-Street King-

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Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or the game Saints Row (Some things are used from the game)

WARNING:

Violence

Drug use

Sexual references

And Character bashing

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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

*Small sounds*

(Authors notes)

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(I need to tell you all that Harry is a metamorph and can change his appearance if he wanted to, but just made himself look older in the first chapter. Also I'm planning on Harry being a sociopath. One last thing, Harry's street name is James Saint, but the higher up members know his real name.)

London Gazette

James Saint found guilty, Still goes free

In a shocking turn of events, James Saint, better known as The Street King, leader of the notorious street gang known as The Saints, was busted out just moments before the guilty verdict was read by a group of heavily armed assailants believed to be higher ranking Saints. The daring attack on our courthouse left numerous dead, including five police officers, a lawyer and one judge; all viciously gunned down. Details on how this was able to happen are sketchy and police have yet to release a statement.

"Hmm," Exclaimed Harry, folding the paper up and dropping it on the table beside his 9mm pistol. Pushing himself back he propped his feet up onto the table and leaned back until his head met the cold white stone wall of his office before he let out a sigh and thought back to what had caused all this.

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It had all started 13 years ago when his oh so loving parents abandoned him at St. Mary's orphanage. At first he was treated like any other kid at the orphanage but when strange things like flickering lights, busting glass, and floating objects started happening when he got mad at age five, the caretakers there singled him out, calling him a freak, saying that he was unholy and forced him to stay in a small room with only a ratty mattress and a small barred window.

For the next four years (Age 9) the constant silence and loneliness really took its toll on Harry, with the only human contact being the three small meals that a stern looking old woman brought to him daily, he soon felt himself changing on the inside. He found himself unable to truly care for anything other than himself and even started hearing voices at night; cold, hateful voices that urged him to do horrible things. He ignored the voices as best he could but when the old woman was replaced by a younger girl who tried to molest him and hit him when he tried to stop her. He snapped.

The next time the girl started touching him, he willed all his hatred, all his sadness, and all his darkness towards the girl. He heard sound of glass shattering, wood creaking and cracking, then screaming. The last thing he could remember was staring at the blood covered sign that said St. Mary's then at the burning building before thinking about what the girl told him while she molested him, 'You don't belong here, you're no saint, nobody will care about what I do to you'

Glaring at the flaming orphanage, one thought went through his mind, 'I'll show you who's a saint'

(St. Mary's is a vary religious orphanage that hates anything viewed as unholy, and the young girl didn't see anything wrong with raping an unholy freak child)

When he woke up, Harry found himself in a gutter somewhere away from the orphanage in a more rundown part of London. (He did an accidental apparition) After that, he lived on the streets for a year (Age 10) until he really started controlling and using the strange power he had. The first time was when he was attacked by another homeless person for the moderate amount of money that he was able to collect over the year and somehow the man was able to get his hands on a old stub-nose revolver that he probably stole and pulled it on him before demanding that Harry give him the money. When Harry refused, being vary possessive of his property, the man shot. But instead of killing Harry, the bullet stopped and backfired, killing the would-be thief.

Unknown to Harry or the now dead man, another man was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. It was Johnny Gat, dressed in a pair of gray pinstripe pants, black dress shoes, and a tight purple shirt, he was a gun carrying, trigger happy psychopath who would rather shoot first and ask questions when he ran out of bullets. The same person who was now his number one enforcer and closest comrade. At first Harry tried to kill Gat with the mans revolver when he revealed himself but stopped after he ran out of ammo... and when Gat pulled out a silver desert eagle, telling him that he only wanted to talk but would waste him if he didn't stop. After that they became good friends, Harry explained what had happened to him and in an uncharacteristic show of kindness, Gat offered to let him stay with him.

For the next two years (Age 12) Gat taught Harry how to fight on the streets, using the environment and any dirty trick to win; ranging from sneak attacks to straight up brawling. He also taught him how to shoot with any gun that he could hold, from pistols to rifles and the occasional RPG. They also started a small crew, but over time when they recruited more and more people, they finally decided to make it official on the streets by taking over the small part of London that they stayed in most and canonizing the rest of the crew, allowing them to become Saints.

Officially, canonization is an act where the Christan Church declares a deceased person to be a saint and entitled to be fully honored as such.

Unofficially, it was where a person is attacked by a group of people and is either beaten for a set amount of time, or beats the other people, either way you earn your colors and are allowed to call yourself a Saint. Blood in, Blood out

Harry was the first to step up to be canonized and to everyone but Gat's amazement, he beat the six people who he had to fight quickly and then participated in the next few fights before helping them up off the ground and welcoming them into the Saints.
They officially named the gang that night, it was out of their new found respect for the mature young man that they named the gang after him or rather the name he wanted to be known as on the streets. That night, James Saint was born and the Saints became a force to be reckoned with.

For the next year (Age 13), the Saints fought against the other major gangs of London, proving their dominance over the others by doing things that other gangs wouldn't dare do; like kidnap government officials and kill cops. There was nothing anyone could really do against them and a year later, on Harry's fourteenth birthday, he personally killed the leader of their final rival gang who wouldn't bow down and submit to them, then took over the remaining territories, making him the Street King. London was finally his.

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

The sound of someone knocking on his door broke him out of his thoughts. Sitting up. Harry flipped the safety on his pistol and calmly called out, "What?"

"Boss... Lucius Malfoy is here"

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ERIC'S NOT THE CHOSEN ONE!?" yelled lilly, who was doing a great impression of Molly when she got mad.

