Chapter 1: The Meaning to a ProphecyNotes:I am trying something completely different for me with this story. Hopefully it works, but there will probably be a lot of mistakes and such. It probably won't be very realistic either. Very romanticized and such, but this is fiction so that is allowed.
Warnings: There are mentions of child abuse and to an extent attempted rape, but they are not main themes of the story. I didn't feel the need to include them as main story tags.
This story will eventually have explicit sex and such, but it will take some time. I will be adding appropriate tags when they are needed. This story will have more plot than my other multi-chapter story here. It will also have powerful Harry soon enough and he will be a lot more confident in himself. He will be different from Canon Harry.
Chapter TextProphecy…
Prophecy was something powerful and really really dumb at the same time. Prophecies were always very vague in their wording and many times could mean anything. One prophecy talked about a great burning of books in the hidden alley and many would be engulfed by it. It turned out to be a "fire sale" on books at Flourish and Blotts and many people were eager to buy their books, especially the ones for Hogwarts that year.
This was not the only prophecy to be as such. Yet the Wizarding world still put much stock in prophecy. They even made an entire part of the Ministry with the sole purpose of collecting recordings of every prophecy witnessed.
There was one prophecy in particular that was very important to their world.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
This prophecy was important. However, the one who witnessed the full prophecy didn't fully interpret it correctly. He was also very wise and old and powerful. Thus, he didn't dare think he was wrong in his interpretation and he chose to meddle, so his no-doubt correct version of the prophecy would come to pass. He was sure the power the dark lord knows not was the capacity to love.
He was partially correct…
However, the wise Hogwarts Headmaster made at least one mistake. He assumed it was just one power the prophecy spoke of, and failed to realize anything the boy marked by the scar had and did not share with Voldemort could technically be power the dark lord knows not.
Dumbledore still put things in to motion that he believed would help bring about the end he desired. The end of Voldemort. The headmaster hoped Harry would survive, but if he did not, so long as Voldemort was defeated it was still best for the greater good. One point in the old man's favor is that he felt that same way about his own life and had for many years. He at least did not expect more from others than he expected of himself.
In the case of Harry Potter, he would have multiple powers including the so-called power of "capacity to love". In the wording of the prophecy, power didn't refer to something singularly. He would have a thirst for knowledge and the acumen to get that knowledge and understand it. He would know how to fight and protect himself. He would have many people there for him as followers, lovers, or family though not by blood. Some would be called to him by his magic, which was an aspect few realized existed. His magic core would also be extremely potent, even more so than it already was. He would come to understand how to read people and guide them. Harry would have connections and a network even he would not fully realize until after starting Hogwarts. He would have something even more than that, creativity.
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The wizened Headmaster shook his head at the disagreement he had with his respected Deputy Headmistress. She did not realize this was for the best. Harry should not be surrounded by the fame he would have in the wizarding world. It would be too much for the boy and he would either step away from society or be corrupted by it through arrogance. No, Professor Dumbledore was sure a muggle home would be best for the boy.
With those last thoughts, Albus Dumbledore placed a brief note explaining everything and then left after a single light knock on the door. He started humming to himself as he thought on which parties he wanted to visit before calling it a night. The next few weeks would be very busy for him on top of his duties as Headmaster at Hogwarts. He should enjoy himself a little before all of that came to pass.
Dumbledore again was partially correct in leaving Harry Potter in the Muggle world…
Perhaps in some universe Harry would grow up with the Dursleys despite how terrible they were and once things were over everyone would seemingly decide they were gay and just didn't realize it. He could even grow up with a loving family of sorts in some worlds. Perhaps in another world Harry would grow extremely powerful and become a Dark Lord himself that the wizarding world sadly needed to kick their butts into gear. Other worlds could have the boy meeting ninjas and jedi and gods and superheroes!
In this world however, Harry Potter would live with the Dursleys for a time before they kicked him out at the age of eight. He would then meet a unique and wise beyond his years teenage boy of 15 who was known as Jett. This boy would give Harry a family of others who have fallen through the cracks of society. Jett would be the one to first lead Harry Potter down his road to greatness and as a result the house at Hogwarts often looked down upon would rise as well. "The house for all the rest" would show that they actually were far more formidable than the others and not to be underestimated again.
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A small boy of nine years old with messy black hair and vivid green eyes currently glowing with anger and power again threw a kick. "Owww!" cried the fat pig like lump in front of him on the ground. Harry got down and punched the kid in his gut hard. The boy's 'friends' were either laying down too hurt and scared to get back up, or they had already fled the scene not daring to tell anyone what happened.
The excessively fat boy currently getting hit and laying on the ground, was in fact the messy haired boy's cousin though it had been just over a year since they last saw each other. That was when Harry was living with his aunt and uncle and their son. Living in a small dark cupboard with just a cot and a single ratty old sheet as bedding. That was when he was forced to eat little more than scraps of food that his pig of a cousin didn't want. Back when he was treated as little more than a nuisance, his aunt and uncle treated him as a slave while always complaining about how useless he was.
It didn't matter to them that he did pretty much everything the family needed to get through the day. He cooked all of their meals for them. He cleaned most of the house just so his aunt could then complain about how terrible he did and re-clean everything in little to no time. He was the one who tended their prized garden unless Aunt Petunia wanted an excuse to eavesdrop on neighbors. He did their laundry as well, except for Aunt Petunia's. She claimed he was too young and foul to dare touch her laundry.
"Harry," a calm voice said to the boy as he stopped mid kick.
Harry looked up and asked, "Yes, Boss?"
"Rage and anger are emotions. Like all emotions they can be tools and they should be worked through somehow. They shouldn't be fully ignored. However… Look down," Harry's boss, a boy of now sixteen years old, said to him.
Harry looked down and his eyes widened. His cousin was a bloody mess and crying. Harry took a step back. "They should not control us," his boss said to him after a moment.
Harry narrowed his eyes in thought as he nodded in understanding. They were here to teach Dudley a lesson, or so Harry thought. It seemed there was more to it than that though. Harry fully realized this lesson, because he was usually rather calm himself and very smart. He was not the type to get carried away like this. The anger at seeing his cousin again just raged on after it started.
The sixteen-year-old boy came over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Their allure is strong, but they can lead us to do things we regret later," he said to Harry.
"I went too far… Sorry boss…" Harry said as he lowered his head in shame.
"That was part of this lesson. You needed to feel it and see what would happen. The fat lump and his friends will live. But this lesson needed to be learned now so you wouldn't go too far later on when you are even stronger and the results would be too damaging," Jett said.
