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Prophecy…
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…
