Harry Potter and the Half Blood Pimp Two

Chapter - 2. I noticed my stories aren\'t seperating into the paragraphs I am using in microsoft word. If someone can explain to me how to get my paragraphs to go from word to this website, please tell me. Thanks for all the reviews and ratings folks. I hope every one is enjoying the story. I don\'t own Harry Potter. =(





Harry had given Cynthia a large hug, she having been the one who had rescued him from certain death as a child. Harry had been found within a dumpster, when Cynthia had taken him in and presented him to Silver Magick. If there was one person Harry loved and cherished the most, it was Cynthia.

Harry could smell Remus’s cologne on her, as they embraced, and he made a mental note to speak to him after the meetings today. Harry’s first day back from school was shaping up to be very busy. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled away from their hug.

“Is everything all right Harry?” Cynthia asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“Of course.” Harry replied nonchalantly. “I just be tired.” The damage to his body had also left him fatigued from normally simply actions. “I just got to get used to dis shit.”

“All right.” Cynthia nodded. “But you tell us if you need to rest or something.”

“Fo Sho.” He laughed before turning to Remus. “You be driving us. We gonna roll down there in da Escalade.”

“Certainly.” Remus smiled, having found that he loved operating the muggle contraptions known as cars. “We should leave now.”

“Yes ‘ir.” Harry confirmed as he bade farewell to his women. The three gentlemen and Victoria making their way to Remus’s car, Victoria planned to accompany them because of her encyclopedic knowledge of exotic firearms and destructive devices.

The trip from Harry’s house to the “abandoned” warehouse where the arms dealer worked out of was fairly short, as Harry had noticed that Remus’s SUV seemed to make other cars simply jump out of his way as he roved the mean streets of Britain.

“Nice enchantments.” Harry snickered, as he watched a pole bend backwards to avoid Remus jumping a curb to bypass a large traffic jam.

“Thanks.” Sirius laughed, taking credit for the illegal spells he had cast. In the wizarding world, it is a severely punishable offense to charm and work spells over primarily muggle contraptions and goods.

Eventually the crunch of gravel reverberated through the tires and frame of the hefty SUV, the vehicle rolling to a stop in front of their destination. “Nice.” Harry commented as he yanked on the chrome release handle for the door. Twisting in his seat, Harry dangled his good leg down out of the car, and using his car as leverage hopped down from his seat landing with a muffled thud on the loose floor.

“Watch your step.” Harry reminded Victoria as he helped her out of the car, her skin tight jeans and breath taking low cut shirt clung to her body for dear life.

Sirius was currently wearing sandals and was using the tip of his shoe to chuck small rocks at Remus’s leg. The tiny stones bouncing harmlessly off of the material of his suit, leaving only dusty white marks.

“Stop it ass.” Remus reprimanded him, receiving only a chortle for his efforts.

“You stop it ass.” Sirius chuckled as he chucked another tiny stone his way as they made their way up to the door.

“Both of yo asses stop it.” Harry hissed as he pressed the buzzer. “We be business men. Peoples.” He corrected himself as he saw the play-hurt look on Victoria’s face.

“Yes sirrrrr.” Sirius and Remus droned out, their voices high and sharp.

Harry sighed playfully as the door swung open revealing a short husky Mexican woman. Her almond brown skin hanging in folds on her arms, with deep lines crossing her face, she beckoned them in. The door slid shut with a resounding clang once they had entered the building.

“Bueno.” She mumbled as she led the three men and Victoria to the back of the warehouse where a length of collapsible tables sat out. Boxes upon boxes filled with ammunition and guns sat upon the entire showpiece, enticing Victoria to investigate, poke, and prod.

“Nice.” Harry smiled as he walked over to the weapons cache.

“Isn’t it?” A voice confirmed from behind them causing all of them to turn around.

“Hello.” Harry greeted Fletch, a smirk playing on his lips. “Business booming?”

“Funny pun.” Fletch laughed as he kissed his girlfriend, the husky Mexican woman on the cheek. “Yes, business is booming as a matter of fact.”

“We need pistols, ammunition, and untraceable cell phones.” Lupin read off a list, his mild shock of meeting Fletch as a buyer quickly fading as he went into business mode.

Slowly but surely Harry filled his shopping bag with many explosive toys. His mind occasionally turning to the thought of Hermione, he wondered what she was doing.