"This… was for a lesson?" the pig like boy asked through his sniffles.
"Yes, it was. You also had it coming the way you were and are," Jett said.
"I-I-I'll tell on you!!" Dudley threatened.
Jett let out a dark chuckle. "Then what would everyone think of the Big Bad Double D? What would they think if Double D went home crying to mommy and daddy or cried to a teacher? Your reputation would be ruined completely. We'll be leaving now and you most likely well never hear from us again. You and your 'gang' can even brag and carry on about how everyone should all see the other guys," he said as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder again and guided him away.
When they were out of earshot, Harry asked, "What is the other part of this lesson?"
"It was so you would realize the Dursleys, especially Dudley, no longer have power over you. I don't usually encourage this kind of a lesson or behavior, but you are an exception in this case. Everyone has usually one exception. That's just how our group is. You know I've known about your nightmares and the way you wake up sometimes. This was to help with that as well," Jett said.
"Boss, I appreciate it," Harry said.
"You know you can call me Jett, especially when we don't need to worry about our identities," Jett said.
"You are the leader of the Street Knights. Even the adults in our group know this," Harry said.
"True enough. Maybe one day you and some of the other members will call me Jett when we're in private at least," he said in reply.
"Maybe…" Harry said with a chuckle. There were many he knew would never call Jett by his name. They, like Harry, would probably always call their leader Boss as a term of respect and endearment.
The Street Knights were a group Jett started when he was 13. You could easily call them a gang and be right. They weren't a criminal gang though, even if not everything they did was wholly legal. They were a group of kids, teens, and a few adults that were left behind by society. Jett was exceptionally smart for his age and started gathering others like him who were forgotten or tossed aside. The Street Knights were a family. They were also sort of protectors of their part of the city that the government didn't bother with and probably never would. However, as Jett always said, that didn't mean they had to be full on criminals and live in complete squalor.
Jett was a young tanned man with dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. He was tall and muscular. He usually carried around a large sword on his back. It was an odd weapon to have in this day and age, but he was exceptional with it. He could wield the thing in a way that was more reminiscent of an action movie or an anime. He made sure his people knew his capabilities were an exception and not a rule. He would not have them doing something foolish and get themselves hurt trying to get into gun fights or something with just their fists or a knife.
Whenever anyone asked him where he got the sword, that literally no one else could use, he would give a laugh and say, "Why a wizard of course! Why else do you think this thing is so unrealistically big? Why else do you think I am so talented with it?"
No one really believed him. They would usually laugh and say, "Alright! Keep your secrets regarding the sword, Boss. Everyone has their own secrets they keep." The Knights were allowed their secrets and privacy so long as it was not a danger to themselves or others. Those secrets needed to be shared so Jett and the others could help that person find a solution. That was how the Street Knights were. Society tossed them away, so they would solve their own problems the best way possible, even if it was in a manner frowned upon by others.
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Harry and Jett were almost to their home. The Street Knights' base was an old warehouse and manufacturing compound. It, like the Knights, was tossed aside and forgotten. Most of them lived inside the main warehouse in their own home area of sorts. They used the compound's yards for growing food and other produce along with a source for water through a set up that caught rain and filtered it.
They also were lucky in that they had running water, plumbing and even electricity. They kept their uses of these things to a minimum so as to not draw too much attention to themselves, but they still had plenty of liberty in using the amenities. Jett and the Knights had quickly formed connections with the right people to assure of this.
Harry and Jett entered the main warehouse and were quickly greeted, "Heya, Boss! Heya, Harry!"
"Hello Davey," they greeted in return.
Davey was actually a girl of eleven years old. She had curly bright blonde hair and blue eyes. She also was usually very cheerful, especially around Harry and Jett. Harry knew she actually had a crush on Jett. Jett didn't have a crush on her, but Davey wasn't spurned by this. She would say in five years he would notice her and it wouldn't be as weird for them.
"So. What did you two get up to?" Davey asked with a bright smile.
"Harry needed to learn an important lesson. We're back now," Jett said.
"I've learned the lesson. Thank you again, Boss," Harry replied as he bowed his head slightly in thanks.
"That's good! I was planning on cooking Spaghetti and Meatballs tonight for us? Is that okay?" she asked with a bright smile.
"That sounds wonderful actually. What do you say, Harry?" Jett asked.
"When would I ever say no to Davey's cooking?" Harry said shooting them both a grin.
"Dawww…" Davey said before giving him a quick hug. "This is why you're my favorite little guy!"
Davey wasn't a girl who had problems with being a girl, as the name she used would suggest. She actually liked wearing feminine clothes and loved things like fashion, cooking, and didn't mind cleaning either. She also loved cute things. She sort of adopted Harry and Jett as her closest family in many ways. They did stay near each other after all. It was also because she felt Harry and Jett were the ones who saved her. Jett in particular as the leader.
Her parents who gave her the ridiculous and most likely made name of Davella tried to raise her on their own, but eventually dropped her off at an orphanage. She hated the name they gave her and instead went by Davey. She hadn't completely been opposed to her life at the orphanage during that time. She even ended up in the foster system and was with a couple of families.
Sadly, the one in charge of her in the Foster care system was corrupt and perfectly willing to essentially sell those under his watch. He was recently discovered and thrown in prison, but it was already too late for her by the time that happened. It was in fact the Street Knights who helped with him being discovered for what he did.
The last family she was with were a couple that had a twisted obsession and desire for her. It was both the husband and wife at fault, and they both were waiting for her to 'ripen'. Davey physically matured faster than other girls around her age. She found out about their sexual lust and desires for her, and their terrible plan to get her sexually involved with them. They thought she would be a regular naïve little girl they could shape the way they wanted. She was not though, which was for the best. They didn't want to stop with just regular sex with her.
She was tossed aside by society when no one believed the things she was saying about her foster parents. They figured she was a troubled foster kid that currently hated her family and was trying to get away from them, but would ultimately regret leaving them. It was a couple of nights before they would enact their plans that Davey ran away. She tried to make it on her own at first and feared she might just have to resort to a life similar to what she escaped just to survive. Luckily, that was when Harry and Jett found her and brought her into the Street Knights.
Jett had something on his mind as the three walked together. "Do you think the Professor could join us?" he asked.
Davey smiled. "I'd love that! Who knows what interesting story or conversation he would have for us tonight?" she answered.
"Harry?" Jett asked.
"Just like with Davey's cooking. When would I say no to that?" Harry replied with a chuckle.
"We'll see you in a bit then Davey," Jett said.
