Hello. Right now I'm tired as hell but hopefully my coffee will wake me up a bit. Thanks for your reviews, except specialguy who sucks as a writer however one of his sisters stories is posted on his name is very good. By the way it was specialguys sister who gave me the idea to write this story.
Don't own Harry Potter and co. I own some characters the plot and setting.
Harry Potter and St. Brutus
By: Deigomah
Idea by Nikki
(Last chapter) Harry arrived back home around 8:00 p.m. he set his alarm to 5:00 A.m. He smiled as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants tomorrow he was going to camp.
(Dream) "WAKE UP!" Harry shot up right. He was in a dark room that strangely reminded him of Grimuald. Harry looked up. There standing before him was himself. However this harry looked like he was insane. His hair reminded him of the first time he saw Sirius; his eyes glanced back and forth at everything. " Err hi…" The insane Harry focused his eyes on him. "Hello mommy." Harry stared at him. "Are you okay?" He grinned evilly "Hi my name is Sirius and I am your little voice inside your head." Harry backed away slowly. "Look uh I don't know what you're talking about but could you please leave."
He smirked "No I can't really leave because I am you. There are a few things you should know at the mall I took over part of your brain because when you hit your head it knocked out most of the part called common sense leaving me with more room to occupy. So at the mall I took over a bit and made you get a tattoo, piercing and some daggers." Harry stared at Sirius and was about to yell something along the lines of no I didn't but a bit more colorfully but he here a loud buzzing noise. (End dream. Just a funny thing to bug the hell out of people not to mention I'm insane.)
Harry groaned. What the fuck is that? He randomly started to swat at the noise. Finally he sat up and turned on the lights, he then remembered that he had set the alarm for camp. He let a whoop of joy and turned off his alarm clock. After taking a ten-minute shower he looked at his alarm clock, he had half an hour before the bus came. He checked to make sure he had all his magical supply tucked into the 'special pocket'. He put three bath towels and some other toiletries along with some bug spray and his new ipod.
He looked around his room to make sure he had everything. He heard a soft hoot. Shirt I forgot about Hedwig. Maybe I could send her off to Remus. He grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled a note saying he was going to camp and if he could take care of Hedwig. Shit I forgot I'm not supposed to leave my house for my 'safety'… oh well. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. "Be good for Remus girl"
Harry looked at the clock 5:50 it read. "Ten minutes" Harry grabbed his trunk and brought it of side where he put his motorcycle into the 'Pocket'. "Thank you god for Hermione putting a feather weight charm on my trunk before I left" Harry said happily.
A large black and red bus pulled up onto the street. Was this the right bus harry thought in shock. The bus looked old and had many scratches all over it. It was smelly and there where black curtains covering all the windows.
Harry slowly made his way to the door of the bus. There driving the bus was a tall slender man. He had a clean-shaven face with short buzzed hair. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt that was ripped slightly at the bottom. He wore faded jeans and black cow boy boots. "Yea Harry Potter right." Said the man in a bored American accent. "Yes" Harry replied. The man nodded and pointed to the back of the bus. "Okay your seat is on the third row to the left. I don't want to here a word out of you for the whole trip. The bathrooms are in the back. WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MOVE!" He bellowed so load the train shook.
Harry ran to his seat. Man he sounds a lot like Vernon. Harry pushed his trunk under the seat bellow him. He looked around the bus. So far he was the only on it. He sighed and took out a motorcycle magazine he found under the seat.
About fifteen minutes later the bus pulled up to a small house no shack that looked like a bomb had hit it. Harry stared out the window curiously. A small Spanish boy ran out the door with a large duffel bag at his side. His parents stood at the door with a whip. Harry watched as the olive colored boy talked to the bus driver. He was about 13 years old and had very short dark brown hair. He was around five foot four inches and looked very flexible. He had black eyes that reminded him of a bird of prey. The boy was wearing a black muscle shirt that showed off some small bit of a six pack with. His black shorts and shoes made him blend with the bus and it was hard to see him.
The boy walked over to where Harry was and sat down next to him. "Um… Hi my name is Harry" The boy stared at him with his strange eyes as though he was searching for something. He finally stopped and grunted and turned back to his ipod. Harry sighed and sat back resting his head on the seat and stared to drift to sleep.
