Sloth: Hello world of fanfiction! I'm Sloth Keeper, Sloth for short and I would like to introduce to you a brand new story I've come up with. This idea came to me on the first day of school. It is an completely AU story with a slight Bleach crossover. however, I am only using concepts from Bleach and not the characters. I would like to point out that there are only two OC's for this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the concepts from Bleach. I only own the plot and two OC characters.

ps, Bleach is an odd name.

The Four Blurs of Diagon Alley

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They were running through the street. Faster and faster, picking up speed and their feet connected and bounced off the ground. It was the same as yesterday, and the day before. They weaved in and out of the alley, trying to elude capture, all the while laughing their bloody heads off. Any passer bier would only catch a glimpse of blurring colors. Black. Brown. Red. Yellow. Only the sound of laughter would be heard from these four blurs before they vanished into a corner, their pursuer losing any hope to catch them now. For once they turned the corner; those four would be long gone in the world of ignorant humans, unaware of the world that secretly lived beside them.

And thus was the story of the Four Blurs as they were called in Diagon Alley. Every day a shop would be robbed, no matter how well they were prepared, by four teens. Sometimes it was just one of them, other times it was two, but the worst were when all four got involved. It was impossible to catch them. They would either use unknown magic to distract their pursuer, or they were just too fast. They had once even managed to outwit an Auror that got in their way.

These childish raids had all begun randomly one day. At first it was just food they stole. Then, as the year progressed, and the four got more daring, they starting stealing clothes, books, toys, but never anything they couldn't carry on their person. Sometimes they would give the citizens of Diagon Alley a reprieve, but that would only be a day before they started again. And no one knew when or where they came from. It was as if the wind carried them from place to place. The Four Blurs were unstoppable.

Outside Diagon Ally, in a small apartment across a rundown orphanage, the "Four Blurs" arrived, laughing. This was their safe haven, their one and only solace from the Wizarding World. Not even those pesky Hogwarts owls could find them. Well, some did, but they never got sent back. Raven hair darted for the mini fridge and collected four bottles of butterbeer.

"To another successful raid," he said cheerfully, handing the other three to his childhood friends. As he sat down, he took out his shrunken prizes: two books, a new cloak, and a fake wand. He felt an additional presence in his pocket and pulled out a heart-shaped key chain. He raised an eyebrow at the brunette by the door. "Care to explain Autumn?"

"What?" She began, pulling back a strand of her frizzy hair, "I ran out of room in my pockets."

"That doesn't mean you can use us as shopping bags." The red haired boy remarked, "Imagine what Raven would have done if you stuffed a tampon in his pocket."

"Wet himself most likely." The slick haired blond joked. Raven glared at the boy.

"Shut up Blondie."

"It's Bleach!"

"You watch way too much anime," Autumn sniggered. "Red, could you pass the remote."

"No way, I'm not going to let you put on a lame soap opera."

"I am not going to put on a soap operate."

"The Secret Life of an American Teenager is a soap opera."

"It is not!" Autumn growled. Raven and "Bleach" rolled their eyes. It had been like this ever since they had first met ten years ago.

They had all been abandoned or had lost their family when they were young. The orphanage across the street had been their first meeting point. It was the only place that would accept four street urchins. As time went on, the four ventured out of the orphanage, which a week later burned to the ground because of a gas leak. They had been on the streets for six years, stealing in order to survive. They had thrown away the labels given to them at birth, preferring to call one another by their codenames; which incidentally just happened to be their hair color. As Bleach was suddenly pulled into the argument by his two companions, Raven became to reminisce about the past.

They had all come from different families. Autumn had arrived at the orphanage because her parents had both been killed in a car wreck. She had been the last to join their quartet, starting off as a shy girl before flourishing into a strong, independent teenager. And her right hook wasn't that bad either. Then there was Red, who had come from a large family. So large in fact that when he wandered away from his mum, no one knew he disappeared. He had been accidentally abandoned by his family and that might have been the most painful of them all. He was a hot tempered guy, who was the first to charge into a fight. However, he was the most protective, being the oldest by a month. If anyone was caught bulling Red's "charges", the boy would make sure the bully was never seen again.

Then there was Bleach and himself. They shared the strongest bond because of how they had been abandoned. They were not taken away from their families because of some careless act, but were willingly given away. Bleach had come from a pompous family with horrific ideals. His father in particular wanted him to be as heartless and prejudice as him. The man's back hand kept his mother from saying anything that would disagree with him and when Bleach decided to stand up for his mum, he was beaten and thrown into muggle London. As for himself, his family cared only for one and he left before he ended up starving to death in his room. Had he not found Bleach wandering the streets, the two would have been dead long ago.

"Raven….Raven…Oi Harry!"

He looked up, a scowl on his face at the mention of his former name.

"What Ron?" Harry asked bitterly. Ron returned the glare but calmed. Everyone knew that Raven hated his former name. It tied him with the family that cared nothing for him. They never blamed him if he retaliated with their former names. In fact, they were all like that. Calling them by their former selves would always result in a hateful look. Although if you were to call Bleach "Malfoy" you would have gotten your throat slit.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to come with us to get food. It was the one thing Blondie forgot to get."

Bleach growled, but ignored the jibe. It was an ongoing joke to call the former aristocrat "Blondie" because he really did use to have golden blond hair. It was only as he reached puberty that his hair started to naturally bleach itself. Not to mention the name Bleach was utterly ridiculous, but he was adamant about the name. Said it made him sound cool, to which the others just laughed in his face.

"Um sure. Where are we going?"

"Well I'd like to go to a fancy place. Maybe we could that little French café down on Elm Street."

