There might be some copy/paste dialogs... I tried to make this similar to the movie. This is one of my first fics in english so be nice with this poor servant! XP

Let's begin!

Chapter 2: The beginning

Two young men and a young woman were running and laughing down an empty alley talking about what they just did…

'That was brilliant!' one of the young men said. He was no more than 17 years. He got chestnut hair, white smooth skin, gentle soft baby blue eyes and a charming smile.

'Yeah! Hey, Harry, what you did… uff! That was amazing!' the girl said. She got brown bushy hair, honey eyes, light tanned skin and a playful smile in her pretty face.

'Well, thank you very much! I rocked it, didn't I?' a handsome emerald eyed young man said. He was as tall as the other boy. His midnight black unruly just-shagged like hair was gleaming in the sun light. His milky skin and a sexy grin in his dark cherry color lips were disarming to everyone around.

'Ohh… shut up, you!' the girl said in a mock annoying voice. The other boy just laughed at his friends antics. They entered a building and climb up the staircase to the roof top.

'This is pure gold! Look at this!' the bushy haired girl squeaked.

'Yeah! We went crazy over this one!'

'Who's going to film the next one? Not me.'

'Not me' Harry said.

'Ehhh?! Why is it going to be me?' the other boy said pouting.

'Because you're the youngest, Neville' Harry said teasingly.

'And obviously the slowest…' said the girl matter-of-factly.

'Hermione, there was no need to say that…' said Harry scolded.

'Yeah, whatever…' Hermione said dismissively.

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'Got you!' shouted another voice scaring the hell out of them. 'Oh, man. I wish you could see the look on your faces! It was priceless!!'

'Please Ron. Cut the crap and leave the jokes…' said Hermione glaring at the red headed still in the fancy suit.

'So… what do you think?' Harry said and Neville look at them warily.

There were two other young men with the one they called Ron, a tall dark brown skinned, short black haired and black eyed man and a less tall white boy with chestnut hair and brown eyes. They were wearing loose shirts and baggy pants.

'Seriously?' asked the white young man. He looked at the man behind him and smile. 'We killed it!' he finished laughing.

Neville, Harry and Hermione beamed.

'Yeah! We're ready for this and take it to the streets!' said the tall and dark one. 'Let me see that… come on, 'Mione.'

'Hold on, Dean! Seamus… Please, could you call your boyfriend back!' said an exasperated Hermione.

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Ron started to get changed into more comfortable clothes. Hermione and Neville went with Dean and Seamus to watch the recording.

'So, what's up mate? You coming tonight aren't ya?' said Ron a bit mad.

'I don't know, Ron. It's been a crazy time. School, My aunt and uncle… they keep me very busy. I don't know how much longer I can skip everything to come here.'

'If you can't be here, then don't. The Red Lions are a family and family stick together. I will see you at the rehearsal.' Said the red headed curtly.

'Yeah, yeah… I'll be there.' Harry said dejectedly.

'Hey, Ron! Come on! We've got to get going!' shouted Seamus.

'Coming…' he said. 'See ya later.' He sentenced.

Harry stayed there looking up the sky. Everything seemed so good in the last few years… but, it's been falling apart in front of his eyes. He didn't want to see that there were other options, solutions that would make him happy.

"… This video has been posted a few hour ago on the internet was taken earlier this afternoon is the sound prove of public disturbances plaguing the streets of Glasgow. The group Red Lion has claim responsibility for this afternoon's attack maltreating public property and causing mayhem in the subway station…" the reporter said.

'Harry is making problems again, isn't he?' a thin woman said. She was worried about her nephew. After all she did love her late sister. She had to pretend in front of her lazy fat of a husband.

'Petunia, we give the brat everything. What he does or gives up doesn't matter!' a fat man said his face turning purple. 'Besides if he wants to kill himself with those criminals… the better! Less shit in the world to worry about!' he shouted just when the door was opening to let the annoying brat in.

'Finally! The little princess grace us with 'her' presence!' Vernon sneered. Harry's aunt remained in silence. Harry ignored them and went to the stairs. 'Hold it right there, freak! Your aunt and I need to inform you of something.' He continued with mock gentleness and a vicious smile. The teen returned on his track and went to the kitchen through the living room where his fat cousin was watching the telly.

Once in the kitchen he was confronted by a purple faced Vernon and an uncomfortable Petunia. 'You ungrateful bastard! Dinner was an hour ago! I may have thought that after all these years you at least would have some decency! God knows we tried! But you seem to just as useless!' he bellowed. A diabolic twinkle resided in his uncle's eyes. Harry gulped and tried to retort.

'The bus was late. So I stayed a little longer at school to ask some friends about homework.' He said, but instantly regretted. The flaming red returned to his uncle face. Petunia stepped out of the kitchen and send Dudley to his room.

'LIAR! I saw the news on the television! How dare you lie to my face, ungrateful freak! You were with your little group of juvenile delinquents again! So don't come to me with that bullshit!' he shouted, spitting everywhere. 'We had the decency to accept you all those years ago! And how do you repay us?! You have tainted our family for too long boy!' he growled.

Harry started to panic. 'Uncle… It wasn't a big deal.' He lamely said.

Vernon slapped him. He always belittled Harry but had never raised his hand against him. 'We've had enough of you and your freakiness! We've already call Mr. Avery to take you to America. You will leave in a month time!' he commanded and stormed out of the room. Petunia and Harry were left alone in the kitchen. Petunia reached for his nephew. Soon she got an armful of a crying teen.

'Aunt, I don't want to go. I'm sorry.' The young man sobbed in his aunt's arms. She petted his head.

'Harry. It isn't my call to make. You really have to take responsibility of your life. You can not follow the Red Lions forever.' She said patronizingly.

'But, they are like my brothers and sisters. I can't let them down. I owe them my loyalty.' He said vehemently. Petunia looked at his nephew with sympathy. Life wasn't that simple.

'Are you 100 sure that they will stick with you through thin and thick?' Harry opened his mouth, but his aunt continued before he could say anything. 'I know that you've been through a lot, more than any could have ever imagined. But, there are things in life you can't take for granted. You better than anyone can see the truth in that statement.' Harry stayed silent while he thought about those things. Ron and Hermione have always been there for him. But there were things, little things that made him think about their friendship. Today, for example, Hermione was being right a bitch to Neville. And Ron has been a git lately. The only one that had always been supporting him was Neville. At the thought of the boy brought a smile to Harry's lips. He has always been his confidant, his moral support… his 'real' brother. For him he would do anything. 'Listen, Harry. I told Lily that I'll be your guardian. But I've been a bit lazy on that aspect.' She said bitterly. 'I'll call your godfathers and ask them for any advice they might have, ok?' His aunt squeezed him a bit in the hug before letting him go. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to his room. He couldn't believe his uncle was going to kick him out! He was already 18 for crying out loud!

He reached the second floor and went to his bedroom: Dudley's old bedroom. He packed a few things and left the house. He was mad at Vernon for sending him away. And with Avery of all people! Vernon knew he had a sick obsession with Harry. Could he really be so cruel? He took out his cell phone and called his aunt to tell her he wasn't going to stay that night at the house. She made him promise he would be there early in the morning to avoid trouble with her husband. Then he dialed Neville's phone and asked him if he could let him sleep the night in his house and tell him everything. They agreed to meet in a dance club on the neighborhood, a few blocks from Neville's place.

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