DISCLAIMER! DON'T DO FUCKING DRUGS! THEY ARE BAD FOR YOU! OK? DRUG USE IN THIS CHAPTER! DON'T DO DRUGS! JUST SAY NO! MARIJUANA EFFECTS THE MEMORY!

"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.

"Hey Sirius?" Harry inquired as they rushed towards the hospital, hoping to be able to drop Sirius off for medical treatment.

"Yea?" Sirius choked, his eyes puffy and red as he gripped the stab wound in his ass. "What's up?"

"Got a lighter?" Harry inquired as he rummaged in his pockets; his face and hair caked in blood and gore. "I think I got something in here from Silver that will take the edge off."

"There is one in my glove compartment." Remus interrupted, his composure calm and collected. "I feel a lot better, now that I know we cleaned the streets up a bit." His head bobbing softly to the beat of the music, as he poured what worry he had been carrying off his chest in one single comment.

"Good." Harry replied, for both comments, his rummaging now moving to the glove compartment. "Sorry about yo interior." He grimaced as he pulled the lighter from within the enclosure.

"It's fine. Harry, what is that?" Remus performed a double take as Harry lit the hand rolled cigarette that he had in his mouth, the sweet scent of cannabis wafting through the car as he inhaled deeply then release the smoke in one long breath towards Remus.

"May I?" Sirius inquired as he extended his blood stained hand towards Harry.

"Of course my good ol' bean." Harry snickered as he handed the lighter and cigarette to the greedy hands of Sirius. "Knock your self out. You earned it."

"I don't think…" Remus began before Sirius had blown his smoke on him as well, causing both of them to choke and splutter.

Harry giggled as the car filled with smoke, the cares and worries of earlier fading with each puff of the herb tucked away within the folds of the cigarette. The tune We'll be burning by Sean Paul slowly began to wisp its way out of the speakers and into their ears. The color of the sky shimmering and vibrating to the beat of the bass.

"I am so high…." Remus shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot to the hospital. "I have no idea what is going on."

Sirius laughed heartily before passing the spliff back to Harry. "Come pick me up when I call." He chortled as he hefted himself out of the SUV and began to drag himself inside.

Harry and Remus sped out of there, to keep from being questioned. The less the authorities could place together about their friendship, the better. The buildings looked as though they were swaying with the music, as a small dragon landed on the steering wheel that Remus currently held, its head cocked to the side as it smiled and forgave them for their crimes, real and imaginary.

"Fuck man." Harry sighed as he grabbed the plastic release handle that allowed his seat to lean back to a near horizontal angle. "I can't believe how much shit we did today."

"Me neither Harry." Lupin snickered as he pressed his own nose with his index finger. They had parked the escalade behind one of the hotels that Harry used for his business, knowing full well no one in the neighborhood would bother them. "Poke your nose."

"What?" Harry asked, his head lolling over to look at Remus. "Poke it. Serious. Its far out man."

Harry lifted his index finger to his face, his finger slowly dipping down towards his nose. In slow motion, he felt shockwaves as the digit broke through the force field that had materialized before his face and finally made contact with his nose. "Holy shit." He giggled as they spent the next thirty-five minutes touching their own faces and discussing the universe.

"I'm telling you Harry." Remus implored, "God is a werewolf."

"No way." Harry laughed, as he ate on one of the twenty-seven hamburgers they had purchased from across the street. Extra cheese, no mayo, no that's not blood, plus mustard please.

"Yes way. Look at him. He has to be." Remus grinned lopsidedly as he went on to explain his theory. "See. He is all nice and great, but he has a second face. The mean one, that changes him from the being who gives one man gold, and the other man shit." His head nodding sagely.

"Ever think he was just suffering from mood swings?" Harry inquired, his blood shot eyes sore and heavy, contrasting with the blood still on his clothes, as they sat in the dark, waiting for the heat to clear before they could go home.

"Then he sounds like a bitch. Werewolves are so much cooler." Remus explained with the air of an upper classman explaining awesomeness to a freshman.

"To right." Harry laughed before finishing off his ninth burger. "I'm going to call Hermione." Harry exclaimed as he drew his cell phone from inside his jacket, bloody fingerprints covering the plastic case.

"I do not think that is so wise, oh great pimp master." Lupin laughed as he pointed at the clock in the wood grained dash of the Escalade. "It's three in the morning G."

"I know. I just want to hear her voice. I'm fiending for her man." Harry grinned as he pressed the crotch of his pants down with his left hand.

"I know what you mean." Lupin replied before catching his breath.

"I know. Cynthia right?" Harry began, testing the waters.

"Yes." Lupin replied with confidence in his voice. "I think I love her."

"You sure?" Harry always made sure people had a chance to rethink themselves before committing to a plan of action. "If you be serious, not that you be Sirius, but you be serious, ah fuck, you know what I mean. If you mean it, we can work it out."

Lupin looked up from where he was staring at his hands. "I discussed it with her. She won't do anything without your blessing." He chuckled slightly, remembering how much she loved and spoke so highly of Harry.

"If I ever catch you pimping her, or treating her rotten or being a wankster. I'll kill you. You know that right?" Harry became stern as he laid down the rules that Remus would have to follow for the rest of his life.

"I know Harry." Lupin agreed. "I just want her to be able to relax. She doesn't need this life. She could do better. I know I am not better. I may even be worse, with my condition, but at least I know she will be safe. Do you know what I feel?"

"I feel you. I love Cynthia just as much if not more than you. She saved my life." Harry explained as he retold the story of how he had been found and what transpired between then and now. The soft ticking of the clock that had forbade him from calling Hermione amplified a thousand times over by the sense enhancing affects of the herbs they had smoked, though he could tell the effects were fading.