"Sure thing, Boss!" she said before leaving with almost a skip in her step. She had become very cheerful after joining the Street Knights. That was something everyone who knew her was glad for.
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Harry and Jett made their way to the 'School House'. Jett said hello to many of the people on the way. Harry did as well. He too had become a rather notable fixture in their group. Many saw him as Jett's protégé or something.
Harry couldn't fault them there. Jett spent a good bit of time with Harry and really took an extra interest in teaching him things only the Boss of the Knights could. It also helped that Harry loved getting to know people and having people who care about him and are his friends. Something that would be important for any main figure in the Street Knights. Harry also had a certain level of Charisma as well and took the Knights teachings to heart more than others.
Harry was also in many ways making up for all of the lost time he had socially due to how he was treated by the Dursleys. Here he wasn't the one avoided for fear of his cousin beating up anyone close to him. He didn't have to hide his love of learning and knowledge for fear of getting grounded by his aunt and uncle. He could get to know people and not fear what they might do if he stepped a toe out of line.
Jett and Harry finally came to the 'School House', which was really just a large area cordoned off in the main warehouse with a bit of a roof over it. It had several walled off sections with desks and blackboards. They only had one real teacher here and that was the professor. He had several who helped him teach, but he was the only certified instructor. He taught primary and secondary school. For 6th form and A-levels the Street Knights used other means, even though he could assist people in getting ready for their A-levels to an extent. (A/N: Pretty much he can teach 1st through 10th grade for those of us in the USA.)
"Good Evening, Professor Lang," Jett said.
"Hello, Jett. Hello, Harry. What brings you two here?" the professor asked kindly.
"We wanted to see if you wished to join us along with Davey for Supper tonight," Jett said.
"She's cooking Spaghetti and Meatballs. Knowing Davey, she'll toss in some bread and salad as well," Harry said.
"I suppose that would be nice. You two certainly seem to know when best to catch me for such offers. I'll just finish this up and we can leave," Professor Lang said as he looked over some tests.
"How is school going?" Jett asked as he and Harry got comfortable.
"It is going alright. I will be glad though when Kimberley Ann and Mills get their certifications. Luckily, they're close," he said.
Many in the Street Knights would usually stick with the group even when they were older. It was their way to help the others. Their way to not just toss aside those who already fell through the cracks of society. Some would get into business outside in the rest of the world as a way to form more connections to help the rest. Some opened up shops or something in the area nearby. Some, like Kimberley Ann and Mills, found a way to come back to the Warehouse and help more directly. No one really forgets how the Street Knights helped them or take the help for granted.
Professor Lang was one such individual. He used to work at a respectable secondary school, and never took advantage of his young charges. Ironically it was actually his morals that landed him in trouble in the end. He refused the offer of sexual favors in exchange for a better grade by one of the beauty queens of the school during her last year. She did not like this and spoke to her father, who was very powerful and knew who to pressure to get back at the professor.
The father and daughter made up a fake allegation of him sexually advancing and pressuring her in exchange for better grades. Everyone knew it wasn't true and it was eventually overruled and the case quietly hushed, but the damage was already done. Professor Lang was no longer able to find work. The daughter even made a point of visiting him a couple of times to rub it in by saying, "All you had to do was shag the brains out of a hot and horny teenage girl and everything would have been fine. You might have even been promoted. Do you know how many would love to be in that kind of a situation?"
Professor Lang then did all he could to survive, but he felt incomplete as a person. He loved teaching students. Loved the way their eyes lit up once they came to understand a concept and lesson. Loved watching them progress and grow as people. He was forced to live in a rinky-dink apartment working jobs that barely paid minimum wage.
Fortune finally smiled upon him when it happened that Jett was looking for a way to help with education for the Knights' growing family. The Boss heard through their network of people about Professor Lang and sought him out. Professor Lang made less money here, but he was in many ways all the richer as a part of the Street Knights. Oddly enough he actually had more spending money and resources now than he did before he was found.
Jett and Harry made light conversation while the Professor finished up his grading. It wasn't anything that was too distracting for him. The man was also a very good multi-tasker. This part of the Warehouse was fairly quiet as well, which is why it was used for the School House.
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"Glad you could make it as well, Professor!" Davey greeted cheerfully as the three guys came over together.
"I wouldn't refuse such a kind offer. It will be nice to have some better home cooking than I can make. After all, I am not a Professor of Food and Cooking. My talents in the Culinary Arts are a microwave or a sandwich at best," Professor Lang said with a chuckle.
"You get to have Spaghetti, Meatballs, Caesar Salad, and garlic bread tonight! Not a grand feast, but better than something from the microwave," Davey said with a nod.
"With your cooking, it is no doubt fit for a king," Jett said with a smile causing Davey to blush happily at the praise.
"Harry, could you set up the table? I hadn't gotten around to it yet," she asked.
"Sure!" Harry replied.
"Thanks!" Davey said as she almost skipped back to her kitchen. She really was happy to have an actual family and people who cared for her.
It wasn't long until the four of them were sitting around a table with mismatched chairs. She could have easily gotten matching chairs, but Davey thought it was more colorful this way and felt more like a home. She didn't like too average and perfectly decorated homes. It reminded her too much of her last family and how they were. Part of the reason no one believed her is because the couple did a very good job of fitting in with society and seeming proper and average.
Harry and Davey had that in common. The Dursleys went out of their way to be the perfectly normal everyday British family. No one would suspect they treated their nephew like a slave and starved him while forcing him to sleep in cupboard. Harry was glad those days were behind him. He wasn't about to have some regular looking home himself though.
He was with real family now. The Street Knights had each other's backs. Their motto was, "Loyalty to those who deserve it". The group had few problems because of this and almost always worked them out peacefully. Loyalty was a two-way street after all. It should require work for all involved. When it came to things such as religion that could be very divisive, they found a way to co-exist, even if it amounted to ignoring that part of someone's life usually.
During the meal the four made conversation about their day and things they were planning on doing tomorrow and such. Davey talked about some of the people she visited today. Professor Lang talked about how since it was a weekend, he took it mostly easy and used it to grade papers.
"I took Harry today so he could learn an important and personal lesson," Jett said when they were asked what they had been up to by The Professor.
"Is everything okay now?" Professor Lang asked with some worry. He didn't always approve of Jett's methods, but that was something Jett appreciated. It was a way to keep him more honest and such.
Harry nodded. "It is. I needed to learn it and it will help me with a lot I'm pretty sure."
"What are you're plans for tomorrow, Harry?" Davey asked.
"I'm meeting up with Burns and Cordelia tomorrow. We're going to the arcade. Do you want to come?" Harry replied.
