Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or anything from the Lost Boys…but I really wish that I did.
A/N: This is going to be an interesting ride. Harry Potter will never be the same again after this fic. Keep in mind this will be a long process. Since it is a crossover- there will be some strange OOC moments. I will try to keep the characters close, but given the nature of both bodies of work, sometimes one character quality will be chosen over another for ease in storytelling. I hope that you all enjoy it! Some elements are Post- HBP.
Moonlight falls softly over the surf. The surface of the water seems to ripple with the mystery caused by the light of the moon. Almost imperceptibly, the sound of the surf is overshadowed by the sounds of the boardwalk. Arcades. Roller-coasters. A Ferris wheel brightly lit- tilting towards the midnight sky.
A carousel spun around merrily. The bright colors and flashing lights giving a friendly glow to the boardwalk; hiding the darkness that hunted it. Young children, as well as adolescents occupy the many horses and benches of the carousel. A tough group of street punks lounged around a few benches on the carousel, waiting for their next chance for trouble.
Before the inhabitants of the carousel knew what was happening, one of the most feared gangs in Santa Carla, the Lost Boys, entered the house of the carousel. All eyes turned in their direction. Even the air can sense the difference between the usual inhabitants and the small band of four young men. Their dress, while different, separates them from the rest; wild, yet somehow menacing. Their very names seem to whisper in the wind, Draco, Vincent, Marco, Victor. The others quietly allowed one boy, Draco, to pass in front of the others, acknowledging their chosen king.
The supposed head of the street punks, sprawled across his girlfriend, tries to ignore the arrival of The Lost Boys. He cannot bring himself to feel happy about the arrival of the other gang. The rumor had it that anyone who messed with the Lost Boys would never been seen again, but the head street punk could hardly dare to back down. It would circumvent his authority. Sensing the other alpha-male draw close, he knew that she could not ignore them for long. Before he remotely has an inkling as to what is about to happen, his girlfriend begins staring lustfully at Draco.
Draco smiles at her with an all-knowing smile, not flirting, simply presenting the chivalry of a by-gone age. The head of the street punks scowls and purposefully sticks out his leg, tripping Victor. The fight is on. The Lost Boys grab the street punks, Draco silently allows the head street punk grab him around the neck- almost as if waiting for something. The rest of the boys play with the street punks, letting them think that they might have a chance to win, but before they have a chance to cause some true damage, a security guard wearing a rumpled uniform seemingly comes out of nowhere. A classic wanna-be cop, he thinks that he is a real tough guy. He walked up to Draco and the head street punk.
"I thought I told you to stay off the boardwalk." The security guard barked. His demeanor, while trying to seem menacing, comes off as slightly ridiculous.
For a moment, Draco and the guard glare into one another's eyes, neither wanting to give ground. Suddenly, Draco smiles.
"Alright, boys. Let's go." The boys follow Draco away from the security guard. They glance back towards the street punks, sending glares that seem to read that they will get their chance another day. The boys smirk as they walk away when they see the guard turn towards the street punks.
"You too, get off the boardwalk."
The punks grumble as they leave. This is just what they need, banished from their own territory. As far as they are concerned, one day soon that security guard will go down.
Later, after the boardwalk has been shut down for the night, the guard slowly makes his way to his car. The night seems darker than usual. The guard looks around, almost as if he is afraid of his own shadow. Silently, he wishes that he wasn't always the last to leave. His car always the last one left in the parking lot.
The guard goes out of his way to walk calmly across the parking lot, trying not to sense the danger that his instincts keep trying to tell him about. Somewhere, high above, a danger waits; a darkness soaring above the skies; watching; waiting for the perfect moment. In amusement, a creature screeches. Whispers seem to fill the sky above.
The security guard freezes for a moment. This is not happening. He feels the danger tickle the back of his neck. He looks up, trying to find the source of the voices. The security guard looks up, having heard the voices. When he sees what is stalking the night sky, he panics and breaks into a dead run towards his car. Unfortunately, his not so young form slows him down. Before he can open the door, a force from above moves swiftly and snatches him from the ground. His cry is stifled into silence; his car standing alone, waiting to take him home.
Harry quietly stared out of the window of the American car he was currently riding in. It was nice to be away from England. Everything was so different here. He no longer had memories staring him in the face from every direction. It was time for a new beginning. Voldemort was gone…for good. After Dumbledore's death, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had combed ever inch of the continent. It took them about half a year, but they were finally able to locate the rest of the horcruxes. Ironically, the final horcrux had been his blasted scar. Leave it to Hermione to find the ancient spell that ripped the horcrux from his body, granted, it had almost killed him, but it had been worth it.
So many had lost their lives in the battle. Arthur Weasley had died defending his wife against Lucius Malfoy. After Arthur fell dead as a result of the killing curse, Mrs. Weasley had slain Malfoy, bashing him in the head with a beater's club that had somehow fallen at her feet. Mrs. Weasley had been different after that. She was somehow sad and stoic. Gone was the jolly woman who had never let life get her down.
