Neville Longbottom let out a cry as he tumbled head first down the stairs. It was fortunate that he had taken many such falls at home, and was able to land without killing himself. He rolled down the stairs until he came to a dead stop at the bottom

Draco Malfoy let out a raucous laugh as he stepped down the stairs after him. Standing tall, decked out in his expensive robes and his sleek blonde hair, he resembled his Death Eater father in miniature. At twelve years old he was already pushing his weight around Hogwarts, bullying all those his age or younger. Even older students had occasionally become involved in his schemes. He was still only a first year.

"Your parents were filthy Aurors, Longbottom." Malfoy said, as he stepped down the stairs. Crabbe and Goyle, giant musclebound thugs that they were, flanking him on either side. "They got what they fuckin' deserved. And today will you will get the same."

Neville struggled to right himself. He struggled to get to his feet, to get away, to escape. But Malfoy bound him with a spell from his wand before he could. The clicking of Malfoy's heels on the stairs felt damning to his ears.

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Longbottom." Malfoy whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "And when he does-"

"I'll send 'im right back."

Malfoy stopped. He let out a deep intake of air. Crabbe and Goyle defensively whirled around, staring back up at the Entrance Hall staircase.

There, standing high above them, on the top of the staircase, stood Harry Potter. His hair was sleeked back, showing off the deep lightning bolt scar on his forehead. His robes were torn in the arms, unable to contain the bulging muscles he had built up over the past year. His brilliant green eyes, which every girl in their year had agreed to be absolutely gorgeous, were narrowed in contempt and suspicion.

"Potter." Malfoy said, as he fingered his wand. "What a pleasant surprise." He tried to keep his voice light and casual as Harry Potter, the boy who had defeated the greatest Dark Wizard who had ever lived at just a year old, descended the stairs towards him.

"Draco." Harry returned. "Back away from him."

Malfoy knew better than to look away from Harry Potter during a confrontation like this. He kept his eyes facing forward. His smile did not hide his fear.

"Sorry." He drawled. "Can't do that Potter. You see, Longbottom here needs to be taught a lesson. About what we do to Blood Traitors. If you know what's good for you-"

"What's good for me?" Harry asked, as he took his first step down the stairs. Crabbe and Goyle instantly shielded Malfoy from him. "What are you going to do, Draco? Go crying to Daddy for help?"

"My Father could have you expelled."

"And what would that accomplish?" Harry snickered. "What, you would set me loose on the streets of London? Wrecking Diagon Alley until I find Voldemort? Come on, Draco… we both know how that's going to end."

He took another series of steps forward. Crabbe and Goyle rushed him. Their overpowering size and strength, the greatest out of all of the first years, were no match for Harry's. He knocked them both aside with a single swipe, sending them tumbling down the stairs, out cold.

Malfoy flinched. A cold sweat was pouring down his face.

"Do you know how we handle things in River City?" Harry asked. He reached out his hands and grabbed Malfoy by the scruff of the neck. He lifted him straight off of his feet and into the air, and shook him a little.

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry did not turn to see Professor McGonagall's shocked face as she stepped out of the Great Hall to see the scene before her.

"Professor!" Malfoy blurted instantly. "Crabbe and Goyle… he just attacked them, there was nothing I could do!"

McGonagall had already raised her wand, but before she could cast a spell Harry pulled Malfoy close into his face.

"Big mistake." He whispered.

He threw Malfoy, and in one smooth motion pulled out his wand. Malfoy flew through the air, far quicker than an ordinary boy could possibly fly, to the Great Hall door. McGonagall, thinking quickly, stopped him in mid-air, and then disarmed Harry with a flick of her wand.

"Mr. Potter!" She shouted, completely beside herself. "Explain yourself this instant!"

Harry smirked, shaking his head.

"Don't have to say anything to you, woman." He said.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall shrieked. "And a detention… Not to mention, a long conversation with the Headmaster!"

Harry gave her a lazy look. "Professor." He said. "If you think you can control me… you're wrong."

McGonagall felt the breath hitch in her throat as Potter turned and walked back up the stairs.

When the moody, aggressive green eyed boy was sitting in front of him, Albus Dumbledore found himself wondering just how it had come to this point.

Harry Potter had been dropped off at the Dursley Resident at Number 4, Privet Drive in River City. A city renowned for its aggressive delinquent culture that had shaped Harry Potter into the boy he was today. A hardened delinquent with a heart of gold.

"Violence." Dumbledore said. "Is never the answer, Harry."

"I never asked you a question." Harry said flatly. Dumbledore sighed. The boy was already becoming quite a headache.

"You did not need to hit those boys." Dumbledore told him. "It was unnecessary, and will only cause further-"

"I didn't start the fight, Professor." Harry told him. "I finished it."

He smirked. "No wonder you couldn't beat Voldemort."

He seemed to take the fact that he had defeated the Dark Lord as a baby in stride, and openly used it as a source of intimidation. It was a feat, an accomplishment that he used to lord over others his own toughness as a delinquent.

"Harry…" Dumbledore began, as Harry got to his feet.

"Draco Malfoy." He said. "Is a cheat and a bully. He's stolen things, gotten other students into trouble, and picks fights he knows he can't win, only to turn around and snitch to the teachers."

"I am aware of Mr. Malfoy's transgressions." Dumbledore said, gravely. "However, that does not excuse your own actions."

Harry leaned in over his desk.

"You would have me sit idly by?" He asked. "You would have me do nothing?"

"I would have you do what is right."