Davey was in thought for a moment. "I wouldn't be intruding?" she asked.
"Cordelia will appreciate the female backup," Harry chuckled.
Davey giggled in return. "I guess I'll come then. Us girl Knights gotta look out for each other," she said with a playful flex of her left arm.
"Make sure you all don't get into too much trouble," Jett said with a smirk.
The Professor chuckled. "Shouldn't you say make sure they don't get into any trouble?"
"Where would the fun in that be?" Jett asked.
"I guess you have a point. They can work it out of their system. That way I won't have to worry about it so much come Monday, even if I have to worry about it again come Tuesday," the Professor said continuing to chuckle.
"One extra day of reprieve is always a good thing," Jett said in an overly sage like voice with a nod as well. Davey and Harry both laughed to that.
Harry loved this. This is how meals should be with others. They shouldn't be having to watch Dudley and Vernon race to see who could finish first in the sloppiest of manners, while your stomach growled in hunger. Aunt Petunia even scolded him sometimes for disrupting their peaceful meal because of his stomach growling too loud. The answer should have been obvious, just give him something more than scraps to eat, but that would have been treating Harry too much like a human and not a nuisance.
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The next day was for the most part very fun. Davey had really made the trip even more enjoyable. They played some four player games and did some guys versus girls' stuff. Burns and Davey really got into the spirit of their fun competition. Cordelia and Harry just enjoyed the show when they got like that. They would make it even more enjoyable by cheering for both sides randomly.
The only down side was they got into a bit of fight. There were some slightly older kids that weren't regulars and didn't know how things were in this area. The older kids were picking on a girl Davey's age and her friend. One girl had dark red hair and the other black. The older kids were even saying some very inappropriate things. Fortunately the girls didn't seem to know the true meaning of those things yet.
"Oi!" Burns started looking to the guys who seemed to be about twelve years old, even if they were acting older with the things they said.
"What do you want?" the supposed leader of the group asked with annoyance.
"You guys must not be from around here. We don't really appreciate such behavior," Burns said.
Another one came over and looked to them. "Ha! Like you could do anything about it," he said.
Harry looked the four guys over. Davey and Cordelia motioned for the girls to come over to them as they made some distance. Harry then looked up to the guy. "There's a lot we can do about it. You can either apologize to the girls and leave peacefully now while realizing your mistake. You can learn a lesson the hard way. You can learn a lesson the even harder way, which I don't recommend. At the very least, you four can leave now and never bother anyone here again and pretend this never happened," Harry said. He may still be a little on the small side for his age, but he was a lot stronger than he used to be and how he seemed. He also knew how to fight thanks to Boss and the others teaching him.
One of the guys seemed to look Harry and Burns over and it seemed like something might have clicked for him. "Maybe we should go. I mean. Are they really worth it?" he asked his friends.
"There's four of us and two of them. Plus, now there are four girls once we finish with these guys. The two girls the brats brought with them are actually kind of cute. I see no reason to back down," the leader said with a smirk.
Burns sighed. "They never just apologize and leave, do they?" he asked Harry with an exaggerated shake of his head.
"Nope. They don't," Harry said.
"Get them!" the leader said as the group, including the one that almost seemed to have some common sense earlier, jumped the two younger boys.
Harry and Burns dodged and weaved their punches. Burns even used their momentum against them. That was something he was really good at. Harry ducked and sent an uppercut to one in the stomach catching him completely off guard and sending him to the ground. Harry then struck him in the head and the guy stayed down deciding it wasn't a good idea to keep fighting these two.
Burns and Harry made short work of the remaining three even when two tried to double team one of them. Once the dust settled, Burns and Harry did have a couple of hits that would bruise, but that was it. The four from earlier were all on the ground groaning. It was obvious they lost.
"Is there a problem here?" a voice asked as three men in uniform came over to the scene of the fight after just getting there while on their patrol.
"T-T-They attacked us for no reason!" one of the older guys said trying to play up the victim role.
The three men looked them over. One then turned to Harry and asked, "So what really happened?"
The four older guys were gob smacked by that.
"They were trying to force themselves on those two girls," Harry said.
"We warned them first, but they decided they'd rather try to beat us and take Davey and Cordelia with them as well," Burns said.
"I see…" one of the men said.
The third man went over to the two girls and asked, "Do you want to press charges on those four?"
"I-I-If they leave us alone and never come back again! No…" the black haired girl said.
"You heard her fellas. Apologize and leave. You may be minors, but I can tell you juvie isn't a nice place," the third man said.
"W-w-we're sorry!" the four boys shouted. They then together begged, "Please forgive us!"
"Once you start leaving," the red-haired girl said.
The four guys then stood up quickly and started to leave. "We're sorry again!" they said.
"You're forgiven this time!" the black-haired girl shouted as they ran.
"I told you this was a bad idea… This is Knights' territory!" the one who was initially opposed to fighting said to the others.
"What the hell does that mean?" one asked.
"I'm done with you guys… You don't even know that," the first said again.
The two girls giggled in relief and found the older guys retreat funny.
"So long Harry, Burns, Cordelia and Davey. Try not to get into too many fights today?" one of the three men said with a chuckle as he winked at them.
"No promises. But we don't really seek them out," Burns called to them as the men waved to them and continued their patrol of the area.
The four friends then spent some time with the two girls in a nearby Shake and Coffee Café. Davey and Cordelia were able to make sure the other two girls were alright and the six had some fun talking for a bit, before the two girls continued with their day and headed back home. They lived nearby and could have escaped, but they were kind of scared when they were approached like that by the four guys. Things like that didn't really happen here since the Street Knights formed.
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Harry was excited! His birthday was coming up. He would soon be turning eleven! It was amazing to him that he actually looked forward to his birthdays now. He had a lot more fun in general though. He and some of the others even went on a trip to the zoo earlier in the week.
Something strange happened during the trip, but Harry didn't feel like mentioning it to anyone. He didn't want to upset Jett with what the Dursleys had called his freakishness, even if he doubted that would happen. He mostly couldn't really explain what happened. Harry somehow talked to a snake. He then accidentally seemed to vanish the glass and the snake left.
It was kind of funny how the snake was hissing, "Brazzzzilll hereee I comeee…" Harry didn't have the heart or the actual know how of what he did, to tell the snake it was a really long and unlikely journey.
That was a couple of days ago. Now though, he had to wait a few more days, but then he would be eleven. He couldn't wait! Davey was going to bake him a cake and everything. Burns and Cordelia along with a few others would be visiting as well. He would actually be having a nice little birthday party of sorts.
