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Scar's POV

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"ADEN! STOP PUSHING THE DAMNED BUTTON!" Aden grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, Scar. It's just so..." she trailed off, getting distracted by something outside the window. We were on the plane on our way to London. Of course, Boss owns his own private jets, but NOOOO, we had to take a cheesy, half-assed plane. Yay. Wasn't my life just wonderful? I snickered, and reached for my sword.

I kept all of my weapons (I have many) sealed away in different forms. I had a bow and arrow in the form of a ring, a chain mace disguised as a pen, a bō in the form of a hair clip, a weighted chain disguised as a hair tie, and my claymore was a seemingly innocent earring. The other earring was a dagger. What? Can't a girl be prepared?

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Jett pulled into a gas station, and ran inside to get us some shit to eat. It had been a long plane ride to London, and we were all pretty pooped. Haha, I said poop.

Anywozzle, we were waiting in the car for Jett, when all of a sudden, across the street, I happened to see...A PET SHOP! and what happened to be in the window? FUCKING KITTENS, THAT'S WHAT! Now, I'm not exactly what you would call a 'people person.' In fact, I absolutely detest 99.5% of all people. It's a fact. But I absolutely ADORE animals. I can't help but love them. And the one animal I love more than anything is the kitten. And so when I saw the kittens in the window, I just knew that I had to get one.

So, I slipped past the sleeping Lizzy and Aden, out the door, across the street, and over to the pet store. I picked up a white kitten with purple eyes, headed over to the cash register, pulled out my black AmEx, and payed for the little girl. I also bought her a purple studded collar. I put the collar on the kitten, and walked across the street, trying to figure out how to tell my friends that I had impulsively bought a pet for myself. Of course, outside the car, my friends were waiting for me. The smiled knowingly, and helped me and the squirming bundle into the car. I may not have a lot of friends, but the few I do have are worth their weight in gold.

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We pulled up to the house, exhausted and cranky. We'd been driving for at least six hours, and everybody was ready to get some alone time. I grabbed Lavender, my kitten, and my suitcases, and I headed upstairs to look at my room.

I opened the door that said "Escarlata" on it. I gritted my teeth, knowing the boss was back in the states laughing his ass off. He knows how much I hate being called by my first name in it's entirety. I prefer 'Scar' much more. Anywhozzles, I opened the door to the room, and was suddenly met with what can only be described as a dream room. At least, for me.

The walls were painted a dark, deep red, and the wood furnishings were a dark cherry. The floor was carpeted in a silvery-grey color. Three walls were lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves that were crammed with books of every shape and color. And on the fourth wall, there was a huge, wall sized tv. In the middle of the room was a large, black, wrought iron bed. There was even a cat bed next to one o the bookshelves. Damn! Boss knew how to spoil us! It wasn't often, but he would occasionally be generous and give us something like this.

I checked out the other two rooms. Lizzy had her own room. Of course, everything was pink and pale and girly. Just like her!

Aden and Jett were sharing the third and final room. It was almost exactly like mine and Lizzy's, except it had an orange theme. There was even a cage and a cat bed in their rooms. Why, I don't know.

I walked back to my room to check out the books. I picked one up, and was about to open it, when our door bell rang.

"FUCKING HELL!" I yelled as I stormed down the stairs to answer the door. Standing behind the door were three of the ugliest people I've ever seen in my life, and a scrawny boy. The big, beefy man cleared his throat.

"Hello, my name is Vernon Dursley. This is my wife, Petunia, my son, Dudley, and my nephew, Harry." I stared at them. So THIS was Harry Potter. Scrawny little kid. It was hard to believe that this little twerp was being targeted by a master magician.

"Whaddya want?" I growled. The stick-ish looking woman took a step back in horror. I rolled my eyes.

"Scar, who's there?" called Lizzy. She came around the corner with Jett and Aden.

"The Dudys." I called back. That was their name, right? Lizzy appeared at the door. She smiled and shook their hands.

"Hi, my name is Elizabeth, it's nice to meet you! Sorry about the rudeness of my friend, she's just really cranky right now! Her name is Escarlata, and the two standing behind me are Cadence and Jethro! Why don't you come in, and I'll prepare some tea, yes?" she ushered in the somewhat dazed family. Three of them sat on the couch, and Harry sat on the floor. I noticed that the boy kept kicking Harry, and my blood started to boil. If there's one thing I hate more than people, it's people who are rude and abusive to other people. Especially people who are rude and abusive to their family. I sat down next to Harry, and said, "Hey, Harry. Can you come help me with something?" he nodded eagerly, and followed me upstairs and to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, and watched amusedly as Harry gawked in awe of my freakishly amazing room.

"So, Harry, sit down. I won't bite. Lavender might, but I won't."

"Who's Lavender?"

"My cat. Now, sit." he sat on the end of my bed. I looked him over, and noticed how skinny he was. My vision flashed red. Compared to the other boy, he was a stick! They were probably starving the poor kid! I leaped off my bed and opened up one of my suitcases, and handed him a king sized hershey bar. His eyes grew as wide as soccer balls.

"Is that...for me?" he asked quietly. I rolled my eyes.

"No, it's for the cat. OF COURSE IT'S FOR YOU!" he nodded eagerly and wolfed it down as though he hadn't eaten in days. I wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't. I waited for him to finish licking the chocolate off of his hands.

"So, Harry, where do you go to school?"

"Uhm, well, I-uh, you see-"

I snorted. "Dude, chill. If you don't wanna answer, then don't answer. Jeez." I flopped down on my bed, picked up my book from earlier, and began to read. Harry sat on my bed quietly, watching me read. My eyebrow twitched. Didn't he have anything better to do? Because he was kind of weirding me out. We stayed like that for another hour or so, until Lizzy came up to my room and said that the Durdys were leaving. I lifted a hand in farewell, and then went back to my book.