King of the Street

Ch. 1

The Boy Who Survives

A/N: Welcome to my second FanFiction. My last was rough from start to finish, but I have high hopes for this one. I'm better prepared and I trust you readers will give feedback that I can use to get even better. Enjoy:)

"I don't want him here Pet. He doesn't belong with us normal folk."

"But dear please, he's my sister's only son. Now that she dead along with her husband there's no other family he can go to."

"No, first thing tomorrow we are taking him to the nearest orphanage where he can infect other people's mistake with his freakishness."

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, I'm sorry for you sister Pet, but we can't have it in our house."

"I know. Please Vernon, let's just go to bed. We can discuss this more in the morning."

"Very well, good night dear."

"Good night."

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Vernon woke up with only one thing on his mind. The bundle of bothersome baby that was sleeping in his son's room. Harry Potter, the son of his wife's sister and her hoodlum of a husband. Vernon knew all about the world of Magic and was pointedly against all of it. He would not have it in nor near his house. How dare they drop off this brat to his door. He belonged with those freaks like him or in the system where he could be, hopefully, lost forever.

Vernon began his day normally as he could. He showered, shaved all but his moustache, and dress for the day. It seems Petunia had the same idea as she was humming to herself in the kitchen as she tried to feed their son Dudley, who was throwing the usual tantrum he did every morning.

"Hehe, little tike," Vernon said as he ruffled his son's hair, then he saw Harry. Vernon's face slowly went through multiple shades of red till he hit a purple that could put a plum to shame.

"Have you fed it?"

"Yes. Do you know where you will take him?"

"IT will be going to the Saint John Home for Lost Souls."

"Where is it?"

"Deep within the bowls of London. I will drop him off on my way to work."

"Very well, Have- have a good day dear."

"I will thank you Pet. Let me know if anything happens while I'm gone. I wouldn't be surprised if these people are watching."

"Yes dear."

With that Vernon placed young Harry in Dudley's car seat, after some heavy readjusting for Harry's smaller size. It took Vernon a half hour to navigate traffic and the twist and turns that make up inner city London. When he finally found the correct address, it lead down a grungy and dark alley that couldn't fit his car. Grumbling about tearing down useless buildings, Vernon unbuckled Harry from the car, locked the doors and carried the babe down the lane till he saw the building he was looking for. It was easy as it was the only building in the alley. Why it was even in business was beyond Vernon's capacity of thought. It was gothic in architecture, with a massive stone statue of Jesus Christ on the cross in a broken fountain. What dim light reached the god forsaken plot did little to ease the gloom that permeated the air. Walking around the statue, Vernon walked up the front steps and banged on the door using the massive knockers. They looked like some sort of strange symbol; a triangle with a circle within and a straight line going from the top tip of the triangle, cutting the circle in half and ending at the base of the triangle, splitting the whole symbol in half.

"Must be some religious symbol, the people are just as bad as the freaks it comes from."

The door opened with a spine shivering creek and the face of an elderly woman wearing a sister's clothes appeared from the dark.

"May I help you?"

"Yes sister, I found this child on my doorstep and understand that you take in the unwanted, no questions asked."

"Indeed, we do, but first may I ask you name. For professionalism's sake."

"Very well. It's Vernon, Vernon Dursley."

"Very nice to make your acquaintance Mr. Dursley, I am Sister Jane. Please come in side so we may process the baby."

"If we must."

"Indeed we must."

The sister opened the door to allow Vernon's girth. She then lead him down a dimly lit hallway which had identical doors leading down both sides. She continued down till stopping in front of one door on the left which, to Vernon, was completely indistinguishable from every other door in the Hall.

"Please follow me into my office. We can finalize his acceptance here. What is his name by the way."

"Harry Potter."

One of the sister's eyebrows raised slightly, but other than that she didn't react to the strange name. she turned and sat down behind an ancient oak desk. Vernon looked for a seat and finding none, continued to stand.

"Please take a seat Mr. Dursley."

"What do you mean, there is no-"

Vernon looked again and saw a tall red chair with a thick cushion.