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Jett was taking care of his sword when he heard a hoot from an owl. He looked up curiously. The owl hooted at him again. It looked like he had a letter dropped right in front of him that he bobbed his head at. "Well I'll be," Jett said as he took it and looked at the address. "This is really interesting…" Jett said as he thanked the owl and sent it off. He then stood up and started walking. He hadn't expected this…
Chapter 2: A Letter, a Giant of a Man, and a Magical AlleyChapter Text"Harry. I was looking for you," Jett said.
"What do you need, Boss?" Harry asked from where he was sitting.
"Follow me. There's something we need to discuss," Jett told him.
"Okay," Harry said as he got up. He was curious about this. It must be important if Boss didn't want to just say it right here.
The two made their way to the roof of a building in the compound. It was actually the building they used as an infirmary. It had taken a lot of work to set the place up and it couldn't help with everything, but it did with a lot of things. With the infirmary, they also didn't have to take up space unnecessarily in the nearest local hospital which was already overcrowded.
"This is for you," Jett said as he handed the envelope to Harry.
Harry took it curiously. It looked aged and the paper or parchment, whatever it was, was thicker than normal paper. The most curious thing though was the address.
Harry Potter
Street Knights Compound
Main Warehouse
Deliver via Jett Manton
"This is weird," Harry said.
"Not completely unexpected. Go ahead and open it, Harry," Jett said as he sat down next to the boy.
Harry did. There were two pieces of what Harry decided had to be parchment, which was odd instead of paper. He looked at the first one.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. If you need assistance in acquiring any of the supplies be sure to mention it in your return letter.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry asked in confusion. This seemed very unlikely to be real, but then again, he did talk to a snake and vanish glass. Maybe magic did exist.
"That is what it says. I am not sure how to send the letter back though. Maybe I shouldn't have waved the owl off. Maybe it is waiting around here…" Jett said in thought as he looked around trying to find an owl.
"You seem oddly calm about this, Boss," Harry said looking to his friend and boss.
"Why do you think that is, Harry?" Jett asked with a mischievous grin.
Harry was in thought before his eyes opened. "Wait a minute… You mean the whole thing about you and the sword with the wizard is real?!" he asked.
"I keep telling everyone," Jett said in amusement.
"It is really unbelievable," Harry muttered.
"Sometimes the truth is just like that. You can share it and no one will believe it. Sometimes that is very annoying. Other times it is nice because you don't have to feel guilty about lying to those close to you. You can't force them to believe it. They have to decide that on their own," Jett said.
Harry nodded to this causal lesson from his boss. "How did it specifically happen then?" Harry asked.
"It was before I formed the Street Knights. I came across a wizard who was hurt, confused, and lost. I helped him regain his health and told him where he was. I helped him as long as he needed it before he was ready to return. I had the sword back then, but it was little better than a decoration. I was actually thinking about pawning it or auctioning it off at the time. He looked to me and used some kind of spell," Jett said.
"He saw something in me. He saw what I wanted to do here. How I wanted to help those who were like me. Forgotten. Tossed aside. He told me, 'You have the charisma, intelligence, and tenacity to achieve that goal. You just need something to back up it all up.' He then enchanted the sword. Made it a real blade. Had it give me insight in how to use it properly. He then bound it to me. That is why no one else can use it. He gave me a powerful tool to use for those sticky situations when they arise," Jett said.
The older boy then looked to the younger boy and said, "I've known about the magical world since then. I just didn't know any of the Knights were magicals. You are though. Harry, you're a wizard."
Harry took it all in. He couldn't believe this. It was really strange, but it made sense. "That would explain what happened at the zoo," Harry said.
"What happened," Jett asked seriously.
"Sorry Boss, I didn't tell you about it because I didn't even know what to fully make of it. It also reminded me of the Dursleys and how they always got on my case for what they called my freakishness. I ended up talking to a snake. Then I accidentally vanished the glass to its display. I wonder how far he made it. He wanted to go to Brazil," Harry said.
Jett chuckled. "That is a very long journey. Especially for a snake," he said.
Harry chuckled too. "Yeah it is!" he said.
"Well then. Let's write you that letter. Unless you don't want to go to a magical school and learn all kinds of really awesome things," Jett said with a smirk.
Harry laughed to that. "I'm just worried how we can find an owl to send it!" he said.
There was a hoot suddenly that got their attention. "So, you were around after all," Jett said to the owl who hooted at him in reply. It then dropped a return envelope and some parchment for Harry to use. Jett gave him a pen.
Dear Hogwarts,
I would like to attend your school. I didn't even know magic was a real thing, but I am eager to learn. I would appreciate assistance in acquiring the supplies listed. I have no idea where to get them. If you could, please include a date and time for the meeting in the return letter. There is a place near me called Vinny's Diner. It has a large burger and shake on the roof. We can arrange to meet there.
Yours sincerely,
Harry J. Potter
Before Harry sealed the letter, he quickly scribbled down the address for Vinny's Diner. He then put it in the envelope and held it out for the owl. The owl hooted in thanks and took off to deliver the letter.
"I really don't get why they use owls for delivering letters," Harry said.
"I don't either. There is a lot I don't know about the magical world. I just know it exists and you are a wizard," Jett said.
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Harry was nervous as he and Jett sat at Vinny's Diner. It technically wasn't open until noon, but since they were Street Knights the owner had no problem opening for them early. Jett was currently sitting with his sword on his back just in case something happened. They were supposed to be meeting a man called Hagrid. They were simply told he couldn't be missed when it came to recognizing him.
They soon heard the sound of a loud motorcycle coming from outside. It was a really loud sounding motorcycle. They saw a man that was easily the size of three people sitting on it. The motorcycle seemed to be really large and was clearly modified.
Jett let out a low whistle. "That's what a wizard should do. Make a really awesome motorcycle! I'm sure he's the guy, Harry," Jett said before standing up and going outside with Harry behind him. Both of them wanted to get a better look at the motorcycle and didn't want to force their guest to have to enter the diner. It looked like that would be uncomfortable for him, given his size.
"Well I'll be… Harry Potter all grown up! I'd recognize you anywhere. You look just like father and you've got your mother's eyes," Hagrid said.
"Are you Hagrid then?" Harry asked.
"That I be… Who is this?" Hagrid asked as he looked to the older boy with sword on his back. The young man was looking at the bike in appreciation.
"That's Boss. He wanted to make sure nothing happened and wanted to meet you as well," Harry said.
"My actual name is Jett Manton. I guess you could say I'm Harry's unofficial guardian." Jett said as he stood up and offered a hand to Hagrid.