Of all that had come up missing or lost their lives, two very important figures had not been seen since the night that Dumbledore died, Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. And even more ironic, the both of them had been cleared of the charges of Dumbledore's death. Once everyone had calmed down, Professor McGonagall had thought to ask Dumbledore's portrait what had happened. Apparently, Dumbledore had planned for Severus to kill him all along. It was the only way to get Voldemort thinking that the tides had turned, giving Harry enough time to find all the horcruxes before Voldemort came after him.
No one knew where Snape and Draco had ended up. Some thought that they might be hiding in Asia. Gringott's wasn't happy. Once Snape and Malfoy Jr. had been cleared of all charges, they were given their estates back, but since their disappearance, neither party had come to claim their bank keys. Not a trace of them seemed to remain. For awhile, the ministry of magic sent a few aurors to Asia to try to find them, but they always came back empty handed. The only information was that the last time anyone had seen figures resembling either one of them was on a muggle train headed towards the orient. It was almost as if they had vanished from the face of the earth.
Still, Harry found it rather amusing to think that the man who had killed Dumbledore had been the one to inadvertently help him to kill Old Moldy. If it hadn't been for Snape's potions book and all the odd little spells contained within it, Harry himself would have come close to dying. It had been one of those spells that finally succeeded in killing Voldemort.
As soon as Harry had been released from St. Mungo's after the war, Mrs. Weasley had told him that in no uncertain terms that he was coming to live with them. She didn't give him a chance to decline. She had lost too much of her family. Ginny died fighting against Nott, hit in the back with the killing curse by Bellatrix Lestrange. Percy had died, ironically killed by Nymphadora Tonks, who discovered the dark mark burning brightly on his left arm. Charlie and Bill were alright. The twins had recuperated and had run off to Australia, muttering something about wanting to bring a live Kangaroo back to England. But for Mrs. Weasley, England now bore too many bad memories for her. Ron seemed to be taking it all the hardest. He seemed to have reverted to some sort of strange childlike state. Mrs. Weasley hoped that he would snap out of it. According to Mrs. Weasley, Harry had become another son, and before they left England, although he was of wizarding age, he had let her adopt him officially. It seemed to make her happy and give her a sense of peace, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was nice to finally have a family, even though by this time they were all a bit broken. He did, however, keep his name.
Ron was sitting beside him, happy, acting like a kid in a candy store. Coming to America was the best thing in the world to Ron. Even though by now he realized that cowboys did not exist all over America, he still found the wide open spaces completely fascinating. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Weasley's father, they would have had no where to go. After he had learned of the death of Arthur, he had demanded at once that Molly bring herself and the any of the kids who wanted to. He had been living in America for some time, and Molly had thought it would be good for all of them to get out of England for awhile. Her mother sadly had passed decades before.
Sometimes, it was hard for Harry to think that he may never see England again. But somewhere, lurking in the recesses of his mind, he hoped to see Snape again. If for anything, to ask him why he had to kill Dumbledore. Harry was sure that everything could have happened in a different way. He knew that death was a part of war, but it just wasn't fair that they all had lost so much.
Suddenly, a large fluffy dog bounded into Harry's lap, dragging him away from his thoughts.
"Call off Nanook, Ron!"
Ron laughed, and petted the fuzzy dog. "Nanook, get over here!" The dog seemed to grin as it lumbered back to Ron.
The dog was the first thing Ron had seen when he stepped foot in America. The poor thing had been digging through a rubbish bin in the street, and after a lot of persuasion, Mrs. Weasley let him keep it. Ron had surprised Harry by naming the dog after a dog in a muggle book, of course things were different now. Ron seemed to shut himself off from everyone, spending hours reading. Hermione had come to visit often, and perhaps the book had been something that Hermione had leant Ron. Harry hoped that Hermione would stick to her word and come to visit as soon as she could, it was hard to leave so many people behind.
Harry shook his head. Mrs. Weasley turned on the radio…unfortunately, it was something that neither he, nor Ron could stand.
"Keep going." Ron groaned.
"Hey, I liked that song, Ron!" Mrs. Weasley laughed.
Mrs. Weasley turned to another station. Somehow, this song was worse than the last.
"Keep going." Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
Again, Mrs. Weasley changed the station, finding something that resembled one of Mrs. Weasley's favorite singers.
"Keep going." Ron and Harry said in unison, laughing.
"Wait! Wait! That sounds like something that me and your father used to dance to."
Harry and Ron turned to each other, and after a moment, they groaned in unison.
"I know, I know. Keep going." Mrs. Weasley laughed.
Mrs. Weasley once again turned the dial. A song similar to the Weird Sisters burst forth into the car.
Mrs. Weasley suddenly plastered a big smile on her face. She looked around the scenery and seemed to suddenly become the woman that Harry remembered. "We're almost there."
Ron began wrinkling his nose. "What's that smell?"
"Oh, Ron. That's the ocean air." said Mrs. Weasley, smiling.
"It smells like someone just died."
Mrs. Weasley suddenly turned on her no nonsense voice and glared at the both of them through her rearview mirror. "Look, boys, I know that the last year hasn't been easy. But I think you are really going to like living in Santa Carla."
The boys grew quiet as they headed into town. Off to the side, Harry noticed a large billboard which read "WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA." As they passed, only Harry noticed that painted on the back of the sign was a statement written not unlike the welcome on the front of the sign. It read: "The Murder Capital of the World."