Chapter 4
The Raiders
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"How dare he?" Harry muttered to himself
He was running down a deserted muggle street. He had decided that he would never return to his godfather. He would just survive off the money his parents had left in his Gringot's vault.
But how could Sirius have done such a thing? Harry thought that he loved him. He never expected someone as sweet and nice as him to hit him and yell at him that way, he thought it was impossible. The moment Sirius' hand touched him, his whole world went crashing downwards. Everything that had ever happened to them disappeared like magic.
"Hey you!" a voice called out
Harry spun around and found himself facing a street gang of five tough looking boys.
"Me?" Harry asked.
"Yeah you! Who are you?"
"I'm Harry Potter"
"What are you doing here?" asked the same boy
"I ran away from home"
"So you're a runaway?"
"Yeah, I guess. Who are you guys?"
"I'm Daniel Kockel. This is George Plant, John McCartney, Richard Vogel, and Dhani Harrison. We've been sharing a trailer together for about 5 years."
"What happened to your parents?"
"Some of our are dead and some of our kicked us out of the house. My parents used to drink a lot so I ran away. Anyway, as you can tell we are a street gang. We call ourselves the Raiders"
Harry had heard about the Raiders before. He had seen them on the muggle news before when they had vandalized someone's house. They were very well known for causing loads of trouble.
"Say Harry, would you like to stay with us while we are on the run?" asked John.
"Yeah, sure"
The Raider led him to a small trailer behind the abandoned ice cream parlour. The went inside and sat down on the mismatched chairs in the small living room.
Harry looked around at his five new friends. Two of them were smoking and the other three were drinking.
"You want a cigarette Harry?" asked Richard
Harry stared at him for a moment. He had never smoked before; he knew that it would ruin his life. Then again, he needed to fit into his new group.
"Um...Yeah, sure"
Richard handed him the cigarette. He took a puff. It was marvellous! (A/N: Please don't smoke peoples, it's really stupid!) It was a feeling that he had never felt before, so different, so pleasant. But he knew that someday it would ruin his life.
"So, why did you run away for?" asked George
"My godfather got mad when I got home late tonight, well, yesterday night seeing that it's almost three."
"And..."
"He hit me. He had never hit me before, he was always so nice"
"Damn, that's tough. But don't worry you'll get used to being without him, we all have"
They all talked about themselves until they got really tired and decided to sleep. Harry followed them into another room with five camp beds and a couch.
"You can sleep on the couch" said Dhani
Harry plopped down onto the couch, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He would never see Sirius again and couldn't be any happier.