Hagrid shook it but then asked. "I don't mean no offense… But what happened to the Dursleys? Headmaster Dumbledore made me deliver Harry to them."
Harry frowned. "They threw me out years ago. Boss here raised me since along with the rest of the Knights. The letter was addressed to him and said to come here. I figured that meant you all knew," Harry said.
"Those people… Threw Harry out when he was eight! I found him trying to survive on the streets. Alone! It was lucky I found him when I did," Jett said. He wasn't hiding his feelings about the terrible people.
Hagrid had a saddened look on his face. "Professor McGonagall did say they were the worst sort of people. The letters address themselves so that's why I didn't know there was a change to the address. Professor Dumbledore told us it would work out…" Hagrid grumbled. "I suppose even good men like him can make mistakes."
"I guess in a way it worked out. Boss here took me in. I actually have a family now with the Street Knights. Davey, the Professor, and many others. The Dursleys are terrible people. I'm away from them though and better for it," Harry said.
"I'm glad we met in the end. Harry's like a brother, a friend or whatever. There's not a single person in the Knights I regret meeting. So, you'll be helping Harry with his shopping?" Jett asked.
"Aye! That I will. We'll be getting back tomorrow. Got rooms set up for us for the night and everything," Hagrid said.
"I would ask to come along as well, but I don't know if that's allowed," Jett said.
Hagrid was in thought for a moment. "I suppose ye can. Since ye have been looking after Harry. Unlike them Dursleys…" Hagrid grumbled.
"Are you sure about this, Boss?" Harry asked in concern.
"Don't worry, Harry. I made plans for this in case I could come along," he gave a chuckle. "Do you think I would want to miss a chance to see part of the magical world?" he asked with a grin.
Harry shook his head no in answer.
"Just going to leave the sword here and write a message for Vinny to deliver. On the bright side, we'll be back just in time to celebrate your birthday," Jett said with a smile.
Harry chuckled. "I really wouldn't want to disappoint Davey. No telling what she'd do if we couldn't eat the cake, she's putting so much work into."
"No doubt," Jett said with a chuckle as he went inside the diner.
"I really am sorry, Harry. Had I known… I wouldn't have left ye with them Dursleys," Hagrid said in apology.
Harry gave a small smile and shook his head. "You don't have anything to worry about. The only one who made the mistake is this Dumbledore fellow," Harry said.
Jett came back outside a moment later. "Alright then!" Hagrid started. "Hop in the side car, you two. It will expand to fit you both comfortably."
The two boys eagerly did. They had never ridden in a motorcycle before. They were further amazed when it suddenly took off into the sky. They roared away into the early morning light. Hagrid managed to explain some things to them and talked about Harry's parents some on the way. It was amazing they could hear him given the loud roar of the motorcycle, but then again it was magical. Maybe it was enchanted to let them hear him over the sound of the exhaust pipe.
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"Now then. We have to take the underground from here. Can't fly too close to the main city," Hagrid told them as they found a parking spot for it.
"Good idea. Traffic's terrible this time of day," Jett said.
It was actually a bit of an adventure using public transportation with Hagrid. He pointed out ordinary things that he found absolutely amazing. Harry and Jett took turns explaining to him about the different things and found Hagrid's reactions fun and humorous.
"So, that's how it works," Hagrid said in understanding as they went through a turnstile to get to the Underground. Jett was the one to buy their tickets using the money Hagrid had for this part of the trip. "Paper money?" Hagrid said in thought.
"So where are we going exactly?" Harry asked.
"A place called Diagon Alley. We'll be entering through The Leaky Cauldron," Hagrid explained to them.
The Leaky Cauldron turned out to be a very dingy and dark pub. Jett almost missed it before Harry and Hagrid pointed it out to him. The inside was smoky and a little drafty. It did have a certain… excessively rustic charm… to it you could say.
"Hey Hagrid! The usual?" A stooped bar man asked Hagrid with a grin.
"Not this time, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business," Hagrid said.
"If ye say so," Tom said. His eyes then widened, "Well I'll be… is that Harry Potter?!" he asked in excitement.
Then the inhabitants of the bar descended upon the trio. Hagrid and Jett managed to keep them in line. Harry was used to being recognized and even greeted very enthusiastically at times. The residents around their base really looked up to the Knights. This however was on a different level. He ended up shaking the hands of everyone in the bar. Some of the witches even threw passes at him. Harry might have been flattered if they weren't mostly old and rather squat. It wasn't surprising given the time of day, most of the young and pretty ones would probably only come here at night, if ever.
"Told ye you were famous," Hagrid said with a chuckle. "Now then… three up. Two across," he said to himself as he touched a pink umbrella to a brick in the wall.
Harry and Jett's eyes were wide as the brick wall moved and shifted into a large archway even Hagrid could fit through with ease. It was amazing seeing more magic. It was also really something to see so many people wearing robes and wizard hats milling about. The buildings in the alley were also very much magical in the way they were designed. Some had floating signs and others had slanted sides to the building that were obviously on purpose.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Hagrid said as he watched the two boys staring in awe. Hagrid loved getting to help new students for this reason and many others. "Well then time to stop at Gringotts first. Like I said on the way over. That's where you'll get your money. Ye might want to ask about details and such some other time. No telling how long that could take. We have plenty of time, but plenty of places to go as well," Hagrid said with a smile.
"I'm really curious to see what these Goblins look like, myself," Jett said.
"Yeah me too, Boss. I wonder if those movies are anywhere near right," Harry said.
"Best not stare at them for too long, ye two. They might take that as a challenge. They'd actually be impressed if ya brought that sword with ya, Jett," Hagrid said.
"I'm guessing that's not exactly a good thing?" Jett asked.
"Ye'd be right. They'd want to challenge you to a spar," Hagrid replied.
Jett and Harry actually grinned. "Maybe I should bring it next time. What do you say, Harry?" he asked in a joking manner.
"Might be the only way you could truly improve, given your skills, Boss. It'd probably be something to see as well," Harry said as he chuckled.
Hagrid froze mid step and looked to the two boys. Were they really wanting to test their skills against a goblin? When they laughed again, Hagrid felt at ease.
They did stare for a moment in wonder at the goblins guarding the entrance to the bank. The goblins seemed to be getting a read on them in turn and almost seemed to partially approve of them in some goblin fashion. Hagrid got them to move along. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. "Places ta be and all that," he said ushering the boys forward.
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"So, you had my vault key?" Harry asked with a frown.
