Hermione immediately leapt to her feet and ran to her mother, excited to tell her all about her plans.

Strapped with their gats, the trio made their way to the escalade, greens, golds, orange, and maroon flashing from their suits as they walked deliberately from the house.

Harry was wearing his pat gold and green pimp suit. His wide brim hat tipped down on his head.

Sirius decided on a multi shade orange suit, his clothing so bright it looked like he was on fire, a silky orange fedora gracing his head.

Remus on the other hand simply wore a maroon jacket over his plain white t-shirt and red tie, with black pants and no hat. Remus seemed almost as though he were a normal businessman, the keys jingling within his hands as they all piled into the Escalade.

The ride took them through the heart of London to district that was known for being run down. Crack addicts and prostitutes wandering the streets, the macabre scene reminding Sirius of an old zombie movie he had seen.

"Look at this shit." Harry spat as they rode deeper into the slums. "This is what the fuck gives us bad names." His brow furrowed in anger. "You run your streets wrong, and you end up with this."

"I hear ya." Sirius replied, his forehead pressed against the window in the back, soaking in the sights before him.

"Look at that fucking shit." Harry exclaimed as his finger pressed against his window, pointing out the homeless men sleeping on the benches at the park. The playground wrecked and covered in graffiti.

"I do not believe we would put up with behavior like that within our territory." Remus sighed as he swerved around a man laying in the street sleeping.

"You bet yo fucking ass I wouldn't put up with this shit. If these muther fuckers think we gonna let dem have more territory they got another god damn thing coming." Harry fumed as he withdrew his weapon from within his shirt, quickly jacking the slide backwards loading a bullet into the chamber.

Sirius simply grinned as he patted where his revolver sat within the folds of his clothing.

"Harry. Do you think violence is how we should…" Before Remus could finish his statement, Harry was rolling the window down and yelling for Remus to slow down.

As Remus complied, Harry hiked himself up out of his seat, resting his ass on the window seal, he held onto the roof with one hand as he drove past a man he recognized.

"Hey fuck head! Remember me?" Harry shouted as he let loose with a bevy of bullets at the man Harry remembered from so long ago.

Goyle was having a particularly good day. He had eaten. Beaten and robbed a homeless man. Fucked his wife. He then fucked his girlfriend, and beat her. Today was a very nice day, thank you very much.

RAT A TAT TAT TAT TAT!

Goyles final breath was short, a young man hanging out the window of an Escalade made sure of that. Screams of "Fuck you muther fucker!" roared over the din of the crack heads hobbling about like chickens with their heads cut off. "Drive Drive Drive!" echoing off the walls of the slums as a young pimp slapped his free hand on the roof of the Cadillac. "Silver Magick what?" Was the last thing Goyle heard, as his soul departed his body, bound for hell.

Remus shook in his seat as Sirius whooped and hollered. "What the hell was that about?" Sirius laughed over his shoulder as he was currently twisted in his seat staring out the back window at the carnage.

"Dat mutha fucka was da bitch who mutha fuckin killed Silver. He was one of dem fuckers!" Harry growled as his eyes burned with a hatred fueled passion. "Mutha fucka faced me here, and now he faces Silver in hell. Gad damn trick ass punk fuck." Harry growled.

Remus was shaking, his entire body racked with tremors. "Harry. You killed that man." He whispered as his hands became cold and clammy, struggling to grip the steering wheel.

"Fuck yes I did." Harry growled as he began reloading the magazine to his weapon. The cold brass casings slipped daintily into the retaining shell, following the gentle movements of his thumb into the well. "Id blast his ass again. If I could." He absolutely seethed with anger.

"Oh god." Remus stuttered, the car swerving slightly as he was racked with another tremor. "You killed him. Just like that."

"Pull it together Remus or I'ma have to bust you too." Harry shouted at him. "Mutha fucka! This is the streets! It ain't no game! What da fuck you be expectin? Roses and mutha fuckin perfume? Huh? People die mutha fucka! Get it togetha or one of us might die next!"

Sirius was silent as Harry shouted, his composure returning to normal, after the excitement of the drive by.

"I know. I just." Remus stuttered as his eyes began to swell with unshed tears. "I never thought I would see the day the song of Lily and James…" He choked before Harry cut him off.

"Im Silver Magicks son dawg. He was the one who raised me. He be my dad." Harry stated in a more subdued voice.

"I know." Remus sniffled a bit before biting his lip and wiping his face with his forearm. "I just didn't want you to be doing these things."

"It'll be alright. What's mo' important is da fact that the fuckhead wanksta who did Silver is chillin in the turf of des nut sucks." Harry put on his game face, single minded concentration etching into his face.

"That means that gang may have been the one who did Silver?" Sirius asked slowly.

"Bingo." Harry replied, an index finger in the air. "Good thing we brought da shotgun."

The Escalade pulled up into the wet yard of what looked to be an abandoned mansion. The opulent old house was rotting, like a tree that had fell victim to a parasite. The inner city of London slowly tore at the beautiful house. Glass was shattered, the door hung lopsidedly, and rain clouds sat in the sky above like watchtowers to the desecration that took place below.

Harry and Remus exited the vehicle, their shoes sinking lightly into the mud that sat below the over grown grass permeating the yard. "Fuck." Harry hissed as he drug his bad leg through the thick paste of dirt, an occasional squelch forming at his feet.

