Disclaimer: I don't own Hp, or the plot to The Lost Boys.
A/N: Sorry it was so long for an update. I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter. I had fun writing it.
Harry couldn't believe Ron sometimes. It was hard to believe that Ron was actually older than he was…At first, it had been perfectly understandable that Ron would take his father's death hard, but at times, Ron was really beginning to grate on Harry's nerves. Coming to America had only seemed to support Ron's immature outlook on things, and Harry knew he had to find a way to get some time to himself.
Further along the boardwalk, Harry spotted sight of the beautiful girl again. She moved so quickly through the crowd, but Harry managed to catch up and keep pace with her. Like any hunter, he kept a save distance from her, holding back as to not make her nervous. Suddenly, she stopped, almost as if she sensed him following her. She looked over her shoulder, and then, suddenly spots the ones she has been looking for- The Lost Boys. She ran over to who Harry suspected was the leader of the gang and climbed on the back of his bike.
Suddenly, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw his kindhearted friend grasping a comic book.
"Come on, Harry. She was just messing with you." Ron said a bit too energetically.
The night seemed exciting, wonderful, or at least, that's what she always thought. Being with Spike had been one of the best choices she had ever made, though sometimes she wondered what things would be like if she switched sides. The Lost Boys were something else, more dangerous somehow. It was danger that had always excited her, and at times, Spike was starting to seem a bit boring.
She paused, ignoring Spike who had his head buried in her neck, trying to persuade her to let him have his own type of fun. Suddenly, the sound of groaning metal pierced the darkness. She froze.
"What was that?" She asked; frightened.
Spike raised his head a moment and looked at her like she was nuts. "What was what?"
"I thought…I thought I heard something."
Spike went back to nuzzling her neck and copping a feel. "Don't worry about it, Babe."
Suddenly, the roof of the car was ripped from its body. All she could do was scream. When the dark figures came in for a second swoop, the lovebirds were snatched away crying into thedarkness of the night.
Ron walked around his grandfather's garage. The old man seemed to take pride in muggle objects, but his car was something else entirely.
"How do you her, Ron?" Grandpa asked clearly proud of his toy.
"She's a beauty." Ron replied politely.
Grandpa walked over to the driver's side and opened the door. "Come on, get in."
Ron beamed from ear to ear and jumped into the car. "Can I drive her on the way back?"
Grandpa looked at Ron as if he swallowed a blast ended skrewt. "Fat chance. No body drives this baby but me." Grandpa put the keys into the ignition and started her up. "Now, we gotta let her warm up a bit…Hear that sound? She sounds just like a baby pussycat." Grandpa waited for a moment. "Let's got to town!" Suddenly, he abruptly turned off the car and climbed out. "Are we having fun, or what? Ain't she great?"
Ron looked at his grandfather who was clearly very insane. "I thought we were going to town?"
Grandpa cleared his throat. "Well, that's as close to town as I like to get." The old man wandered off back into the house.
"I am living in a house of nuts." Ron mumbled glumly to himself.
Later that day, Ron had managed to ride his bike into town without getting his clothes mussed up too badly. There really wasn't much to do around here, so he figured he might as well pester Gred and Forge.
He dumped his bike outside the comic store and strolled in, glancing around.
"Notice anything funny about Santa Carla yet, little bro?" Fred asked in a manner that was strangely serious for Fred.
"Um, no. So far it's a pretty cool place." Ron replied, not sure what type of prank he was about to get hit with.
"If you're a Martian…" Fred muttered.
"Or a vampire." George said with a certain something that told Ron that his brothers had probably planned this all morning.
"Are you guys sniffing old parchment or something?" Ron asked facetiously.
Suddenly George seemed to get a bit annoyed and began to poke Ron in the chest. "You really think you know what's going on here, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Ronny boy. You don't know shit. You really think we work in a comic store just for laughs?"
Ron couldn't help himself. Fred was acting very strangely. "Um, actually, I thought it was an owlery."
George sneered at Ron with an expression that would have rivaled Malfoy. "This is just our ingenious cover, little brother. We are dedicated to a much higher purpose. We are fighters, warriors, for truth, justice, and the Weasley way."
Ron looked at his brother wide-eyed. "All right."
George grabbed a comic off a nearby display and handed it to Ron. "Read this."
