Disclaimer: See First Chapter

A/N: Yes I know it's been over a month since I've updated and I left you all hanging but I'm having serious writers block at the moment which has prevented this chapter from popping up sooner.

. So far this story has shown that while living on the streets isn't the best, it looks quite fun, this chapter is gonna flashback to memories of Bolt's bad experiences on the street. I'm also trying to explain that while Bolt looks like a 2D character, he has a lot of emotional turmoil that he buries.

Thanks to all Reviewers. I LOVE YOU GUYS! (As friends of course:P )

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Chapter 17

Ron caught Bolt and slammed him into the floor. Bolt thought that Ron was either stupid or wanted a death wish. Either way he was going down.

Ron's fist knocked his face and Bolt suddenly jumped up, throwing Ron on his back. Bolt knew that a person was most vulnerable on their backs. He kicked Ron swiftly in the side and grabbed him by his hair and swung him into the wall.

"STOP IT!" A red headed girl ran over to Ron as he groaned.

"Do you want a death wish or are you just a stupid fuck?" Bolt asked. He was a street kid. Street kids were known for violent behaviour. As Bolt had been one all his life he was well aware how to kick someone's ass even if they were five times the size of him.

Ron had stood up and he looked angry. "You think you're so good don't you Potter? Honestly you think just because you're the boy-who-lived you can do anything? Just because you're so great have had a great life"

"I lived on the streets you fucken moron! That's not a great life! And by the way, your sister is some hot stuff!" Bolt laughed.

Ron ran towards Bolt but he was ready this time. He punched Ron straight it the nose. Bolt knew very well that he'd broken it and decided that Ron needed to get over himself. Bolt grabbed a handful of his hair and punched him in the jaw numerous times until a voice rang out through the hall.

"Impedimenta!"

Bolt was thrown back and then saw who had cursed him. Sirius.

"What the hell? Why did you do that?" Bolt demanded.

"Are you alright?" He was asking Ron. Bolt jumped up and brushed himself off. It was no big deal. He didn't want to talk to his god daddy at this particular moment. He headed back for the common room and wasn't bothered by anyone along the way which surprised him.

He slumped down into his favourite chair and looked at his knuckles. They were bloody and bruised. He soon felt and impact of what he'd done and he felt dirty. While Ron had attacked him Bolt should have just defended himself instead of just bashing the crap out of him.

"You're just like them" He could hear Blondie saying.

He buried his head in his hand and a very painful memory he tried to repress came to surface.

He was seven and in a back alley of London.

"Hey kid you wanna steal from my dad?" A large boy of sixteen snarled.

"Fuck you" Bolt snarled back.

"Oh bad manners! We should teach him some." The other boy remarked.

Bolt was shoved face first into the cold cement of the alley. He felt someone kick him sharply in the side.

"Not so tough are you now kid!" One laughed. This continued until Bolt passed out, or at least that's what he assumed. He woke hours later absolutely naked with the two guys laughing at him…

"Harry?" Remus's voice blasted him out of his memories.

"I'm a fuck. I am such a fuck! Is Ron gonna be okay?" Bolt asked.

Remus blinked in surprise. "Yes it's easy to heal things with magic."

"Where is he then? Can I talk to him?" Bolt asked almost worried.

"He's in the hospital wing. Why do you want to talk to him?"

"I wanna apologize. I was such an ass!" Bolt said.

"Oh…alright" he didn't know what Bolt was up to but he had a feeling that it wasn't something he would regret doing.

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Hermione had been in the Hospital Wing when they had brought Ron in. She'd been cursed by Malfoy as a joke a few hours earlier and was recovering. Ron had been healed quite easily but was just resting.

He was in the bed next to her but the curtains had been pulled around the bed. She soon heard someone talking.

"Look I'm really sorry. I should have just defended myself; I should have known you wouldn't be very good at fighting. I'm a fucken idiot so are we cool?" She recognised the voice of Harry Potter aka Bolt.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have attacked you. But yeah we're cool." Ron replied.

"Hey and I'm sorry about replacing you as seeker. I'll quit if you want."

"Hell no! You're much better than me. I mean you caught the snitch naked and you only learnt to fly a few days ago." Ron replied.

"Thanks do you think I should make it a regular thing that I play naked?" Bolt asked.