Dumbledore, who she was yelling at simply told her to calm down, "What I mean is that young Eric wasn't the one who destroyed Voldemort"

James, who was holding Lilly from jumping at the aged headmaster, looked at him in confusion. "Of course he did, you said so yourself,"

Sighing and looking twice as old as he normally did, he spoke, "Everyone was in a rush and it was so confusing. Learning of Peters betrayal and that the children were in danger, especially with the prophecy looming over us... but when I leaned of the dark lords fall to the light and made my decision I was overjoyed and never fully investagated, but recent occurrences have lead me to question my previous decision. Upon asking young Eric to look at the memory of that night... well I saw that it wasn't Eric who survived the killing curse, but his older brother Harry"

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"Mr. Malfoy, how nice to see you again," Greeted Harry.

He and Lucius had met up a few years ago when he had just turned eleven, Lucius was being harassed by a group of thugs from another rival gang and Harry just happened to come by with his friend Gat. In the end, Lucius saw the boy use wandless magic and offered to help train him in magic. After all a boy as young as him doing wandless magic like that would be a great ally. Then asked for an alliance between the Saints and his family, and possibly his master Voldemort, whom they were trying to bring back.

"Like-wise Harry," he answered taking the seat across from him and looking around, "Your new office looks a lot better than before,"

The floors and walls were made of smooth white stone matched nicely with the purple rug that covered the middle. On top of the rug was a couch facing a stripper pole and behind the couch was Harry's desk which faced the pole. The corner farthest from them had a nice sized bar stocked with bottles ranging from cheap beer, hard liquor, expensive imported sake, and fine wine lining the shelves. Then lastly was the round poker table that they sat at with six chairs surrounding it

"Wandless transfiguration isn't that hard once you get the hang of it... but enough of that, do you need something?"

Taking a second to compose himself, Lucius sopke, "Harry, the dark lord wishes to meet with you to work out a possible alliance"

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY'S STILL ALIVE!?"

Dumbledore blinked twice before rubbing his ear, he along with the Potters (Minus Eric) had decided to tell the order in hopes of getting some help in somehow locating the long lost boy, but what they didn't expect was for Sirius to jump up and yell so loudly.

James and Lilly looked embarrassed, well James did, Lilly was nearly in tears. The long suppressed motherly love and affection for her first born was finally rearing its head.

"You told me that he died James" Sirius snarled making James look down, Sirius hardly ever used his real name unless he was really pissed.

"Why did you lie to me James?"

Everyone was silent, not wanting to turn him to turn his fury on them.

"WELL!" Sirius demanded, nearly knocking his kitchen table over.

"Because, we thought that if we could train Eric to fight Voldemort if he returned, when we finished we could bring Harry back. We didn't want Harry to see his brother getting special training and get jealous or for Eric to see Harry living a normal life and having fun while he had to study and train" he answered in a quite voice, only now realising how stupid that sounded.

Sirius seemed get madder and madder but took a vary deep breath, "Then why didn't you let me keep him, You did name he his godfather after all, I spent thirteen years mourning his death and here you come saying that he was alive all this time, saying that you sent him to a MUGGLE orphanage... I hate you, I loved him like he was my own, named him my heir AND YOU DO THIS SHIT... from this moment forth; I, Sirius Orion Black, head of the Black family, wash my hands of you and sever any ties that I have with James Potter personally, so mote it be"

The room flashed white and the sound of something being cut by a pair of scissors echoed across the room. When the light died down everyone stared between James who looked like he was in both physical and emotional pain, and Sirius who looked vary serious before stalking out of the room and flooing away without a word to the leaky coldron.

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"Alright, let's go" Harry said standing abruptly.

Lucius blinked, "Now?" he questioned, not expecting him to be ready to go so soon.

Harry looked at him blankly, "Yeah, now"

"In that?" Lucius asked, pointing to his clothes.

Harry looked down at his baggy bluejeans and tight wife-beater shirt before slowly looking up at, giving him a scary 'watch yourself or die' look, "What's wrong with how I dress?"

Lucius felt his blood run cold, even Voldemort couldn't go from calm and friendly to calm, cold and pure evil like the boy in front of him could. The sharp deadly glint in his eyes that glowed as intense as the killing curse.

"Ah...ah" he shuddered trying to think of a way to save his ass from being cursed or shot at with one of those muggle weapons Harry always had with him.

Harry stood and took a menacing step forward, making Lucius press back into his chair before dropping the whole pissed off look and breaking out into a smirk. "I'm just fucking with ya, I was planing on changing anyway" he told him before walking past him and out of the room, leaving a pale Lucius Malfoy sitting in his chair.

30 minutes later, Harry walked back in dressed in black shoes and a clean pair of blue jeans held up by a black belt with a silver cross shaped buckle. His shirt was a black short-sleeve button up shirt that he left partly open, showing off one of his many tattoos, this one being a small Gothic cross on his chest.

"What took you so long?" Lucius asked setting a glass of muggle liquor and a half full bottle that he wanted to try while waiting, down on the bar.

"You know that my crew busted me out during my trial yesterday right and that i was stuck in a cell for a week heavily guarded" he asked walking up to the bar and picking up the bottle before taking a gulp of it.

Finishing off the glass that he poured himself, Lucius nodded.

"Well lastnight, I had a wild time with one of the more... loyal girls in the crew and she woke up while I was getting dressed then jumped me," Harry told him after taking one more gulp and sitting the bottle down, "and a half drunk fangirl giving you a blowjob right when she wakes up isnt the best thing in the world, I have fucking bite marks on my dick"