"Oh well, my bad."

"No issue sir. Now young Harry. Yes, of course we will take him in, but I must ask. Why do you think he was dropped off on your step?"

"Bad luck I guess, my wife and I just had a boy of our own and I assume that whoever Harry belongs to saw how well off we were and thought we could handle another."

"Make's sense. How did you know the boy's name?"

"There was a letter pinned to his blanket saying his name and begging us to take care of him. What happened to no questions?"

"As you can see I have written nothing down nor have I pulled any paper for you to sign."

"Yes, indeed. Well, what now."

"I will take him from here and you can go on your way."

"Excellent."

Vernon passed Harry to the arms of Sister Jane. Making his way to the front door, Vernon checked his watch. GOOD LORD, he was nearly an hour late for work. He began a strange waddle/jog trying to reach his car faster. Reaching his auto, and after checking to make sure it hadn't been tampered with, Vernon sped off his work. Never to think of the Potter boy again.

*Six Years Later*

The orphanage was dark, being trapped between the towing skyscrapers of London blocked the sun most of the day and all moonlight at night. This made it perfect for anyone up to no good to go unseen. In the dark shone two beautiful green orbs. They had a glint of mischievous intent. Suddenly, another pair open next to the first, these being a dark hazel, not nearly as brilliant as its neighbor, but just as intelligent.

"You ready H?"

"As I'll ever be S, you?"

"Ready."

"Then let's go."

The eyes slid across the wall till they reached the dirty window. Two small hands pushed the sill open just enough for a small body to fit through. The hazel eyes disappeared as the silhouette of a small child climb out the window. The green eyes followed as both boys escaped into the night.

The small courtyard that filled the open space behind the orphanage was in a similar state of decay as the rest of the surroundings. The two boys made their way across the yard, using the shadows as cover. There is a stone wall that separates the yard from the wonders beyond. The night of the green-eyed boy's seventh birthday, they found a loose stone that allowed them to squeeze through to the other side. Standing up and brushing the dirt and dust off, the two boys shared a smile and ran to their favorite haunt.

Three blocks down from St. John's was an abandoned arcade where junkies, pimps and other undesirables would hide away from the world. The boys learned many things while they snuck around in the dilapidated building. They knew how to hide, using their environment to make them entirely invisible, using their size and stature to move through crowds without attracting attention. The most important skill they learned was to steal. Pickpocketing anyone unlucky enough to be their target. They grew quite the reputation within the underground of criminals. They became known as the Princes. There was something different about the green-eyed one. He seemingly could break into any store, house or business without sounding any alarm, alerting guards, dog or otherwise, and even made it inside Scotland Yard on a dare. They weren't too selfish with their ill-gotten gains. If they stumble upon someone in need of help, they would lend enough to help. Yes, they seemingly have this little world of theirs on a string.

If one wanted to find the boys, they spent most of their free time playing on the jungle gym that used to be part of an indoor pool. When the water was cut off all that was left were the metal structures. As they played a man approached the two boys.

"Um, excuse me I'm looking for the Princes H and S."

The boys stopped and stared at the man, unblinking and intense. The man became nervous. He had heard stories about these boys. Some say they are children of the devil himself, sent to earth to create mayhem, others say that they have powers that can be used to control others minds and bodies. The only thing these stories could agree on was that those boys were anything but natural.

"Well you found us. What can we do for you?" Said the boy with hazel eyes

"I hear you are the best thieves in London."

"So have we, but what does that mean to you." Said the green-eyed boy

"I need you to steal something for me."

"Can do, but what it's in it for us?" hazel said.

"Money and lots of it."

"we have money, we can get more whenever we want. Think harder."

"Information. About all new victims, more wealthy and ignorant than the ones you steal from."

"You have our interest Mr.?"

"Call me Fletcher, Mundungus Fletcher at your service."

"Very good, I'm Harry and my cohort is Seamus." Said the green-eyed boy

"Harry, Seamus. I'm going to make you wealthier than you ever imagined."

The two boys and the short man shook hands with smiles on their faces and mischief in their eyes.