Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or even the settings of this story, which are, by the way, the backstreets of London and later, Hogwarts. So sad...

A/N: Hi again. I've got good news and bad news, so, good news first. All in all, for this story, I have received 33 reviews. Thankyou in particular to HarryismyHeroicsavior, Jill-Bloom89, Makurayami Ookami, oceanlover14, MaritimeStars and madmedjenna, all of whom have sent me from 2 to 5 reviews. I love you guys! Also, the chapters are mostly from all perspectives, sort of like I'm looking on and I'm able to read their minds and I'm writing it all down here, so don't get confused it the perspective seems to change around a lot. It's just that at this point, we (or rather you guys more particularly) don't really know these characters and I need you to 'get to know' Johnny, David, Beth and this Harry, and any other pack members who might show up...

Now, to the bad news, guys, in case all of you have put me on your author alert lists haven't noticed, I have started writing a new story. It is called 'The Junior Wizarding World' and I have been really discouraged by the fact that I have not received a single review. Not one. The only email I got concerning it, was to say that someone had put me on their story alert list and thank you to that person, but please guys, the rest of you writers know how difficult it is to keep going with a story that according to your story traffic, people read, but to have no one actually send you a review. It's pretty hard and I've been getting writers block and I don't know what to write because I don't know how it will be recieved. Please tell me how you feel because I'm feeling insecure about my writing. Thanks, sorry to whinge but, you know how it feels to thinks something that you do is a good piece of work but no one seems to like it. Now the story:

While Beth is at Chewie's, Johnny and David clean Harry up...

Harry yelped. He didn't mean to. It was just that the lukewarm freshwater being poured over his cuts, was feeling more like ice cold saltwater.

'Sorry kid,' David winced and found himself wishing for Beth to come back. She was as tough as they come, but still managed to be gentler with children that either of the boys. The hidden gentle side of her was one of the many things he loved about her. He shook his head to clear it of these strange, unwanted thoughts that continued to invade his conscious, rational mind.

'Johnny,' Harry must have another question. David wondered briefly whether or not the kid would ever run out of questions. He'd already learned that the room they were in was in the room closest to the staircase on the 6th floor of one of the many abandoned buildings in the suburb of Hackney, Johnny had a severe peanut allergy; David had a birthmark on the back of his neck that looked like a dog and Beth liked Coke more than Pepsi.

'Yeah Harry?' Johnny was so damn patient. How did he do it when he, David, was trying to stop himself from hunting down the kid's relatives?

'How old are you?'

'Seventeen,' He was? David had never thought to ask. There was a moment's pause before,

'David,'

'Yeah?'

'How old are you?' David was positive that Harry would know everything about them by sunset.

'Thirteen,' David replied shortly

'Oh,' for a minute there was silence broken only by the sound of David washing Harry's back and then,

'And Beth?' Oh god, more questions.

'Beth's thirteen too,' Johnny replied. David was having trouble speaking. His vision was gaining a red hue as he uncovered scar after scar.

'What do you do Johnny?'

'What d'you mean?

'Do you have a job or, I dunno, you know?' He seemed embarrassed, like his question wasn't one that wasn't perfectly normal in this most unusual situation.

'Yeah, I…um… I work at a…uh… a pub near here,' Johnny answered with difficulty. David sniggered at Johnny's attempt to hide the fact that he worked at Hackneys' favorite, less-than-legal night club.

'Kay,' this time, David knew better than to think that Harry had finished his interrogation. He only had to wait a moment before,

'Do you know anyone else who lives…like you do,'

'You mean, like, on the streets?' David decided that talking to the kid would probably distract him from his less than appropriate thoughts about what he would like to see happen to Harry's relatives.

Harry nodded, relieved that they didn't seem to be offended by his question.

'There's only a few other gangs, but there are a couple o' kids who stick to 'emselves mos'ly. They're alrigh', but the other gangs…well, we don' really talk to 'em much. They're not like us, they're… well, just steer clear of 'em, at least 'til we taught you t' defend yourself. After that, you can 'elp us kick their arses.' David grinned, trying to impress upon Harry the kind of danger that gang presented, without scaring him.

'You'll teach me to...fight?' Harry sounded shocked, like they would give him a life on the streets, without teaching him the how. Silly boy. Of course they'd teach him how to fight. A street kid not knowing how to fight was like a pigeon not knowing how to crap on statues. The knowledge came with the territory.

'Yeah, we'll teach you, but you should ask Beth t' help as well,' David replied.

'Why?' Harry and Johnny spoke at the same time. Harry because he honestly didn't know, Johnny because he was trying to corner David into admitting that he liked Beth.

'She teach you how t' 'it so it hurts,' at the quizzical looks on the faces of his companions, he elaborated,' where the sun don't shine.'

Johnny winced as the memory of the first time he'd met Beth came flooding back. He'd seen her on the street, alone and with tears running down her face, and approached her. He'd gotten half-way through saying 'hello', when she'd slammed her knee straight into his crotch. His voice had been two octaves too high for hours and David had laughed at him non-stop for 'getting hit by a girl' right up until she demonstrated what she'd done to Johnny, using him as a dummy. He shook himself from the memory with a shudder. David grinned and reminisced,

'Those were the days...'

'Then she got stronger,' they winced and Harry snickered.

'I 'eard that!' Johnny and David froze, identical looks of 'we're doomed' on their faces. She entered the small room with a box in one hand, some bread in the other and a glare on her face. Harry grinned and Beth decided not to hit the others, at least, not until Harry had gotten used to seeing people being hit in a normal, casual sort of way.

'Heard what?' David asked innocently.

'Don't play dumb; with you it's unnecessary,' she tossed back.

'Hey!'

'So, how's Chewie?' Johnny attempted to steer the conversation back into safer waters.

'Exactly the same as he was this morning, and yesterday, and the day before that, and-'

'Okay, okay, you win, no need to completely flatten my ego,' Johnny cut her off.

'Can't help it; it's a reflex,' She grinned at him sweetly, before passing out the food. When she gave Harry his, he stared at her, mouth open.

'What? D'you think we were all going t' eat and not give you any? Look Harry, right now, it doesn't matter what your relatives did. We'll be keeping you fed, clothed and hopefully, happy, 'kay' Beth stated firmly. Harry nodded slowly, then a smile spread over his face.

'Kay,'

A/N: What did you think? The chapters are lengthening slowly, or maybe it's just me…anyway,

Adios!