Hermione’s house-



“Mummy?” Hermione questioned, her voice high and long. “Mummmmy… May I please please please please have my friend come and meet you and daddy?”

“What is her name?” Her mother questioned as she continued stacking their newly built liquor closet. “Is it that nice young girl Ginny you spoke about?” Her mother asked, though she certainly sounded busy.

“His name is Harry.” Hermione semi-whispered.

“Her name is Harry? Wait. His name? HERMIONE!” Her mother whirled around to face her daughter, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Shhhh.” Hermione placed her finger to her lips. “Don’t let daddy hear you. Please mommy? He can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

“Hermione. I don’t know about this. We don’t even know this boy.” Her mother explained, as her hesitancy was grating on Hermione’s nerves.

“For someone who could end up your son in law, sure is strange you wouldn’t want to meet him.” She thought as her mother stuttered on her words.

“He is harmless mother. I promise.” Hermione giggled, she knew he wasn’t “harmless”, but what was a little white lie to get to see Harry.

“I will think about it. Ok Hermione? How do you expect us to convince your father of this?” Her mother grumbled as she thought of the uproar that would come with such a proposition to her father.

“He will blow a gasket, and we invite Harry any ways because we are girls and we are always right?” Hermione offered, grinning to herself as her mother laughed.

“I love you kitten.”

“I love you to mom.”

Back at Hogwarts-



Severus Snape sat at his desk, a small vanity mirror facing him. Scrunching his face, he performed his scowling exercises. He had reached over one hundred scowls in less than forty-five seconds. He planned to go for a world record.



Back at the Warehouse-



Victoria rattled off the statistics for each weapon, giving detailed and informed decision-making opinions to Harry and his assistant pimps. Their time was well spent and their goals concise as they finished packing the escalade with their purchased goods. Remus and Sirius now having their own body armor and hand guns.

Remus had purchased a large and hefty .50 caliber AE pistol. Sirius on the other hand purchased a .357 magnum revolver. Harry went with the middle ground, a .40 caliber automatic pistol.

“Beautiful.” Harry grinned as they piled back into the Escalade, preparing for the ride home to drop off some of their purchases.

“I’ll say.” Sirius grinned as he span the empty cylinder to his new handgun, jerking his wrist to the right, allowing the entire assembly to snap back into place before releasing it and repeating the action all over again.

“I am pleased with our purchases.” Remus grinned as he jumped into the driver’s seat, the car firing to life as he gently twisted the key within the ignition.



The drive home was completely un eventful escape for the phone call that awaited them when they returned home. Cynthia had run outside with a pen and paper, waving it at Harry as they pulled into the driveway.

“What’s a matter?” Harry hastily inquired.

“The Dog Pound cancelled the meeting tonight. Said they are having problems in America.” Cynthia explained as she handed Harry the phone number to one S. Dogg. “Snoop himself called to apologize for their not being able to show up.”

“Wow.” Harry grinned, “It feels good to know that America’s greatest pimp/wizard would personally call to apologize for not meeting up with you.”

“I hear you there.” Sirius laughed as they grabbed their duffle bags and brought the weapons into the house. Slowly and deliberately they cataloged and strategically placed their spare weapons through the house to allow them to do maximum damage in the event they are invaded.

Victoria was the brains behind the operation, having came from America, she knew weapons like the back of her hand. She guided Harry in all his strategic decisions, and was a key instrument in his ability to handle the ever changing battlefield that was the streets.

“Thanks girl.” Harry grinned as he placed the final weapon behind a bookcase. He then stepped up to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Of course sweet heart.” Victoria grinned as she placed her hand on her cheek, cherishing Harry’s kiss.

Macey and the rest of the girls all demanded their own cheek kisses, and Harry’s lips ached by the time he was done satisfying his harem, a small price to pay for such loyal friends, if you asked Harry about his current situation.



After their chores had been completed, Harry decided to give Hermione a call. Drawing her number from his room, he sat down and dialed the digits. After a few moments, the dial tone turned into a ring and a cheery voice answered.

“Hello. Granger residence.” Hermione stated into the phone.

“Hello. Harry Potter for Ms. Beautiful Hermione Granger.”

Harry loved when Hermione squealed, and her by the tone of her voice, she certainly sounded glad to hear from Harry.

“I was starting to get worried Harry. Is every thing ok?” She inquired; it was obvious she was smiling on her end of the line.

“Of course everything is ok. I’m thinking about driving down to see you. Would you like that?” He asked nonchalantly, as though there was a chance she would say no.