Harry snorted and pulled away. "I should have let Neville get his neck broken, is that it?"

"Harry." Dumbledore said, his voice gentle. "I admire your strength of character, but you must understand there is a time and a place."

"Am I to wait for a teacher to fix all of my problems?" Harry asked. "Or you?"

"Not all of them, certainly." Dumbledore said. "But you must understand your responsibilities as a student."

Harry shook his head. "I understand my place, Professor." He said. "You need to learn to respect that."

He left without being dismissed. Dumbledore remained sitting, wondering just who had been lectured more in this particular conversation.

Harry Potter did not have friends at Hogwarts. He had allies, and he had enemies. He was not yet sure which side of the coin Hermione Granger was on.

"Mr. Potter, you will be partnering with Miss Granger again…"

"Why?" Harry asked bluntly. Ron Weasley, and his friends Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnagan, snickered.

"Because." Snape said, his voice cold. "None of your other classmates want to deal with you."

Ron outright laughed as Harry, begrudgingly, moved his things closer to Hermione.

"Any more of this and I'll cut class." He told her.

"If you do, I'll tell McGonagall." She said immediately. She was a girl, and a relatively well mannered one at that, so Harry had very serious qualms about hitting her whenever she annoyed him. "

"Do my work for me then." Harry yawned, as he reached for a pen and paper. Hermione eyed the parchment shrewdly.

"You've been taking notes?"

"No, this is a letter to Kyoko."

"Who?"

"My girlfriend."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "I thought her name was Misako."

"I'm dating both of them."

Hermione frowned. "That's not very nice."

"Yeah, neither are they." Harry said airily, as he flipped through the letter. "ugh, I miss River City so much. This place is a bore."

"Just drop out then." Hermione snapped, looking peevish.

"And miss my ticket to becoming famous? Please."

"If you want to beat Voldemort so bad, you'll have to take your coursework a lot more seriously." She told him.

"I have you for that." Harry told her. He said so a little bit too loudly, however, as Professor Snape gave him a detention.

"Stupid git." Harry said again, loudly. Snape responded by giving out another detention.

"See Hermione?" Harry said, as they left class together. "With all of these detentions from Snape I can't possibly study. I'm relying on you not to fail Potions. Or Transfiguration. Or Herbology."

"Or you could just not get detentions?" Hermione said acidly.

"I could stop talking to you." Harry offered. "And then you can walk back and forth from classes completely alone."

She didn't like that at all. "You're such a brat."

"Good-bye, Hermione. It was nice knowing you."

He went out of the Castle after dark and had some Firewhiskey by the lake. He sat out by the water, getting progressively more drunk, before deciding it would be funny to go see the Three Headed Dog that guarded the third floor corridor.

He stumbled his way back into the castle, up the stairs, kicked at Mrs. Norris, and found himself outside the door. It was open. He walked inside, and came face to face with Quirrel.

The two stared at each other.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry said smoothly. "What are you doing?"

"N-nothing. P-Potter."

The shawl that was normally wrapped around Quirrel's face was half wrapped around his head. For some reason the back of his head was facing into the room with the Three Headed Dog. He was hiding something. He had never seen Quirrel without his turban before, and suddenly had a strong desire to learn why.

"Professor, why do you wear that Turban?"

Quirrel froze.

"N-no reason, P-Potter…"

Harry reached forward and ripped the shawl off of his head. There was a loud scream.

"KILL HIM!"

Quirrel's hands immediately wrapped around Harry's throat, and he gagged for a little bit before grabbed Quirrel's face. Quirrely screamed as Harry's fingers dug deep into his head, and then he exploded into dust.

Harry stood there stupidly, as a loud, painful shriek filled the air as a ghostly spirit rose up from Quirrel and dashed away.

"I'll get you for this, Potter!"

Harry scratched his cheek.

"I just killed a professor." He said., trying to wrap his mind around the situation.

He shut the door and backtracked to the common room. He went up to his dormitory, fell onto the bed, and fell asleep. By the time he awoke, he had completely forgotten that he had murdered Quirrell at all, and genuinely found himself surprised that the Ministry of Magic had launched an inquiry regarding the disappearance of the teacher.

"So much for failing Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry said brightly, as he and Hermione walked around the lake. "We have that period free for the rest of the semester!"

"Oh, I do hope Professor Quirrell is all right." Hermione said, a little bit anxiously. "He disappeared so suddenly…"

"Maybe Malfoy's father got him." Harry suggested. "He's always threatening teachers over his grades…"

"That's not funny, Harry." Hermione said reproachfully. "That's not funny at all!"

The Philosopher's Stone, or for your American readers who are too stupid to know what that is, the Sorcerer's Stone, went untouched throughout Harry Potter's remaining years at Hogwarts. The stone lay hidden within the Mirror of Erised past a myriad of obstacles for hundreds of years, until long after Hogwarts School was abandoned. Nicholas Flamel is said to have died regretting the fact that no attempt was ever made to seize the stone, calling the entire experience 'boring.'

A/N

This story was originally envisioned as a crossover between River City Girls and Harry Potter, but apparently River City (Or Kunio-Kun) is such a niche thing in the west that it doesn't have a page on . So yeah, it will 'maintain' some River City references and characterization, but it will purely be a story about Harry Potter being a hot blooded young punk.

This didn't come up in the story at all, but Harry is actually good friends with the protagonists of the Kunio-Kun games, Kunio and RIki. But they're muggles and can't attend Hogwarts.

If you haven't already, play River City Girls. It's great.