Disclaimer: See First Chapter
A/N: I'll warn you all that this chapter contains underage drinking (guess who?) and an angry Sirius. ENJOY!
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Chapter 10-
It was a bar in the slums of London where Bolt was treated to many drinks.
"Are you up for another round Bolt?" Zazza slurred.
"HELL YES!" Bolt screamed.
"Another round for me and my friends" Zazza yelled.
The shot glasses were placed in front of them and they had a competition of who could drink it the fastest without their hands.
"This is the best night ever" Blondie screeched.
They were loud and very drunk. And soon were kicked out of the bar.
"STUPID FUCKERS!" Bolt yelled as the three of them stumbled up the street.
A car pulled passed them and they were honked at. "HI! HOW YA GOING!" Blondie waved.
"This is the best night ever" Bolt repeat what Blondie had said.
"This is the life, with my two best friends and getting drunk as hell." Zazza announced.
As they stumbled back to the house they had no idea that a very angry wizard was waiting for them.
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Sirius heard them from a mile away. Though he didn't realize at the time that it was Bolt.
"HEY LOOK!" Zazza pointed when he saw Sirius. "It's that guy who thinks he's your god daddy"
"HEY YEAH!" Bolt slurred. "He's a wizard too. And that other guy is a werewolf"
Sirius marched forward and grabbed Bolt by the shoulders.
"You're coming with me" He growled.
"Where's the werewolf?" Bolt asked, as he wobbled from side to side.
Sirius was extremely angry and didn't answer. He just led Bolt away back to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hey you walking to fast" Bolt slurred.
Sirius ignored him and pushed him along. He also ignored the disapproving looks he got from pushing a drunken teenager down the street.
"Where are we going?" Bolt asked.
Sirius continued to lead him through the street until he came to The Leaky Cauldron.
"Get in" Sirius shoved him in.
The whole pub had gone quite and everyone was looking at him and Sirius.
"Ah good you found him" Cornelius Fudge walked over.
Bolt blinked and squinted at him while rocking from side to side.
"Harry, you're proving to be a lot of trouble and I think that if we just" Fudge didn't finish his sentence. As Bolt had just vomited all over his shoes.
"Sorry I have to get Harry home" Sirius quickly pushed Bolt over to the fireplaces.
"Sorry Cake, I'm not feeling too good" Bolt waved as he disappeared in a blast of flames.
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Bolt woke up the next day with a killer of a headache. "Fuck, what happened?"
"You got drunk with your friends and then threw up all over the minister of magic's shoes" Remus replied.
"Wow, I had a good night" Bolt stretched and yawned.
"Do you know how embarrassing it was?" Sirius asked clearly still angry.
"It feels like someone ran over my head with a truck" Bolt groaned.
Bolt looked around and realized he was back in Remus's house and had slept on the couch. Sirius was sitting in the threadbare recliner across the room with a foul look on his face. Remus had appeared next to him with a glass of brown gunk.
"What the fuck is that?" Bolt asked.
"It's something that will cure your hangover" Remus pushed it towards him.
Bolt shrugged and guzzled it down. It was weird but whatever it was made him feel heaps better.
"Now Harry, you've got to stop this" Remus started "We will make you a deal, you can see your friends once a week if you don't run away"
"What do I do for the rest of the week?" Bolt asked.
"We teach you how to read and get you caught up with your magic" Remus explained.
Bolt considered this. He always wanted to know how to read and learning magic would be interesting too. But he wasn't going to show them this instead he shrugged. "Make it I see them every Friday and I stay the night with them"
Remus smiled and said "That's fine. Do we have a deal then?" He held out his hand.
"Deal" Bolt shook it.
"Well then" Remus clapped his hands together. "We need to go to Diagon Alley then. To get you a wand and some books. Sirius do you want to take him?"
Sirius got up from the chair and murmured "Come with me"
Bolt looked at Remus who answered his unasked question. "I have to go to the ministry of magic and ask for permission for you to do magic outside Hogwarts"
"Do you trust him with me? Because he looks like he wants to kill me" Bolt said.
Remus chuckled "He'll be alright"
Bolt got up and went to the fireplace where Sirius was waiting with his arms crossed.
"I know how this works" Bolt snatched the powder and yelled "Diagon Alley!"
Sirius followed him and just before he disappeared Remus told him "give him a chance Sirius"
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(A/N: I was going to end it here but I know how you all hate short chapters so I continued)
Diagon Alley could only be described in two words by Bolt.
Fucken Awesome.
And when he saw his vault he continued to be amazed.
"HOLY SHIT!" Bolt yelled. He'd never seen so much money in his life. "Is that all mine?"
"Yes it's all yours" Sirius grumbled.
"So I can spend that however I want?" Bolt asked excitedly.
"You can take some out now but don't spend it all" Sirius told him.
Bolt didn't care. He scooped tons of gold into his bag and began thinking of what he could buy.
"I should buy a car or maybe a motorbike. Yeah a motorbike would be cool." Bolt announced as they rode the car to Sirius's vault.
"I have a motorbike. It's a flying motorbike" Sirius replied.
"No way! Can I have it? I'll pay you" Bolt held out his bag of money.
"Hagrid still has it; I gave it to him the night" Sirius voice faltered.
"The night when what?" Bolt asked.
Sirius sucked in air between his teeth "The night your parents were killed"
They sat in an awkward silence for a while until Bolt saw the wand shop.
"So can I kill people with my wand?" Bolt asked as they made their way over to it.
"Yes but you get sent to Azkaban for doing it" Sirius told him.
"I can handle prison" Bolt said confidently.
"Azkaban isn't like a muggle prison, there are Dementors and" Sirius's eyes had gone hollow and he was gripping Bolt's arm tight.
"Okay, I get it!" Bolt yelled. "Let go of me"
Sirius had only just seemed to realize what he was doing and let go.
Ollivanders was smelly and full of boxes.
"Nice place" Bolt remarked.
"You think so?" Both Sirius and Bolt jumped.
Mr. Ollivander had appeared. "Harry Potter. You should have received you wand awhile ago but it doesn't matter. Which hand is your wand hand?"
"My what?" Bolt looked confused.
"Which hand would you hold your wand in?" He asked.
"Er....my left will do" Someone had told Bolt that there weren't very many left hand people so he decided to be different.
The tape measure began to measure him whilst Mr. Ollivander got out a box.
"Try this" He gave it to Bolt but quickly snatched it back.
"No, no, no. Ah yes. Try this one" He passed another to Bolt but once again snatched it away.
This continued for a while then he was given another wand and it felt warm under his fingertips. He waved it and sparks flew out the end.
"Oh yeah. Go me!" Bolt did a little dance waving the wand over his head which shot sparks everywhere.
"Curious" Mr. Ollivander whispered.
"What's curious?" Sirius piped up finally.
"Holly Phoenix Feather, eleven inches" He said. "It is curious that you should be destined for this wand since its brother gave you that scar"
"Harry's wand core is the same as Voldemorts?" Sirius was more interested in this than Bolt who was continuing to shot sparks across the room.
Mr. Ollivander gasped at Sirius's question.
"Please don't say his name in my store"
Sirius got up and grabbed Bolt and led him out of the store.
"What was that all about?" Bolt asked.
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It was a bit longer and I'm getting over my writers block. Which prevented this chapter for a little while. I hope you enjoyed it.