“I would love that!” She happily exclaimed into the phone.

“I wanna take you and yo folks out to eat.” Harry explained his plan. “Yo momma allergic to roses?” He inquired as he planned out his night.

“No she isn’t allergic to roses.” Hermione confirmed. “Neither am I.” She added quickly with a slight giggle.

“So what you wearin?” Harry breathed into the phone.

“Shorts and… Harry!?” Hermione laughed as Harry was now breathing heavily into the phone.

“Oooo yea. Go on. Shorts? Whip cream?” His husky tone punctuated by his giggles as Sirius had walked into the kitchen and promptly walked out after hearing Harry’s panting.

“Nothing. That’s what.” Hermione decided to play his game, tease him a bit before they got to see each other.

“Same here. From the waist down, you voice leaves me needin to be naked.” Harry grinned as he could Hermiones breath hitch.

“I love you.” He whispered into the phone at the same moment Hermione did as well.

“Good.” They both repeated at the same time as well. They were getting good at completing each other’s sentences and saying the same thing at the same time.

“Well. I’m gonna go. I will see you tomorrow?” Harry confirmed with Hermione about his visitation. “You sure yo parents will be ok?”

“They will have to be.” Hermione laughed as she crinkled her nose. “You are coming whether you or they like it or not.”

“Mmm…. I wouldn’t mind COMING right now.” Harry snickered as Hermione caught on to his innuendo.

“May be Mr. Potter. Just May be.” Hermione snickered from her side of the line, as she could hear Harry’s breath hitch for a moment.

“I like it when you’re bad. Just like that.” Harry stated before finishing with another “I love you.”

“I love you too. See ya tomorrow. I can’t wait.” Hermione repeated before they finally hung up their phones.

Hermione immediately leapt to her feet and ran to her mother, excited to tell her all about her plans.



Strapped with their gats, the trio made their way to the escalade, greens, golds, orange, and maroon flashing from their suits as they walked deliberately from the house.

Harry was wearing his pat gold and green pimp suit. His wide brim hat tipped down on his head.

Sirius decided on a multi shade orange suit, his clothing so bright it looked like he was on fire, a silky orange fedora gracing his head.

Remus on the other hand simply wore a maroon jacket over his plain white t-shirt and red tie, with black pants and no hat. Remus seemed almost as though he were a normal businessman, the keys jingling within his hands as they all piled into the Escalade.

The ride took them through the heart of London to district that was known for being run down. Crack addicts and prostitutes wandering the streets, the macabre scene reminding Sirius of an old zombie movie he had seen.

“Look at this shit.” Harry spat as they rode deeper into the slums. “This is what the fuck gives us bad names.” His brow furrowed in anger. “You run your streets wrong, and you end up with this.”

“I hear ya.” Sirius replied, his forehead pressed against the window in the back, soaking in the sights before him.

“Look at that fucking shit.” Harry exclaimed as his finger pressed against his window, pointing out the homeless men sleeping on the benches at the park. The playground wrecked and covered in graffiti.

“I do not believe we would put up with behavior like that within our territory.” Remus sighed as he swerved around a man laying in the street sleeping.

“You bet yo fucking ass I wouldn’t put up with this shit. If these muther fuckers think we gonna let dem have more territory they got another god damn thing coming.” Harry fumed as he withdrew his weapon from within his shirt, quickly jacking the slide backwards loading a bullet into the chamber.

Sirius simply grinned as he patted where his revolver sat within the folds of his clothing.

“Harry. Do you think violence is how we should…” Before Remus could finish his statement, Harry was rolling the window down and yelling for Remus to slow down.

As Remus complied, Harry hiked himself up out of his seat, resting his ass on the window seal, he held onto the roof with one hand as he drove past a man he recognized.

“Hey fuck head! Remember me?” Harry shouted as he let loose with a bevy of bullets at the man Harry remembered from so long ago.

Goyle was having a particularly good day. He had eaten. Beaten and robbed a homeless man. Fucked his wife. He then fucked his girlfriend, and beat her. Today was a very nice day, thank you very much.



RAT A TAT TAT TAT TAT!!!!



Goyles final breath was short, a young man hanging out the window of an Escalade made sure of that. Screams of “Fuck you muther fucker!” roared over the din of the crack heads hobbling about like chickens with their heads cut off. “Drive Drive Drive!” echoing off the walls of the slums as a young pimp slapped his free hand on the roof of the Cadillac. “Silver Magick what!?” Was the last thing Goyle heard, as his soul departed his body, bound for hell.