"It was just delivered to us recently. The trust was set up like that. You would have received it instead if you wrote you didn't need assistance," Hagrid said. Harry gave a nod to that.
He would be asking for a full balance for the last twelve or so years when he came back next year just to be sure. He trusted Hagrid, but he did not trust Dumbledore. He could see Dumbledore telling Hagrid that is how it was, but having actually been using the key to get money from Harry's vault. The man left him with the Dursleys. There was no telling what he would do. Harry didn't know him and he was not one to just trust adults who claimed and acted like they knew better. Dumbledore seemed to be that kind of person to Harry from the very little he knew of him.
It didn't take long for them to get to shopping. They got Harry's trunk first to fit all of his purchases in. The trunk was enchanted to have five compartments and to be feather light so it was easy to carry. They also got all of his Potions supplies and his cauldron for school.
"Next up will be Flourish and Blotts. Then we can get you yer school uniform. After that a wand and I'll get you a pet for your birthday," Hagrid said.
They entered the book store. "Wow…" Harry said looking around the place. It was huge! "Can we look around for a bit?" Harry asked.
"Sure can," Hagrid replied with a grin. "I'll wait for ye outside. Kind of cramped in here for me."
"Sure thing, Hagrid. I'll keep Harry to an hour max," Jett said.
"Likes books, does he?" Hagrid asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, he does," Jett replied with a smile and a nod.
"Your mom liked books and studying too, Harry. Seems you got more than just her eyes," Hagrid said with a grin as he left the store.
Harry appreciated the comment, but he was focused on looking around the bookstore currently. He traveled up and down a few aisles. He then heard a girl's voice say, "So many books…" Harry looked to it and saw a girl looking to be close to his age crouching on the floor as she looked over the books down there. The girl had brown frizzy hair, lightly tanned skin and he could barely make out honey brown eyes as she looked along the lower shelf. She was also biting her lower lip in thought. "Hhhhmmmmmnnn. I want to buy them all," she whined to herself quietly.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. She seemed kind of cute. The girl looked to him and gave a bit of a pout that Harry found even cuter. He then smiled and said, "I don't blame you. I'm also new to the magical world."
The girl's eyes then lit up and she shot up and looked to him beaming. "You're new to it as well?! I am too. I didn't even know it existed until I got the letter. I mean things had happened, but I always thought it was something else and not magic. Then I saw that magic was real after the letter when Professor McGonagall came and gave my parents and me a demonstration. She told us how to get here as well. Can you believe they have goblins running the bank?! There is so much I want to learn! I want to learn everything!" she said rather quickly.
Harry gave a bit of a chuckle. She was really excited about magic he could tell. "I was surprised to see the goblins as well. That's really cool that you got a demonstration. I guess Boss and I got one. We actually took a flying motorcycle part of the way here. I'm excited about getting a wand more than anything else, but I really like seeing all of these books," he replied.
"Ooooo. A flying motorcycle?! That sounds crazy," she said. She then frowned a little. "I don't know if I would like it though. I mean I don't mind taking a plane, but I'm not usually a fan of heights," she said. Then the girl looked a little shy as she asked, "So… are you muggleborn too?"
"Essentially I am. My parents were a witch and wizard, but they died when I was like a year old. I've grown up in the muggle world pretty much," Harry said.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to pry like that. I didn't mean to make think of your parents," she said looking sad as she slumped a little.
"It isn't anything worry about. I'm used to it. Part of the reason I'm looking forward to Hogwarts is learning more about them," Harry said with a small smile.
"You aren't… alone. Are you?" she asked quietly.
"Nope. I have Boss and everyone else. Well I call him Boss, but he's kind of like a big brother to me. He's helped me a lot," Harry said.
"Did you not have relatives?" she asked carefully.
Harry glowered for a moment, but not at her. "I do. But the less said about them the better. Besides, Boss took me under his wing and I have actual family now. It doesn't matter if we aren't related by blood," he said.
"Sorry… I brought it up," she said with a frown.
Harry smiled to her again. "No worries again. I'm really excited about Hogwarts," he said leading the subject somewhere else.
The girl seemed to catch on after a moment. She smiled and said, "I really am too! I can't believe it! A real magic school. Professor McGonagall said it is a huge castle and everything! I find it a little odd, but kind of comforting they use a train to get everyone there."
"Hagrid hasn't told me how to get on to Platform 9 ¾ yet. Did Professor McGonagall tell you?" Harry asked.
"She did. You apparently go through the barrier between platform 9 and 10. You just have to think the platform or the Hogwarts Express," she replied.
"Thanks," Harry said with a smile. "I'm Harry Potter by the way. What's your name?" he asked her.
She blushed as she looked into his eyes briefly. "I can't believe I didn't even think to say my name. I'm Hermione Granger. I think I've heard your name…" she then said.
"It is nice to meet you, Hermione. Regarding my name… It seems I'm a bit of a celebrity in the magic world. I don't know why. I was only one year old when the incident happened," he said.
"That is why I've heard it… I wonder if it is in a book," Hermione said as she looked at the nearby books again.
"I'm pretty sure anything in a book about me would be pure solid guesswork. Hagrid told us no one knows what happened that night, since I can't remember it on account of being too young," Harry said.
"Oh," Hermione said. She seemed a little sad about that.
"Hermione! Honey! Fifteen minutes," a woman's voice called from a different part of the store nearby.
"Harry. Twenty minutes," Jett called to him.
"Alright, got it," Harry and Hermione said almost simultaneously. They then looked to each other and shared a laugh.
"Well. Guess we better get back to picking out books, Hermione," Harry said with a smile.
Hermione again looked into his eyes. She then got cute and shy as she said, "I suppose so… Do… Do you think… we could see each other on the train?" she asked trying to hide the hope she had.
Harry smiled to her brightly. "I'll be sure to look for you, Hermione. See you then," he said.
Hermione looked to his eyes again and her face lit up in a blush. She even wiggled a little where she was standing. "I'd… love that…" she said. She then started to move while shooting him looks and blushing. She even almost tripped over her own feet.
"Huh oh…" Harry thought. He recognized that kind of behavior. He would have to see, but it really looked like she already had a little crush on him. He didn't think it too bad though, she was cute and friendly. "Maybe Davey was right," he thought additionally.
He recognized the behavior of a girl having a crush because he had seen how Davey sometimes acted around Boss. Davey had joked to him that he would be a real lady killer if he wasn't careful. It was his green eyes and his delightfully messy hair. Add to that he was no longer the too small for his clothes kid he was when with the Dursleys, and you have quite the lethal combination for a maiden's heart. It also didn't help them that he actually had clothes that fit properly.
