Disclaimer: Duh. I'm not J.. Never will be.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for not updating for so long, but I'm working on my first real book as well as writing fanfiction so I've been kind of busy. Anyway, I know that every author asks for review for every chapter (I don't want a review for every chapter, I just want one when you get to the end of all the chapters I've put up, thats not much guys) and no one wants to stop reading a good fanfic to send a review but I checked my 'traffic' tab and 'The Street Kid' has had over five hundred hits. Now that may not be much to all you brilliant authors who may or may not be reading this, but if half the amount of people who read my story reviewed, my two gigabyte email storage would fill up fast. Anyway, thanks to those of you who reviewed. Seeing 'Review Alert' showing up as the subject to so many emails really brightened my day. Now, the story;

Last time: 'Small children are so easily amused.' David whispered.

Wow. Harry had never seen anyone do thatproperly. When his Aunt Petunia tried to raise one eyebrow, she'd ended up with both raised and and scrunched up, looking like she was constipated. Then Harry realised he was still gaping at Johnny. And Beth and David were still laughing. Harry flushed. Focus Harry focus, he thought, there was something else, something important...oh yeah, how Johnny knew he was five.

'Johnny, how did you know I was five?' Johnny looked surprised.

'I didn't,' Harry frowned, 'I guessed, I didn't really know,' Johnny elaborated. 'By the way, why did your relatives call you a freak?'

Harry froze. Could he tell Johnny, who was practically a stranger to him, why he had been called 'freak' rather than something along the more conventional and popular lines of 'bastard' and 'son of a bitch'. Could he tell him? The answer, yes, most definitely. He may not know Johnny well but there was something about him that made you want to trust him.

'I can do stuff.'

'What kind of stuff Harry?'

'Freaky stuff,' Harry may have trusted Johnny enough to give him the information but he had never told anyone about his abilities. It was difficult for him.

'Can you tell me more?' Johnny was confused. 'Freaky stuff'. What was 'freaky stuff'. He was dismayed when Harry shook his head.

'But I can show you,' (A/N: who recognizes this bit, you know from the Chamber of Secrets, Harry's first conversation with Tom Riddle's diary, sorry, couldn't resist) Harry looked hopeful and scared at the same time. A combination achievable only by a five year old.

'Go ahead,' Harry raised hand and pointed toward a cup of water on the table in the far corner of the tiny room. Johnny turned to the cup, his eyes widening as the cup began to rise off the table and hover in midair, before floating towards him and stopping at arms' length away from him. He took it out of the air and took a moment to compose himself. When Harry had said 'freaky stuff' he had not been expecting this. This was freaky, but not a terrible-horrific-secret kind of freaky, this was,

'Wicked.' Whatever Harry had expected as a response to him using his abilities, it was not praise. He unconsiously scrunched up his nose in confusion, another task accomplishable only by a five year old. Beth smiled, inspite of her life on the streets with two boys and a dagger, the little boy in front of her brought out the girly side of her. The side that went 'aww' at all things bright, beautiful and cute.

'You're not mad?' Why would Johnny be mad? It was a little strange to see for the first millisecond, then the utter this-is-amazing reaction overwhelmed you.

'None of us are mad,' Johnny said, looking around at the other occupants of the room, 'are we?' He didn't say this in a threatenting tone at all. It was a simple question.

'Honey, none of us are mad at you. What you just showed us is something unique and fantastic and you should be proud of it,' David gaped at her. Beth never acted like a real girl. She didn't wear skirts or pink and she did not call anyone honey. He knew she was kind but he didn't know that she could act like a mother-hen person. What surprised him however, was that this other side of Beth was kind of...nice. He liked it. He was snapped out of his musings by the little boy's voice.

'But, I'm not special, I'm - I'm weird, I'm-'

'Wrong,' all heads swivelled around to stare at David. He was the most reserved of their group. He was the one that took 'strong and silent' to the next level. He was also the one who gave 'tall, dark and handsome' new meaning, but that was irrelevant. 'Some people say that no one sees themselves properly, but you don't see yourself at all.'

'David's right, just 'cause you can do something that not everyone can, doesn't mean that there's something wrong with you; there's something wrong with the people who can't see that your special,' Beth confirmed David's statement. (A/N: I don't know if that's how you use a semicolon so if any of you could tell me the answer in a review or if you could email me via my profile). Harry stared at them as if what they were saying was absolutely the craziest idea since diving off cliffs for fun.

'Why?' Harry sounded so completely confused.

'What do you mean?' God this kid was frustrating. Why couldn't he just tell them what was wrong?

'Why are you being nice to me?' Johnny felt like kicking himself. Of course the kid wanted to know the reason behind their concern. The only concern Harry had most likely ever gotten would have been faked and before a beating so that it hurt inside and out. But before he could reply, David felt the need to prove that he remembered how to talk.

'Look kid, I didn't know your relatives but judging by what they did to your back, I'd say they were awful damn close in personality to mine and I, for one, am not going to let anyone live like that. We'll look after you, kid,' David had been abused from when he was six to when he was nine. After that he'd taken to the streets, where he had joined up with Johnny.

'Really?' Harry sounded so hopeful and yet so unsure. What would it take to convince him that they wanted him to stay because they actually liked him rather than because they had asked him to on a random impulse.

'Yeah, really,' Johnny replied. Harry smiled tentatively. Beth smiled back. They waited for the boy's next question but it didn't come. Instead of another query, he held out his arms. Beth's smile widened and she hugged him. David shook his head. Somehow Johnny always had to have the last word.

A/N: I know, fluff and nonsense, but I had to get that out of the way to make way for the Harry that kicks but! By the way, I have had a lot of requests that Harry be 'baddass', I have nothing against that but the 'gang' that Harry joins is just a group of kids living on the streets that have banded together for survival. If any of you have seen 'The Theif Lord', the gang is sort of like that but Johnny is of age in the muggle world and works for a living. Harry is going to be tough and cool but not in a 'tattoos, peircings and drugs' sort of way, he's going to be more cunning, still Gryffindor, but good at being sneaky. Anyway, please hit the review button and send me a review. Updates may come quicker, you never know...