"You would Granger." Bleach teased. Autumn kicked him in the shin. Out of the four of them, she was the only one who allowed people to call her by her former name because she had no true ill ties to it. However, it was only if she liked them.

"I was thinking we could try a new restaurant I heard about in Hogsmeade." Raven suggested. Red cringed.

"You sure about that mate? It's cutting it close to Hogwarts."

Another thing the four of them had in common. They were untrained wizards. Well, untrained by Ministry standards. They all enjoyed the thrill and adventure of the streets too much to try and go to a learning environment. Besides, why train using a wand when there were other ways to learn how to use magic? Some that were a lot cooler and more beneficial. They did have one teacher though, a man who could pass as a father to them if he didn't globe trot all the time. The man had taught them for five years on an oriental form of magic from Japan. They've been using it in order to survive.

"I'm sure Red. Besides, if anyone tries anything," Raven walked over and unsheathed the katana that was hanging from the wall of the apartment. It was one of four that they kept and use for "wands". Each looked the same, but could be identified by the different colored thread that wrapped around the hilt. His happened to be a dark crimson. Autumn owned the blade with a sky blue hilt while Red's was the one with bright orange. As for Bleach, his was a pure black hilt. The four of them carried these weapons with them every time they ventured beyond Diagon Ally or muggle London. Not only did the clean, sharp blades scare the crap out of people, but they had some additional surprises.

"Well then, let's go," Autumn said after shrinking and pocketing her sword. "Bleach will pay."

"I paid last time!" he exclaimed.

"Yes you did, but you paid with my wallet." She lit a fire and produced a sack of floo powder she had stolen from the Leaky Cauldron last week. "Last one there gives Bleach their wallet." And with that she was gone in a blaze of green. The boys stared at one another before they jumped for the sack.

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Hogsmeade was a place where the Four Blurs rarely ventured to. It was too close to Hogwarts and they did not want to be associated with those students. Red himself knew his family would be there, possibly his little sister Ginerva. In addition, sometimes Aurors would be here and though they could easily outwit one, they could not outwit a lot of them if they wanted to keep a low profile. So when they arrived, they made sure to conceal themselves with baseball caps and coats. It was late afternoon on a Saturday, so most likely some students were here for the Hogsmeade weekend.

They walked past The Three Broomsticks to find a one story restaurant. It was built like a fairy tale cottage with a white picket fence. On the front was a sign designed like a potted daisy. The sign read "The Potted Blossom." Bleach made a joke about how the restaurant looked like the three pigs built it. Autumn rapped him upside the head while Red laughed at the blonde's misfortune. Raven just smiled at his friend's antics before pushing the door open.

The building was obviously enchanted to be four times larger than it appeared. It was bustling with activity, wizards and witches chatting about. Pumpkins were placed on each table, a different face on each of the orange lanterns. And, as the name suggested, potted flowers were scattered around the tables.

A vibrant young woman with bright red hair and emerald green eyes walked over to them and Raven froze momentarily. He slid his cap further down to shade his eyes. His friends saw this and did the same with their own caps.

"Good afternoon. I'm Lily Potter, and I'll be your hostess. A table for four I assume?"

"Please." Red spoke, stepping forward and gingerly pushing Raven behind him. Lily smiled and ushered them forward.

"Right this way. You know, we don't get many people who wear muggle hats. Are you students?"

"No." they replied.

"Oh. Well, it's not my place to pry. Here we are; we'll be with you in a moment."

The four took their seats, three pair of eyes staring at the ravened haired boy. He looked back at them and glared. "What?"

"What do you mean what?" Red started, "That was your bloody mum."

"No, that was Harry Potter's mum. Raven Blur has no mum."

They kept their eyes trained on Lily, who was talking to a horse faced woman. The two women seemed to get along as the traded jokes before returning to work. Suddenly a young red head came over to them, smiling broadly.

"Hello. I'm Ginny. What can I get for you?"

"An exit," Red commented, earning a kick to the shin from three different directions. Ginny tilted her head to the side as she looked over at Red.

"Do I know you?" Ginny asked him, having caught a glimpse of him as he hollered in obvious pain. Red lowered his head and muttered a polite, yet bitter, 'no'. Ginny nodded and wrote down the drinks they had asked for. As she left, Red glared at the back of her head.

"How many people are in this place?"

"Beats me, but if I see Malfoy I'm leaving." Bleach muttered as he watched a passing blond.

"I didn't even know students could work in Hogsmeade." Autumn said. They turned to see another cluster of students walk into the restaurant. They were a group of four, the first two looking like relatives. They were both tall, with dark hair. One was bulkier than the other and he looked like he could have crushed the poor horse faced woman as he embraced her. Lily was talking to the other briefly before greeting the blond girl with tulip earrings and the plump black haired boy shying behind her.

"Hey, that kid kind of looks like you Rav."

Whap!

"OW!"

"Here you go," Ginny said as she returned with drinks, expertly placing them onto the table. They thanked her, but as she was able to return to the kitchen to give them time to decide on their meal, Autumn stopped her.

"Um, excuse me miss, but could you tell us a little about the owner?" She asked, going into what the boys called her "Scouting" Mode.

"Pardon?"

"Well, we're new around here and we'd just like to know more about the place." Bleach muttered something, which earned him a kick to the shin.

"Oi, stop doing that woman!"

Ginny ignored the misconduct and looked thoughtfully at Autumn before answering her question.

"Well, the owners are sisters; Lily Potter and Petunia Evans. Those are their sons over there, Nicholas and Dudley. They go to Hogwarts."

"Like you?"

"Um, no actually. I don't go to Hogwarts, but I'm perfectly fine working here. They're really nice, and creative. Bringing in muggle food into a Wizarding culture? Brilliant if you ask me."

"Hmm yes it is. Um, I think I'll have the club salad."