was no denying how bad things were. The police now stayed in protected barracks for safety. It was hard to get into the police force then it was the army. Times had changed, the criminals ruled the streets. It had happened so quickly, and before long the world was hiding behind locked doors.

Luna slide a cup of tea across the table. She knew he hated it, but she wouldn't give him coffee when he was in this state. So they sat sipping tea and watching the rain from her back porch. It clattered to the earth, punishing the soil. Even knowing, the water would help the grass grow, Harry felt the need to shelter away from it, stay dry and warm. Luna however had other ideas. Harry laughed as she jumped off the landing into the mud puddle, twirling around in circles. He called for her to come back to the warmth and protection of the tin roof. She shook her head, a cheeky grin across her delicate face. She pointed to the left. Harry's eyes followed the movement finding what she had seen. A rainbow, the colours dancing across the sky, just like Luna had danced across the muddy lawn. He smiled across at her. Her legs were splattered with mud, the hem of her white dress, dark and dripping, her clothes were soaked through. She smiled at him so beautifully that he almost went to her, but still he couldn't take that step off the worn wooden planks. You see Harry knew what was there by Luna, the freedom, serenity and peace but he could have that just yet, no matter how much he wanted it. So he waved for her to come back to him and sat back down in the pine aging chair, sipping his oddly calming tea.

He smiled as Luna dropped gracefully into the beat up of couch next to him. She looked so beautiful, so untouchable, so out of place in this shit hole. She deserved riches and shiny things, but Harry knew that it wasn't what she wanted. Just like Harry, Luna had a mind of her own and she was more then happy to get down and dirty. She was happier without shiny jewels, her needs were simple and sincere. There was an honesty and warmth in Luna that Harry was drawn to. She was his safety net, his rock and he loved her for that. Sirius could never understand why Harry and Luna wouldn't date each other. Harry had tried to explain to him, that their love was a family kind, like siblings. Harry shouldn't of been surprised that Sirius couldn't get that, after all he was a rogue Black. His family had been heavily into the shady side of business, but Sirius broke away from that. His own brother had died in the streets not long before Harry was born and as rumour has it, Sirius never even went to his funeral. The word on the street was his baby brother tried to a runner. Everyone knows there is only one way you left the service of Riddle, in a body bag. Harry wondered about that from time to time. How could you just leave your family, Sirius said it was easy but Harry wasn't so sure it was that simple.

Luna yawned stretching her arms wide over her head. Harry leant over and ruffled her hair, getting up to leave. She smiled at him, silently handing him the latest addition of the Quibbler. He tucked it in his coat pocket before leaving throw her back rusted gate. He cringed at the brooding sky, pulling the hood on the back of his top onto his untameable black mane. He took the fork at the end of the road and headed home, to the barracks.

Harry stared at the ceiling pensively. The magazine Luna had given him tossed to the side. There was nothing ever good in it. He only took it to see Luna's art in the middle, the rest was rubbish. He wished she would publish it in a real magazine but she was loyal to her father, who owned and ran the Quibbler. It was a shame but there was nothing he could say that would get her to change her mind.

Suddenly the barracks door clanged open and Sirius stormed in.

"He's been made, idiot!" Sirius paced at the end of Harry's bed, anger grinding off him. "What the hell was he thinking? God dam it!" Sirius fist slammed into the bed post. The motion caused Harry's bed to shudder beneath him.

"What is going on?" Harry could feel his stomach twisted as Sirius's eyes connected with his.

"Longbottom Fucked up." He hissed.

Harry was on his feet in an instant. Neville wasn't as close to him a Luna but he was the next in line. They were like brothers. They lived together, eat together, trained together, or at least up to his mission.

"What happened? Where is he?" Harry's words spilled from his lips quicker then he could think.

"Come on." Sirius flicked his head towards the doors and Harry's guts twisted a little tighter.

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Neville was a mess, and the sight of his bruised face made Harry feel a little queasy. His body was littered with marks from head to toe. The I.V drip was still connected in his left arm. Harry stared at it, trying not to think of the white walls that surrounded them, or the pain his friend was in.

Sirius seemed to think he was lucky it was only Crabbe who had got to touch him, anyone else and he would have been dead. Crabbe was a second rate goon. He didn't give a rats ass if the victim died, which were in fact his orders but he hadn't bothered to check, there was enough blood that his partner, Goyle decided he'd have to be dead, so why bother dirtying up their shoes with his filthy blood. Harry shuddered as Neville retold them his story. Harry froze noticing the look in his Godfather's eyes. Shit.

Within the hour Sirius was taking Neville's place out in the flied leaving Harry to his cosy desk job. Harry was nervous, what if something went wrong? Who would be there to pick up the pieces? Who would be there to save Harry?

It was hard to take, the thought of losing Sirius. When their boss, Dumbledore had been shot dead, the streets became the thugs, Sirius was one of the few leaders left fighting for the people, what would happen if he didn't come back? Who was going to save the world then?

AN. I was reading the news, bikies caught with police gear and then a drawn on light bulb appeared above my head as the idea struck, it was like a Garfield comic strip, simple and sweet(as in the cat got the lasagne sweet). I am going to see where this goes, if you want a character to appear tell me and I see if I can work them in, the favourites will be there don't stress….or at least mine will be…

Ps a review would be nice, only if you have the time. ;)