Remus shook in his seat as Sirius whooped and hollered. “What the hell was that about?” Sirius laughed over his shoulder as he was currently twisted in his seat staring out the back window at the carnage.

“Dat mutha fucka was da bitch who mutha fuckin killed Silver. He was one of dem fuckers!” Harry growled as his eyes burned with a hatred fueled passion. “Mutha fucka faced me here, and now he faces Silver in hell. Gad damn trick ass punk fuck.” Harry growled.

Remus was shaking, his entire body racked with tremors. “Harry. You killed that man.” He whispered as his hands became cold and clammy, struggling to grip the steering wheel.

“Fuck yes I did.” Harry growled as he began reloading the magazine to his weapon. The cold brass casings slipped daintily into the retaining shell, following the gentle movements of his thumb into the well. “Id blast his ass again. If I could.” He absolutely seethed with anger.

“Oh god.” Remus stuttered, the car swerving slightly as he was racked with another tremor. “You killed him. Just like that.”

“Pull it together Remus or I’ma have to bust you too.” Harry shouted at him. “Mutha fucka! This is the streets! It ain’t no game! What da fuck you be expectin? Roses and mutha fuckin perfume? Huh? People die mutha fucka! Get it togetha or one of us might die next!”

Sirius was silent as Harry shouted, his composure returning to normal, after the excitement of the drive by.

“I know. I just.” Remus stuttered as his eyes began to swell with unshed tears. “I never thought I would see the day the song of Lily and James…” He choked before Harry cut him off.

“Im Silver Magicks son dawg. He was the one who raised me. He be my dad.” Harry stated in a more subdued voice.

“I know.” Remus sniffled a bit before biting his lip and wiping his face with his forearm. “I just didn’t want you to be doing these things.”

“It’ll be alright. What’s mo’ important is da fact that the fuckhead wanksta who did Silver is chillin in the turf of des nut sucks.” Harry put on his game face, single minded concentration etching into his face.

“That means that gang may have been the one who did Silver?” Sirius asked slowly.

“Bingo.” Harry replied, an index finger in the air. “Good thing we brought da shotgun.”



The Escalade pulled up into the wet yard of what looked to be an abandoned mansion. The opulent old house was rotting, like a tree that had fell victim to a parasite. The inner city of London slowly tore at the beautiful house. Glass was shattered, the door hung lopsidedly, and rain clouds sat in the sky above like watchtowers to the desecration that took place below.

Harry and Remus exited the vehicle, their shoes sinking lightly into the mud that sat below the over grown grass permeating the yard. “Fuck.” Harry hissed as he drug his bad leg through the thick paste of dirt, an occasional squelch forming at his feet.

As they made their way to the door, it slowly creeked open, a short Hispanic man with a bald head beckoned them inside. “What up esa (essay)?”

“You know why I am here.” Harry replied with a tight smile.

“Andale!” The man screamed while pointing at a young Hispanic woman. “Get da boss bitch!”

Harry shuddered at the treatment of the women and community, this gang was filth in its most refined form. Pure toxic waste.

Luscious Malfoy prepared to open the door to the parlor to greet his guests when a short portly man with rodent like features beckoned him back with a hiss. “Goyle is dead.”

“What?” Luscious exclaimed, his eyes filled with shock and rage. “How do you know this Peter?”

“The cops are swarming Dreyer Street, word is he got gunned down by a green suited kid in a Cadillac.” Peter Pettigrew nodded sagely.

Luscious stoked his chin for a moment, his black leather glove sending shivers up his spine. “Well. I am far too beautiful to fight these fools. If they want war, let us give it to them. Shall we?” He smirked, his long blonde hair whipping from side to side as he jerked his head about.

“Of course.” Peter scowled as he radioed his men to prepare to attack King Magick.

Harry simply stared at the pair of men guarding the door to where he expected their leader to come from. His eyes cold, yet calm, he was ready to put a bullet in the head of that blonde haired fairy if he walked through the door.

Remus stood behind Harry, facing the other 180 degrees of the room that Harry could not cover. Which was lucky for Harry as three men with machine guns had justed kicked the door in from another room and where opening fire.



RATTA TAT TAT



Bullets flew every where as Harry leapt to the floor, drawing his pistol, he permanently leaned back the two guards who stood before him moments before. The explosion of lead and fire that erupted from the barrel of his gun leaving a wave of holes from one man chest, through the door, and into the head of the other man.