Ron took the comic and looked at it. "I told you guys, I don't like horror comics."
George slapped Ron across the chest with the comic. "Think of it as a survival manual, little brother. Our phone number is on the back. Pray to Merlin that you never need to call us."
Ron just stared at George…he was bleeding bonkers! "Okay. I'll pray that I never need to call you. Alright." Ron nodded and exited the store as quickly as he could. His brothers were beginning to scare him.
Later that evening, Harry found himself looking at a punk store, trying on a leather jacket like the ones that the girl's motorcycle gang would wear. He couldn't help himself, really. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. He looked at himself in the mirror, and decided that it would be now or never, and paid the shop girl. It was time that he did something for himself.
As he left the shop, he found himself walking with a new bounce in his step. For once in his life, he felt cool. He wandered through the night and stopped at a booth were a young girl was getting her ears pierced. He begins to think about it. Suddenly, he feels breath on his neck and a voice whispers in his ear-
"It's a rip off."
Harry is stunned to see the girl he had followed the previous evening standing right behind him. "Uh, hi..."
The girl smiled at him. "You know, if you want your ear pierced…I'll do it."
She wanders along the boardwalk, almost forcing Harry to follow.
Harry tried to calm his nerves. "So, um. What's your name?"
The girl smiled and answered with a sultry lilt in her voice. "Star."
"Oh, um. Star's great. I like Star." Harry had to keep himself from slapping his head for acting like an idiot.
Star smiled at Harry. "Me too."
Harry cleared his throat. "I'm Harry."
Star smiled at him and laughed. "Harry's great. I like Harry."
Harry smiled awkwardly. "Want to get something to eat?" He asked hopefully.
Star thought for a moment, then smiled. "Okay."
They approached Harry's motorcycle and suddenly, The Lost Boys, with the little boy in tow surrounded them. Draco sneers at Harry and revs his motorcycle.
"Where are you going, Star? Surely you wouldn't want to be seen with the likes of him?" Draco grinned in Harry's direction.
Star nervously stood her ground. "For a ride. This is Harry."
Harry too a deep breath. He could hardly believe that of all people, he would run into Draco sodding Malfoy! There was a part of him that simply wanted to pound Draco, and another part that was relived to see that the boy had, in fact, survived. "Let's go, Star."
Draco looked at Star. "Star." He said with power. Star obediently walked over to Draco.
Harry simply glared.
"You know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the point?" Draco gunned his engine. Star climbed onto the back of Draco's motorcycle and looked at Harry apologetically.
Harry looked at Draco exasperated. "I can't beat your bike."
Draco grinned evilly at Harry. "You don't have to beat me, Harry. Just try to keep up."
Harry heard the little boy excitedly pipe up. "We're going for a ride!"
Harry followed Draco through the blackness of the night, not really sure why he was putting himself through this. Maybe, it was simply the fact that after all these years, maybe he could right things between them. But really, it was more so that Harry was concerned for Star.
He couldn't believe how far they were traveling. Draco was forcing Harry to push his bike beyond its limits. Harry could only hope that his bike would stay in one piece.
Suddenly, once they reached a railroad trestle, it was Draco and Harry side by side. The last time Harry noticed, he could barely see Draco's bike ahead in the distance, and now, he was right beside him. Harry heard the sound of the encroaching surf up ahead from the cliff.
All Harry could think was that this would be one hell of a stupid way to die. He let the fear override him, and he spun out, just in time to hang slightly over the edge of the cliff. Draco breaks and stops his bike just at the edge. Perfectly.
Harry scooted himself backwards and pulls his bike away from the cliff. By that time, the rest of the gang showed up and crowded around them. Draco calmly climbed off his bike.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. It was time to show Draco that he wasn't afraid of him.
Harry stormed over to Draco, wanting a fight. "What the hell are you trying to do, huh?" Harry spat. Harry stalked closer and began pointing his finger at Draco. "Just you! Come on, Draco. Just you."
Star grabs onto the young boy who hopped off the bike he'd been riding on. She looked at Draco, afraid of his reaction. Harry prepares himself for the attack, but ends up pleasantly surprised.
Draco simply smiled at Harry with the classic Malfoy smirk. "How far you willing to go, Harry?"