Harry found a few books that really piqued his interest and bought them before leaving the store. "One minute left," Jett said with a chuckle when Harry met with him.
"Finally robes time then, huh?" Hagrid asked from just outside.
"Seems like it," Jett said.
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It took no time at all to get robes. Harry was the only one in the Madam Malkins at the time. A girl with blonde pig tails left just before him with her mother. She was smiling brightly and even quickly gave him a friendly wave and greeting, which he returned.
Shopping for a wand on the other hand was a different matter. "I'm surprised Harry hasn't tried ever wand in the store yet," Jett joked from where he was next to an almost dozing Hagrid.
"Wands are always tricky… Sometimes you find it right away. Other times it can be longer than even this," Hagrid said.
"There was one tricky customer years ago who pretty much took the whole night! Luckily, I was off the next day and got plenty sleep. But we will find you a wand yet, Mr. Potter," Ollivander, the store owner and wandmaker, said.
"Hmmmm…" The man said tapping his chin in thought. "It is worth a shot. I guess." He disappeared into a different part of the store with those words and shortly returned with a wand for Harry to try.
Harry picked it up. Right away he could tell this one was different. It felt like a part of him! He felt his magic core seemingly coming to life. A bright beautiful multicolored light arched from it as he waved the wand.
"Fantastic! That's it!" Ollivander said. "Curious though. Very curious."
"How so?" Harry asked.
"The phoenix that gave the feather for that wand, gave just one other. I remember every wand. This wand's brother was sadly, the one that gave you that scar," the wandmaker said.
"Doesn't matter. Harry is different. Wands may be powerful tools, but they are still tools. It is the wielder that uses it for either bad or good. It is not the wand's fault," Jett said.
Ollivander nodded to that. "You are right. Still I can expect Harry here will do great things. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things as well. Terrible but great," he said.
"Harry already does great things. We all know it. Those of us closest to him," Jett said giving Harry an easy smile.
"Thanks, Boss." Harry said with his own smile. He knew what Jett wanted. He didn't want Harry dwelling on his wand's brother. It was still good to hear him so those words nonetheless.
Jett gave an overly dramatic sigh as he shook his head smiling. "One of these Days, Harry. I'll get you to call me Jett instead Boss," he said.
Harry gave a chuckle and a cheeky grin. "Maybe, Boss. But it is not this day," Harry said. The two shared a laugh before Harry paid for the wand and left.
"Just got your present now," Hagrid said. "Yer allowed either a toad, a cat, or an owl. Toads are out of style. You'll get laughed at for having one. Cats make me sneeze something awful, but if you want... Owls however, are the best. Everyone wants an owl. Useful owls are. You can use them to send and receive letters."
"An owl it is," Harry said.
"That was easy," Jett said.
"A way to send and receive letters? Of course, that's my choice. How else could I keep in contact with you all?" Harry asked.
"True enough," Jett replied with a nod of understanding.
"So, its settled then," Hagrid said before disappearing to get an owl for Harry. He wanted it to be a surprise so the boys waited outside. The giant of a man soon returned with a beautiful snowy white owl. The owl immediately gave Harry an acknowledging hoot and a head bob of approval. "She likes you already. Best give this one a good name," Hagrid said.
Harry thought over some names. He came across one that was in his history book which he took a sneak peek at during lunch. "Hedwig," Harry said. Hedwig hooted in approval and affectionately nipped the finger he held out for her.
"She obviously approves," Jett said. "Glad to meet you, Hedwig," he said. Hedwig hooted in reply.
"She's a smart one. She is. All owls are smart, but she is top o' the pecking order," Hagrid said.
Harry and Jett groaned. Hedwig covered her head with a wing and seemed to shake it. "Alright. I get it. Bad Joke. At least I'm just as good at my job as I am bad at jokes," Hagrid said with a chuckle as he led the way to the Cauldron.
They would be leaving to head back to the Street Knights' base tomorrow morning. It wasn't sun down yet, but it would be really late by the time they got back if they left tonight. Instead the boys got to listen to Hagrid as he shared stories about Harry's parents. Jett and Harry shared stories as well about their lives up untill now. They were sure to edit out some of the less flattering moments.
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Harry was actually the first to go to bed for the night. Hagrid and Jett were still up for a bit. Jett looked over to the giant of a man. It seemed something was on his mind. "Something you thinking about?" Jett came out and asked.
"Aye. I don't know about this whole thing with Harry and you all. It seems good for him, but I am a little worried and I'm not sure what to go and say to Dumbledore. Ain't no way he'll let me off without telling about what I learned of Harry. His situation seems so… well… bizarre. No offense. Like I said, it seems good for him," Hagrid said.
Jett was in thought for a moment as he nodded to show he heard what Hagrid said. He had an answer that might help. "I get what you mean, Hagrid. Our whole group is filled with people who have bizarre situations in their life. We call ourselves the Street Knights. We have a fairly large community actually. We look out for each other the best we can and the area around us as well. We're made up of people that either slipped through society's cracks or were tossed aside by the rest of the world. We strongly believe in being loyal to each other and forming families that we other wise didn't get to have. It isn't my place to say much, but the Dursleys were terrible to Harry. So terrible… What kind of people simply toss out an eight-year-old into the streets without a second's thought?" he said.
"Tell you what. How about you join us tomorrow for a bit? Unless you have to be back immediately. You can see what it's like for Harry. It is like you said, bizarre, but it might help you figure out what to say and all of that," Jett said.
"I could? You two and the others wouldn't mind? I don't want to make things awkward for Harry and all that. I can make me some time. Dumbledore is a busy man, especially during summer. He won't be back at Hogwarts till the day after next," Hagrid said.
"Yeah. We'll ask Harry in the morning, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. It being my idea will also be a plus," Jett said.
Hagrid gave a chuckle. "I don't know about taken a liking to me. Way I see it only one he really taken a liking to was that girl he was talking about meeting in the Flourish and Blotts," he said.
Jett gave a chuckle to that too. "That it seems. Davey's going to love being right. She told him he'll be winning girls left, right and center. Its his eyes and how likable he is as a person," Jett said.
"Guess we'll call it a night here then," Hagrid said as he got up from his seat.
"What time do you want us to wake up tomorrow?" Jett asked.
"Anywhere from 8-10 I'd say," Hagrid answered.
"It will be 8 then. Harry isn't usually fond of sleeping in too late. He sees it as burning daylight and time," Jett said.
"See ye two at 8 then. The Cauldron does have some really good breakfast," Hagrid said as they both called it a night and went to their rooms.