Blood sprayed for feet from the wounds of the men who fell first, most of it landing on Harry. “Fuck!” Harry shouted as he deftly ejected the magazine of his weapon, letting it clatter to the floor before yanking an extended magazine out of his underwear, sliding it up into the handle of his weapon. With a slide and a click, he was ready to lay down fire again.

Remus faired not so well. Three rounds impacted with his vest, the 9mm machine gun rounds flattening against the IIIA protection plates housed within the life saving device. He stumbled back as the blunt trauma from the shells cracked his sternum. His body aching, he completely shrugged off any inhibitions of abusing his lupine skills.

Before Remus could propel himself at his attackers, Sirius had ejected himself from his hiding space within the rear cabin of the Escalade. The CHICK CHICK of the shotgun held within his hands precluded the explosive den of the 12-gauge magnum shotgun shell that sprayed a beautiful pattern of blood and bone from the skull of one of the machine gunners.

Over the deafening crescendo of gunfire and screaming, the tune Still Fly by Big Tymers could be heard pouring from within the Escalade. The automatic radio bumping itself up when Sirius had evacuated the car, leaving the thump of bass mixed with the terrifying roar of rifles pock marking the air in an incredible display of gang warfare.

“Number one stunna!” Sirius shouted as he slammed the butt of the shotgun into the face of another thug who had attempted to bum rush him.

Harry meanwhile was emptying several rounds from his weapon into the face of the machine gunner that had taken aim at him. Thanking whatever god above that was watching him when the assailant’s mac10 jammed.

Remus was slamming the handle of his hand cannon into the face of the last machine gunner, repeatedly, the squish of brains and skull punctuated only by his howls, which were only topped by the screams of Sirius.

Sirius was lying on the floor, the shotgun a skewed next to him. Obviously hit somewhere. Blood was slowly pooling around him as he thrashed on the floor.

Harry was screaming as he ran over to where Sirius lay, attempting to calm him. His fear quickly replaced with relief as he realized Sirius’s wounds were probably not fatal.

“Mutha fucka stabbed me in the ass!” He shouted as he held his hand over the wound in his ass. “God damn fuck tried to shank me, and he stabbed me!” He yelled while pointing at the very much alive form of their final attacker, though his nose was bloodied and several of his teeth were missing from the butt of the shotgun.

Harry stood, realizing that the fight was over and the song Warm it up Kriss by Kriss Kross was blaring from the Escalade outside, the whimpers from the man who had stabbed Sirius mixing with the cussing and smashing sounds coming from Remus.



Ring Ring

Harry’s cell phone rang, Hermione’s ring tone blaring, so he picked it up. “Hello?” Harry inquired as he tried to wipe the blood off his forehead.

“HIIIII!” Hermione squeaked into the phone. “How are you?” She grinned. “Are you at a party?”

“Just chillin.” Harry yelled into the phone over the music and yelling from Sirius and the injured assailant.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you!”

“What?!”

“HARRY TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC!”

“HOLD ON!”

“BLAM! BLAM BLAM!”

The sounds of the man screaming were quickly silenced as Harry emptied three rounds into him.

“What was that Harry?” Hermione shouted as her heart leapt into her throat.

“Remus’s hoopty was back firing. Sorry baby. I love you. I’ll call you when I get the chance.” Harry spoke quickly as the sounds of sirens reached his ears, closing his cell phone.

“Let’s go.” Sirius yelled as Harry and Remus helped drag him out of the house, all of them jumping into the Escalade and swerving out of there as quickly as they could.



“Hey Sirius?” Harry inquired as they rushed towards the hospital, hoping to be able to drop Sirius off for medical treatment.

“Yea?” Sirius choked, his eyes puffy and red as he gripped the stab wound in his ass. “What’s up?”

“Got a lighter?” Harry inquired as he rummaged in his pockets; his face and hair caked in blood and gore. “I think I got something in here from Silver that will take the edge off.”

“There is one in my glove compartment.” Remus interrupted, his composure calm and collected. “I feel a lot better, now that I know we cleaned the streets up a bit.” His head bobbing softly to the beat of the music, as he poured what worry he had been carrying off his chest in one single comment.

“Good.” Harry replied, for both comments, his rummaging now moving to the glove compartment. “Sorry about yo interior.” He grimaced as he pulled the lighter from within the enclosure.