Ron laughed. "Nah mate I think you should stick with your clothes"

Bolt laughed with him. "Oh and just cuz we're cool doesn't mean I'm sleeping in the dorms with you guys"

"Alright. So does this mean we're friends?"

"Yeah I guess it does. Nothing like a fist fight to strengthen a relationship." Bolt joked.

"I agreed." Ron laughed.

Hermione smiled as she heard this. Maybe she'd misjudged Bolt.

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Bolt was in the Library trying to transfigure a goblet into a frog. It wasn't working.

"Stupid fucken thing" He mumbled as he waved his wand and tried again.

"I give up." Bolt said exasperated.

"It takes time. Transfiguration is one of the hardest forms of magic" Hermione spoke from behind him.

"I don't know how I am gonna cope next year." Bolt shook his head.

"I heard you with Ron" Hermione said.

Bolt raised his eyebrows. "And?"

"And I think there is a lot more to you than you let off." She replied.

Bolt smiled. "Think you can help me with this?" He held up his goblet that was slimly and green.

She smiled. "Of course. Only I hope this time that you'll use it for good instead of pranking Professor Snape."

He laughed. "I think I'll lay low for a while then come up with a enormous prank. What do you think?"

She shook her head. "I think you should just concentrate on your schooling."

"Okay, Okay" He held up his hands in defeat. "So how to you turn this thing into a frog?"

"Well you're getting there. See how it's green and slimly? That means it's starting to work. You just need to keep trying."

"Yeah but that McGonagall broad can do it so easy" Bolt said.

"That's because she's a professor. You'll get it soon." Hermione reassured him.

"I feel so stupid though. I gonna go into fourth year and look like a complete idiot."

"You're already a complete idiot" Hermione joked.

Bolt looked hurt. "Ouch that hurt. Sweetie."

Hermione shook her head but she had a smile on her face nevertheless.

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"I saw you with Hermione today" Sirius said as they sat in his office.

"Really?" Bolt asked.

"Yes and Remus told me about you apologizing to Ron." Sirius continued.

"And?"

"I'm very proud of you." Sirius said.

Bolt looked surprised. "Really?"

"Absolutely. It takes a big man to admit he is wrong." Sirius said.

"It was wrong. I should have just defended myself. I mean after what happened to me…" Bolt trailed off.

"What happened to you?" Sirius asked.

"I don't want to talk about it" Bolt snapped.

"You can tell me."

Bolt shook his head. "No it's…forget it!"

Sirius seemed to notice that Bolt was being very defensive. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone."

Bolt hesitated. Then he began to speak. "When I was seven, I stole some sausages from this butcher. Then his sons came after me and began to hit me. They were like ten years older than me and they beat me until I was unconscious. When I woke up I was naked…and they were there and…." Bolt had begun to shake uncontrollably.

"Oh God." Sirius breathed.

"I never told anyone that" Bolt whispered and then snapped back into his normal mode. "And if you tell anyone I'll bloody well kill you!"

Sirius nodded and walked over and threw his arms around his godson. "I'm so sorry I never thought that—"

Bolt shook his head. "It's cool. I'm so over it anyway."

Sirius looked at him. "Is that why you're shaking?"

"Hey just shut up okay? Everyone has bad experiences when you live on the street. Blondie had it much worse than me. She was abused by her father you know? Her own flesh and blood. It's absolutely disgusting. I was lucky I never saw the guys again. She had to face him everyday afterwards. How messed up is that?" Bolt said.

"It's still traumatic"

Bolt shrugged. "When you're on the street you have no time to be traumatised. You have to keep going otherwise you don't survive."

Sirius sighed. "I wished you hadn't grown up like that. It's my entire fault, I was so stupid."

"What you gonna do about it? I say live in the future, not the past." Bolt exclaimed.

Sirius smiled. "That's very true."

Bolt nodded. "So are we gonna keep studying or do I get the night off for having shared a 'traumatising event'?"

"You can go now. I think we've done enough anyway."

Bolt nodded and rushed out of the office. He couldn't believe he'd just told him that. He'd never even told Blondie or Zazza that!

As he walked back to the common room he couldn't help thinking what it would have been like if Sirius had raised him. Would he be like this or would he be a wussy boy?

He shook his head. He should take his own advice. Live in the future. Not the past.

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Okay who was expecting that? I said at the beginning that there would be mention of rape. Anyway it gave you a little insight on Bolt's soul and that's he's not what everyone thinks he is.