"Does that mean?" Remus inquired tentatively, his breath held in his chest as Harry had spent the past minute without speaking.

"It means." Harry began slowly. "You get me eighty thousand pounds or thirty thousand and a replacement, and you got yourself a deal." He had decided on those numbers using a fraction of earnings to time left in the business to calculate the dollar worth of his favorite harem lady.

"I do believe I can handle this." Remus felt his stomach flip flop as he realized he had already saved up thirty five thousand. "Thank you so much Harry." He could feel the wet heat forming within his eyes again, as they lay in their seats.

"Hey Remus." Harry whispered slowly, every word spoken like a man about to enter the gates to an unknown world. "Tell me…"

"About your parents?" Remus replied quietly, his voice sad but proud.

"Uhuh." Harry grunted from his seat, his head turned towards his window, the light of the neon sign that cut through the sky announcing a haven for sleep and sex danced in contrast to the emerald green that flowed like pools in his eye sockets.

"You have your mothers eyes and your fathers hair." Remus sighed contentedly as he began to recount tales of life as a Marauder. "We ran that school like you run the streets." He laughed, tears pricked at his eyes, but a swelling of pride and nostalgia rushed through his stomach. Lupin expected he would one day retell stories of his adventures with Harry's parents, but he had always expected them to be there along side him. To share in the laughter and the joy, the uncertainty and pain, it was supposed to be a joint effort. From a team of five, now only two remained. Two dead, one a traitor, it was time Harry learned of a more lighthearted kingdom that he was heir to as well.

Harry listened intently to every word that flowed from Remus' mouth, his mind ablaze with questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask. It took thirty more minutes before Harry finally asked Remus as they drove slowly towards the house, believing they had waited a sufficient amount of time for the fuzz to get off their backs.

"Would they be proud?" Harry whispered, his voice cracking slightly as his true age shined through the rock solid exterior he flaunted on the outside. It felt like eternity as he played with a loose copper stained string that hung loosely from a tear in his suit.

"Of course." Remus smiled. "They wouldn't be proud. They ARE proud Harry. They are watching you…"

"Don't say that." Harry grumbled. "I don't want them to see what I am. I do what I do, because its who I am." He continued to fidget with his hem as he thought of how to continue.

"Harry." Remus began before being cut off again.

"I'm a gangster. A pimp. I ain't the perfect son it sounds like they wanted. I was learning to shoot a pistol instead of learning to ride a bike when I was a kid." He slowly began to pick up steam as he released the torrent of emotions that lay on his back like an avalanche of snow being held back by a lone tree.

Remus simply remained silent as he allowed Harry to rant and ramble.

"I lost my virginity when I was eight. I helped beat my first John when I was seven." Harry poured his heart out, confessing his sins to Remus, a reluctant and equally stained tower of God in an otherwise filthy world.

Remus simply remained silent. Unable to bring himself to mutter a word as he listened to the heinous crimes Harry had committed or bore witness to, even going so far as to confess in heartache of his seduction of Hermione Granger. "She deserves so much better man. She's smart man. Smart like Victoria, but even more so." He stumbled over his words attempting to explain himself. "Look at me, I'm so damn stupid I can't even fucking describe the woman that I am falling in love with. Shit."

Remus could feel the frustration that poured from Harry as he fought to express himself. Sadly he finally spoke. "We are home Harry." The engine to the Escalade finally going silent as Harry to took one last breathe before placing a hand on Remus's shoulder.

"Thanks." Said it all. One simple word that could express so many emotions and phrases at once, thanks spoke volumes when a book couldn't have even began to explain what Harry meant.

"Same for you. So I hope Sirius is ok." Remus grinned as he plucked the remains of the spliff from his ashtray., the attempt to change the subject easily understood by Harry.

"Word. I hope da big dog is ok." Harry agreed. He felt slightly ashamed that he had been ranting and raving earlier, when his friend was in a hospital somewhere suffering.

The Hospital-

"MR.BROWN!" A nurse screamed as she found her body involuntarily going to her tiptoes, as Sirius Black pinched her ass. "I will not stand for this."

"Good. Come lay with me." Sirius laughed as he groped the nurse with his left hand, his right placed over his ass cheek, where a white bandage sat. "OW!" Sirius yelped as the nurse poking his ass with her finger, Sirius unable to roll off of his stomach.

"Serves you right." She attempted to scowl as she used a wet rag to wipe the sweat of Sirius's brow. "May be I need to spank you?" She giggled as she ran the rag down his cheek and back to his neck.

"May be you need to get over here and pull dem pants down and let me lap you up." Sirius offered as his let his hand slowly run it's way up the nurses pants leg.

Back at Hogwarts-

Dumbledore lay in bed, McGonagall pressed against his naked body. "Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall… Ninety nine bottles of beer." He began to sing, as he twiddled his thumbs.

"Albus?" McGonagall inquired sleepily, her head rising to look into his face. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Waiting for seconds." Dumbledore grinned.

"Come here you geriatric wizard. Do you have the philosophers stone in your pants?"

An: I continue to write. Someone asked if I would still have HONKS in here. You know, I ain't so sure now. I may do it as a dream sequence, but no more will it be viable as a ship. Sorry. Just so every one knows, they should be entering their sixth year at Hogwarts now. Thanks for all the reviews folks. I can't wait for more. This is pretty much forsure though, it will be a three parter. I have a really good idea planned out.

About the drug use in this chapter. I do not condone drug use, and have never personally done drugs, so if you have, and the whole marijuana scene seemed "not right" well, im just going by what I read on the internet. Sorry. Kids, don't do drugs. I don't, but I write about them, even Snoop Dog smokes 50 less pot now adays. So don't do drugs. Drugs are bad. They can cause cancer, and make you a big looser.

There is my disclaimer. I also don't own harry potter. God damn I wish I did.