“It’s fine. Harry, what is that?” Remus performed a double take as Harry lit the hand rolled cigarette that he had in his mouth, the sweet scent of cannabis wafting through the car as he inhaled deeply then release the smoke in one long breath towards Remus.

“May I?” Sirius inquired as he extended his blood stained hand towards Harry.

“Of course my good ol’ bean.” Harry snickered as he handed the lighter and cigarette to the greedy hands of Sirius. “Knock your self out. You earned it.”

“I don’t think…” Remus began before Sirius had blown his smoke on him as well, causing both of them to choke and splutter.

Harry giggled as the car filled with smoke, the cares and worries of earlier fading with each puff of the herb tucked away within the folds of the cigarette. The tune We’ll be burning by Sean Paul slowly began to wisp its way out of the speakers and into their ears. The color of the sky shimmering and vibrating to the beat of the bass.

“I am so high….” Remus shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot to the hospital. “I have no idea what is going on.”

Sirius laughed heartily before passing the spliff back to Harry. “Come pick me up when I call.” He chortled as he hefted himself out of the SUV and began to drag himself inside.

Harry and Remus sped out of there, to keep from being questioned. The less the authorities could place together about their friendship, the better. The buildings looked as though they were swaying with the music, as a small dragon landed on the steering wheel that Remus currently held, its head cocked to the side as it smiled and forgave them for their crimes, real and imaginary.

“Fuck man.” Harry sighed as he grabbed the plastic release handle that allowed his seat to lean back to a near horizontal angle. “I can’t believe how much shit we did today.”

“Me neither Harry.” Lupin snickered as he pressed his own nose with his index finger. They had parked the escalade behind one of the hotels that Harry used for his business, knowing full well no one in the neighborhood would bother them. “Poke your nose.”

“What?” Harry asked, his head lolling over to look at Remus. “Poke it. Serious. Its far out man.”

Harry lifted his index finger to his face, his finger slowly dipping down towards his nose. In slow motion, he felt shockwaves as the digit broke through the force field that had materialized before his face and finally made contact with his nose. “Holy shit.” He giggled as they spent the next thirty-five minutes touching their own faces and discussing the universe.

“I’m telling you Harry.” Remus implored, “God is a werewolf.”

“No way.” Harry laughed, as he ate on one of the twenty-seven hamburgers they had purchased from across the street. Extra cheese, no mayo, no that’s not blood, plus mustard please.

“Yes way. Look at him. He has to be.” Remus grinned lopsidedly as he went on to explain his theory. “See. He is all nice and great, but he has a second face. The mean one, that changes him from the being who gives one man gold, and the other man shit.” His head nodding sagely.

“Ever think he was just suffering from mood swings?” Harry inquired, his blood shot eyes sore and heavy, contrasting with the blood still on his clothes, as they sat in the dark, waiting for the heat to clear before they could go home.

“Then he sounds like a bitch. Werewolves are so much cooler.” Remus explained with the air of an upper classman explaining awesomeness to a freshman.

“To right.” Harry laughed before finishing off his ninth burger. “I’m going to call Hermione.” Harry exclaimed as he drew his cell phone from inside his jacket, bloody fingerprints covering the plastic case.

“I do not think that is so wise, oh great pimp master.” Lupin laughed as he pointed at the clock in the wood grained dash of the Escalade. “It’s three in the morning G.”

“I know. I just want to hear her voice. I’m fiending for her man.” Harry grinned as he pressed the crotch of his pants down with his left hand.

“I know what you mean.” Lupin replied before catching his breath.

“I know. Cynthia right?” Harry began, testing the waters.

“Yes.” Lupin replied with confidence in his voice. “I think I love her.”

“You sure?” Harry always made sure people had a chance to rethink themselves before committing to a plan of action. “If you be serious, not that you be Sirius, but you be serious, ah fuck, you know what I mean. If you mean it, we can work it out.”

Lupin looked up from where he was staring at his hands. “I discussed it with her. She won’t do anything without your blessing.” He chuckled slightly, remembering how much she loved and spoke so highly of Harry.

“If I ever catch you pimping her, or treating her rotten or being a wankster. I’ll kill you. You know that right?” Harry became stern as he laid down the rules that Remus would have to follow for the rest of his life.

“I know Harry.” Lupin agreed. “I just want her to be able to relax. She doesn’t need this life. She could do better. I know I am not better. I may even be worse, with my condition, but at least I know she will be safe. Do you know what I feel?”