As they made their way to the door, it slowly creeked open, a short Hispanic man with a bald head beckoned them inside. "What up esa (essay)?"

"You know why I am here." Harry replied with a tight smile.

"Andale!" The man screamed while pointing at a young Hispanic woman. "Get da boss bitch!"

Harry shuddered at the treatment of the women and community, this gang was filth in its most refined form. Pure toxic waste.

Luscious Malfoy prepared to open the door to the parlor to greet his guests when a short portly man with rodent like features beckoned him back with a hiss. "Goyle is dead."

"What?" Luscious exclaimed, his eyes filled with shock and rage. "How do you know this Peter?"

"The cops are swarming Dreyer Street, word is he got gunned down by a green suited kid in a Cadillac." Peter Pettigrew nodded sagely.

Luscious stoked his chin for a moment, his black leather glove sending shivers up his spine. "Well. I am far too beautiful to fight these fools. If they want war, let us give it to them. Shall we?" He smirked, his long blonde hair whipping from side to side as he jerked his head about.

"Of course." Peter scowled as he radioed his men to prepare to attack King Magick.

Harry simply stared at the pair of men guarding the door to where he expected their leader to come from. His eyes cold, yet calm, he was ready to put a bullet in the head of that blonde haired fairy if he walked through the door.

Remus stood behind Harry, facing the other 180 degrees of the room that Harry could not cover. Which was lucky for Harry as three men with machine guns had justed kicked the door in from another room and where opening fire.

RATTA TAT TAT

Bullets flew every where as Harry leapt to the floor, drawing his pistol, he permanently leaned back the two guards who stood before him moments before. The explosion of lead and fire that erupted from the barrel of his gun leaving a wave of holes from one man chest, through the door, and into the head of the other man.

Blood sprayed for feet from the wounds of the men who fell first, most of it landing on Harry. "Fuck!" Harry shouted as he deftly ejected the magazine of his weapon, letting it clatter to the floor before yanking an extended magazine out of his underwear, sliding it up into the handle of his weapon. With a slide and a click, he was ready to lay down fire again.

Remus faired not so well. Three rounds impacted with his vest, the 9mm machine gun rounds flattening against the IIIA protection plates housed within the life saving device. He stumbled back as the blunt trauma from the shells cracked his sternum. His body aching, he completely shrugged off any inhibitions of abusing his lupine skills.

Before Remus could propel himself at his attackers, Sirius had ejected himself from his hiding space within the rear cabin of the Escalade. The CHICK CHICK of the shotgun held within his hands precluded the explosive den of the 12-gauge magnum shotgun shell that sprayed a beautiful pattern of blood and bone from the skull of one of the machine gunners.

Over the deafening crescendo of gunfire and screaming, the tune Still Fly by Big Tymers could be heard pouring from within the Escalade. The automatic radio bumping itself up when Sirius had evacuated the car, leaving the thump of bass mixed with the terrifying roar of rifles pock marking the air in an incredible display of gang warfare.

"Number one stunna!" Sirius shouted as he slammed the butt of the shotgun into the face of another thug who had attempted to bum rush him.

Harry meanwhile was emptying several rounds from his weapon into the face of the machine gunner that had taken aim at him. Thanking whatever god above that was watching him when the assailant's mac10 jammed.

Remus was slamming the handle of his hand cannon into the face of the last machine gunner. Repeatedly, the squish of brains and skull punctuated only by his howls, which were only topped by the screams of Sirius.

Sirius was lying on the floor, the shotgun askewed next to him. Obviously hit somewhere. Blood was slowly pooling around him as he thrashed on the floor.

Harry was screaming as he ran over to where Sirius lay, attempting to calm him. His fear quickly replaced with relief as he realized Sirius's wounds were probably not fatal.

"Mutha fucka stabbed me in the ass!" He shouted as he held his hand over the wound in his ass. "God damn fuck tried to shank me, and he stabbed me!" He yelled while pointing at the very much alive form of their final attacker, though his nose was bloodied and several of his teeth were missing from the butt of the shotgun.

Harry stood, realizing that the fight was over and the song Warm it up Kriss by Kriss Kross was blaring from the Escalade outside. The whimpers from the man who had stabbed Sirius mixing with the cussing and smashing sounds coming from Remus.

Ring Ring

Harrys cell phone rang, so he picked it up. "Hello?" Harry inquired as he tried to wipe the blood off his forehead.

"HIIIII!" Hermione squeaked into the phone. "How are you?" She grinned. "Are you at a party?"

"Just chillin." Harry yelled into the phone over the music and yelling from Sirius and the injured assailant.

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you!"

"What!"

"HARRY TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC!"

"HOLD ON!"

"BLAM! BLAM BLAM!"

The sounds of the man screaming were quickly silenced as Harry emptied three rounds into him.

"What was that Harry?" Hermione shouted as her heart leapt into her throat.

"Remus's hoopty was back firing. Sorry baby. I love you. I'll call you when I get the chance." Harry spoke quickly as the sounds of sirens reached his ears, closing his cell phone.

"Let's go." Sirius yelled as Harry and Remus helped drag him out of the house, all of them jumping into the Escalade and swerving out of there as quickly as they could.

AN: I don't own Harry Potter.

I hope you all are enjoying this story. Thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciate it. I saw on a Harry Potter news site, someone said that there is a despicable story about Harry being a pimp. Lol I hope they were talking about me. Thanks all for reviewing and I hope you all like it.