"What you think Vince?" Jay asked his partner in crime as they surveyed the steel door that was the back entrance into the pawn shop.

"I think we have a better chance getting in this way than we do the front" Vince replied looking up and down the dank alley in the rough side of London. "We could drill the lock, shouldn't be a problem, owner lives above but if we get in fast and grab the goods we could be away in no time".

Jay and Vince were brothers, they didn't have the best upbringing and life had taken a turn for the worse after their mum and dad had disowned them after they got into a bit of bother with the law. Living on the streets was hard but they soon found out they had a knack for thefts, nothing big just the occasional jewellery shop, pawn shop or loan shop. 4 years they had been at it and they still hadn't been caught. Planning and knowing the getaway was the key. They would visit the target in advance and scout for what security it had and the routine the owner had. They then learnt all the roads and back alleys surrounding and searched for any places they would be able to hideout if needs be. They may theifs but they had morals too, nobody gets hurt and never go in armed.

Deciding this looked promising they gave the place a last once over, Vince set off walking down the alley checking the frosted glass windows of the other establishments making sure there would be low risk of witnesses. A noise from behind some bins grabbed his attention so he whistled his brother and cautiously made his way over.

He expected to find a cat lurking in the shadows but instead what he found shocked him to the core. Behind the bin Vince found a young boy trembling in fear, taking in the boys appearance Vince's legs went weak. The boy with scruffy black hair looked to be around 8 or 9 and was nothing but skin and bone, dressed in nothing but a heavily bloodstained T shirt that was miles to big for him and some dirty grey pants that were covered in grime. On his feet he had trainers that were falling apart beyond belief and no socks. The boy kept his head down not wanting to look up at the strange man that was towering over him.

"Hey kid, you alright?" Vince asked quietly not wanting to scare the child even more.

"What is it?" his brother asked before he rounded the bins and got a look at the boy himself. "Ohhh" was all he could think to say.


"Okay Harry, its time to go. You will be safe here." Petunia said, voice trembling as she looked down at her nephew, despite the previous 9 years she had spent hating the boy now she was close to tears as as she watched him looking out of the car window and at the orphanage she was dropping him off at.

Harry climbed out of the car without looking back at his aunt and his last living blood relative. The car sped off and rounded the corner further up the road.

Slowly he made his way up the steps to the ancient looking building, his heart was beating fast with fear as he readied himself to enter into the unknown. Before he made it to the big front double door something wet slapped off the top of his head. Looking up he saw 2 young faces 3 stories above hanging out of a window.

"Go away FREAK" one of the the boys shouted and spat again hoping to hit Harry.

Without a second thought Harry turned around and ran, not knowing where he was going he just ran into the backstreet's destined to become another homeless minor lost in the capitol of England.