“I feel you. I love Cynthia just as much if not more than you. She saved my life.” Harry explained as he retold the story of how he had been found and what transpired between then and now. The soft ticking of the clock that had forbade him from calling Hermione amplified a thousand times over by the sense enhancing affects of the herbs they had smoked, though he could tell the effects were fading.

“Does that mean?” Remus inquired tentatively, his breath held in his chest as Harry had spent the past minute without speaking.

“It means.” Harry began slowly. “You get me eighty thousand pounds or thirty thousand and a replacement, and you got yourself a deal.” He had decided on those numbers using a fraction of earnings to time left in the business to calculate the dollar worth of his favorite harem lady.

“I do believe I can handle this.” Remus felt his stomach flip flop as he realized he had already saved up thirty five thousand. “Thank you so much Harry.” He could feel the wet heat forming within his eyes again, as they lay in their seats.

“Hey Remus.” Harry whispered slowly, every word spoken like a man about to enter the gates to an unknown world. “Tell me…”

“About your parents?” Remus replied quietly, his voice sad but proud.

“Uhuh.” Harry grunted from his seat, his head turned towards his window, the light of the neon sign that cut through the sky announcing a haven for sleep and sex danced in contrast to the emerald green that flowed like pools in his eye sockets.

“You have your mothers eyes and your fathers hair.” Remus sighed contentedly as he began to recount tales of life as a Marauder. “We ran that school like you run the streets.” He laughed, tears pricked at his eyes, but a swelling of pride and nostalgia rushed through his stomach. Lupin expected he would one day retell stories of his adventures with Harry’s parents, but he had always expected them to be there along side him. To share in the laughter and the joy, the uncertainty and pain, it was supposed to be a joint effort. From a team of five, now only two remained. Two dead, one a traitor, it was time Harry learned of a more lighthearted kingdom that he was heir to as well.

Harry listened intently to every word that flowed from Remus’ mouth, his mind ablaze with questions that he couldn’t bring himself to ask. It took thirty more minutes before Harry finally asked Remus as they drove slowly towards the house, believing they had waited a sufficient amount of time for the fuzz to get off their backs.

“Would they be proud?” Harry whispered, his voice cracking slightly as his true age shined through the rock solid exterior he flaunted on the outside. It felt like eternity as he played with a loose copper stained string that hung loosely from a tear in his suit.

“Of course.” Remus smiled. “They wouldn’t be proud. They ARE proud Harry. They are watching you…”

“Don’t say that.” Harry grumbled. “I don’t want them to see what I am. I do what I do, because its who I am.” He continued to fidget with his hem as he thought of how to continue.

“Harry.” Remus began before being cut off again.

“I’m a gangster. A pimp. I ain’t the perfect son it sounds like they wanted. I was learning to shoot a pistol instead of learning to ride a bike when I was a kid.” He slowly began to pick up steam as he released the torrent of emotions that lay on his back like an avalanche of snow being held back by a lone tree.

Remus simply remained silent as he allowed Harry to rant and ramble.

“I lost my virginity when I was eight. I helped beat my first John when I was seven.” Harry poured his heart out, confessing his sins to Remus, a reluctant and equally stained tower of God in an otherwise filthy world.

Remus simply remained silent. Unable to bring himself to mutter a word as he listened to the heinous crimes Harry had committed or bore witness to, even going so far as to confess in heartache of his seduction of Hermione Granger. “She deserves so much better man. She’s smart man. Smart like Victoria, but even more so.” He stumbled over his words attempting to explain himself. “Look at me, I’m so damn stupid I can’t even fucking describe the woman that I am falling in love with. Shit.”

Remus could feel the frustration that poured from Harry as he fought to express himself. Sadly he finally spoke. “We are home Harry.” The engine to the Escalade finally going silent as Harry to took one last breathe before placing a hand on Remus’s shoulder.

“Thanks.” Said it all. One simple word that could express so many emotions and phrases at once, thanks spoke volumes when a book couldn’t have even began to explain what Harry meant.

“Same for you. So I hope Sirius is ok.” Remus grinned as he plucked the remains of the spliff from his ashtray, the attempt to change the subject easily understood by Harry.

“Word. I hope da big dog is ok.” Harry agreed. He felt slightly ashamed that he had been ranting and raving earlier, when his friend was in a hospital somewhere suffering.