Meh, I didn't like my first chapter so I decided I'd make a completely new one, along with new title and summary. Just need some help with that...

Chapter 2 – The Minority

Harry gasped for air as he ducked under a bridge. He was so close to getting caught, so close... But yet so far away. Harry Chasing payed off, apparently. The young boy sat, leaning against a brick wall, his blanket wrapped around his small frame. Harry smirked at himself, he could pass as a six year-old who'd wandered too far from his backyard. Yes, that would be his cover story... When he got caught. No, if he got caught. With that hope in mind, he lay down on a piece of old cardboard, snuggled up tight in his baby blanket, succumbing to the sweet darkness of sleep.

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Within a few hours, Harry was jolted awake by an engine revving up. His eyes peeped out from the safety of his blanket, looking curiously at what had woken him up. He saw three figures in the morning light moving around what seemed to be two motorcycles. One of the figures was clearly a teenage boy, his broad shoulders stiff and square. Harry squinted into the darkness, noticing a girl beside another boy. They were kissing each other fiercely, hands roaming all over the other's body. The first boy seemed to stiffen even more as the boy moaned. Harry quickly covered his eyes as the other two people went farther, his nose twitching.

'No, no, no! Not now! Please not now!' he thought, bringing his hand up to his nose to try and muffle it, but the attempt was futile. For such a small body, he could really pack a sneeze. It echoed throughout the small enclosed area. The three figures froze and looked in his direction and pushed the second boy toward Harry's small nest of cardboard and his blanket.

"Hello? S'anybody there? Guys, I really don't th-" The boy's American- or was it Canadian? - accented voiced echoed just as Harry's sneeze had.

At this point Harry had stuck out his whole head from his makeshift bed, interrupting the teen entirely. He looked at the young man calculatingly, taking in his attire. The boy had short spiked black hair, the tips dyed an electric blue and he had a few piercings scattered about his head. Five in is left ear, two in his right, and a nose stud. He wore tight, black pants, which looked to be made for girls and a worn, red shirt that peeked out from under his form fitting, black hoodie at various odd places. The teen looked around six feet, towering above Harry like one of the tress in the school yard. He seemed familiar...

Harry backed against the wall even more, if that was even possible. He stumbled to stand, clutching his old teddy bear close to him. The strangers seemed menacing, but... Harry felt he could trust them, as if they were old friends. But, one could never be too cautious. He looked at the taller male skeptically, wishing that he were back at the Dursley's house, making breakfast. At least there he knew he couldn't trust them.

"Er- I – a – Uh, yeah. Fuck. Sorry, kid... Didn't see you there... Gods, kid, are you alright? Someone as old as you shouldn't be out here. Alone. Where anyone could kill you! I have a kid around your age, I know what its like to not know where your kid is. I bet your parents are worried sick..." The stranger rambled, Harry's vision of him murdering him vanished in a flurry of words.

"M- my parents are dead." Harry stuttered, stopping the boy's rambling.

They lapsed into silence.

"Eh, the names James aka Jimmy aka James Stephen Brinn. S'yours?" The stranger said, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry's confidence had come back, somewhat.

Jimmy's hand rose-

Harry's already too-big-for-his-face eyes widened, he flinch and stood his ground, expecting a hit.

-and went through his hair.

"Harry Potter, eh? You're just the kid we were looking for, but first..." Jimmy motioned for the girl and the boy to come forward, "You look pretty banged up, you think you'd let my girl here to help you a bit?"

Harry nodded slowly, he had forgotten all about his injuries. The eight year-old boy carefully shifted his bear to his good arm and sat down when the girl asked.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm Leatrix Brinnworthy aka Leah, and I will be your doctor for this morning. Maybe more, maybe less. Now, tell me where it hurts!" Leah introduced herself in a fake British accent. She had dirty blonde hair that was streaked in black, and many piercings on her ears. The young woman was around five foot six and she wore a black denim mini-skirt with a dark green trench coat that looked like it would fit Jimmy.

The small boy answered with a giggle and a shy grin as he pointed out his shoulder and ribs.

"Alrighty then! I'm gonna set your shoulder first, okay? It'll hurt only for a second."

She then ran back to the motorcycles and brought back a small black bag that had a red x on it. Leah told the other teen, whom Harry later discovered was named Sebastian, to support Harry's small body and promptly set the arm in place. She wrapped a bandage around his shoulder and placed it in a sling. The girl instructed Harry to lift his shirt and gently rubbed some type of lotion on his torso then wrapped it in a badage.

"There ya go. All fixed. Now, I must prescribe a week of complete rest, so I suggest you come with us instead of going back to that horrid hellhole that your 'family' lives in. Don't you worry your ass off, kid. We'll look after you."

Harry cocked his head and pondered for a second then nodded.

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Jimmy smiled and ruffled Harry's hair, walking back to his bike and sitting on it as the others helped Harry. His faced re-arranged into a triumphant smirk. He lifted his arm, as if to see what the time was, ad pushed a small button on his watch. A holographic screen came up, a beautiful black-haired beauty that looked tired and war worn answered on the other line.

"Mistress Lilithia, we have the boy..."

TBC

A/N: Lilithia is derived from Lilith which means 'Of the night.' Review if you want more, and please. NO FLAMES.

Thanks for reading. Sorry if it was a bit bland.