Three hours later Harry woke up to the sound of yelling boys. He shot up head up and looked around. The bus was pretty much filled by now with boys ranging from the age of seven to eighteen. The younger kids around the ages of seven to thirteen sat in the first few rows and were kicking apples back and forth to each other. The older kids ranging from fourteen to eighteen were yelling, arm wrestling, looking at porn, or slumping back in their seats.
"Yo lookie here the noob is finally awake," said someone with a heavy Australian accent.. The bus suddenly fell quiet. All eyes where on Harry. He began to squirm. Shit they were talking about me. The Spanish boy stood up and spoke with a heavy Spanish accent "Heyz we are supposed to wait for the boss." He sat back down slowly and drew down his hat. Harry sighed with relief.
"Aww what's wong' widdle Hawkie walkie. To scared that you'll lose your position." He said smirking. Someone towards the back of the bus yelled "Go fuck your self metal head" a few people cheered. The boy named 'metal head looked over his shoulder "Shut up Sparky I'm talking to Hawk." Apparently with all the arguing 'metal head' didn't realize the bus had stopped and three boys got on. Everyone gasped, the younger ones began to go up to the "leader" and looked up at him in awe, while the older ones started whooping.
The man who seemed to be the leader stood slightly in front of the other two. He was a white guy who looked like one of those All-American punks in the movie. He looked about 19 years old and stood about 6 with a firm build. His long white and blue hair reached slightly above his waistline. His eyes were hazel and he had a scar cutting across his cheek. He wore a baggy tank top that said "Rebel" and back knee-length jeans.
The boy to his left looked like his personal bodyguard. He was about the same age as the first. He had a stocky-tall type build standing at about 6 foot 7 inches. Green hair that reached his shoulders covered his dark black face. He wore a red shirt with the words "One in the oven" and an arrow pointing down wards. He wore a pair of gray sweat pants on that where ripped and tattered.
The last one was slightly on the small side standing at 5 foot 7 inches.
He was looking around at the younger kids in disgust. He wore only a black trench coat and a pair of black jeans. A pink mohawk sat on his head along with a small goatee.
The leader walked up to where 'metal head' was still turned around and yelling at 'Sparky'. He gently tapped his shoulder. "Get the fuck a way from me asshole" metal head said without turning around. Everyone stopped whooping and fell silent, all eyes on the group. The leader face flashed with anger. He grabbed 'metal head by the shoulder and yanked him up spinning him around so he was facing him.
"What did you say…" He paused and smirked adding the last word, "Cisslers" (Cissler pronounced Kisslerse). 'Metal head' or 'Cisslers' bushed crimson as ever one on the bus started laughing and began singing "Cisslers is kiss less, never had one kiss on his wish list."
The leader laughed bitterly. "Now, now Cisslers why don't you apologize." Cisslers looked up " I… I'm s-orry, Ta…Taz." He said looking down. 'Taz' looked to the large black guy behind him. "Big Foot do you think he should apologize only to me I mean he insulted Sparky's power and insulted my friend Hawk?" 'Big foot' smiled and nodded. 'Taz looked over to the mohawed one and asked the same question and getting the same response.
After a couple of minutes 'Taz seemed satisfied and went all the way to the back of the bus with his two friends. "You know your lucky Taz didn't notice you or else you would have been on the spot light. Harry looked at the Spanish boy sitting next to him. Harry nodded. "Names Hawk everyone calls me that…even the counselors use ever ones titles." Harry nodded again. "So does everyone have a nickname here."
The boy looked infuriated "here calling it a nickname is an insult, are names are titles." He seemed to calm down and continued "not everyone has one, some people have been here for about two years and still don't have titles, some are lucky and get one right away. Taz usually picks them, he is the boss around here. Remember a nickname is given or chosen and only last for so long, a title is earned and can never be token away." Hawk said.
Sounds bit like two titles I know one good one dark. Well at least I know someone know.
What you guys and girls think? Thank y'all for your reviews and I did not fail my test! Lol
Deigomah
