Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all relating characters do not belong to me. Characters that do belong to me are probably ideas from somewhere else.

Tile: The Street Life

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Um....power points and keys don't mix....OH you mean about the story let's see well there is a bit of course language, rape mention and drug and alcohol use.

Summary: Totally AU. The Dursley's abandon Harry on the streets at age one and Harry is found by a few other street kids. Harry is raised by them in the rough side of town and lives life without knowing he is a wizard or what his name is. He doesn't go to Hogwarts but instead he finds out three years later when Sirius Black is freed and comes to find him.

A/N: There have been a few other stories about Harry being abandoned on the street but this is my version and I hope it's a bit different. There is no Slash in this story, I don't have a problem with gays it's just I can't write slash and it's not my cup of tea. I would also like to acknowledge that I am not British and have never been to Britain so I dunno what it's like. I also have yet to meet a street kid so I dunno how they talk, I've made them talk very slang type lingo.

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Preface

Harry Potter never knew he was a wizard. In fact Harry Potter never knew his own name. Why? Because on the night Harry was left at the Dursley's Dumbledore did not realize that while Petunia Dursley would have let Harry into her home, her husband Vernon would not stand for it. So on the night after Harry Potter was left on the Dursley's doorstep, he was thrown onto the streets of London to die. But he didn't. A gang of orphan's and runaways picked Harry up and decided to raise him as one of their own. That was when Harry Potter became Bolt.

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Chapter 1

"Yo Bolt wake up" Zazza shoved the sleeping boy.

Bolt grumbled and sat up; Bolt was rather a skinny thirteen year old though very brown due to being out in the sun a lot. He had messy black hair that look as if it was cut with hedge clippers, which was partly right, they had been safety scissors. He looked rather filthy too and wore clothes that had been nicked from the Salvation Army bin. (A/N: I'm Australian, I dunno if they have the Salvo's there but bare with me here). He was named Bolt because of the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Cum on Bolt, we have to scavenge some food" Zazza grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. Zazza was sixteen; he'd been with the group since he was kicked out of his foster home at age four. Zazza was a dark skinned boy who was very tall.

"Yeah Bolt, I'd like to eat some food this centaury" Blondie said from the corner of the room. Blondie was thirteen and had gotten her name because of her white blonde hair. She was very thin and she had an innocent look about her but was anything but. She was a fierce fighter and never let a male took advantage of her. She'd become a part of the gang when she was eight when she runaway from home because her father beat her.

Bolt rubbed his hair and yawned. He was one of the very few of the gang that had been here since he'd been a baby. He had no story, he was found and they named him Bolt because of his scar.

"I'm comin' 'old up" He said, getting out of bed, which was a tattered sleeping bag.

"Rob and Mitch want us to get some breakfast and then go to the bottle shop, you know the deal" Blondie explained.

Bolt nodded, Rob and Mitch were twenty-one, the oldest of the group. They were the leaders and organized everything. They all had to pull their weight. Rob and Mitch often sold drugs for a dealer by the name of The Shark. They made a fair bit of money for it. Bolt, Zazza and Blondie usually stole from the bottle shop and sold the stuff to the snobby kids of St. Stephanie's, a school that was in the upper class part of London.

"What do we feel like for brekkie?" Zazza said.

"Hmmmm........pancakes, from Zoë's are maybe?" Blondie cracked a mischievous grin.

"How about you Bolt?" Zazza asked as they walked down the rough street of London.

"Pancakes sound good" Bolt said.

They walked along the grubby London streets until they came to a small café with a large neon sign that read Zoë's. They pushed the door open and walked in. It was busy, which was good, they wouldn't notice them taking the pancakes. They weren't exactly stealing but they were buying them either. Zoë's served a breakfast meal called the pancake pile. Which it was exactly, a pile of five pancakes and no one usually finished it, so they'd leave at least two pancakes untouched. That was when they usually sat down and helped themselves. A woman dressed in a grey business suit was just sitting down to eat her pancakes, Bolt, Blondie and Zazza leaned against the wall opposite her and waited for her to finish. Just as they had suspected, she'd left three pancakes plus one she'd half eaten. She looked like a woman who wouldn't eat a lot. She got up and began to walk out, that was when they all got on the table and sunk their teeth into the pancakes. They wouldn't touch the one she'd half eaten; they were not that hard up. Bolt loved the taste of maple syrup as it trickled down your throat. They had to finish quickly before someone noticed them. When they were finished they made their way to the bottle shop.

"Okay just grab whatever you can, don't look for the best stuff" Zazza told them

"Zaz, we've been doing this for about two years, I think we know how to do it" Blondie remarked.

Bolt laughed and Zazza punched him. "Shut up Bolt"

"Are we going to have Blondie distract them or are we just going to grab some and run?" Bolt asked as they grew nearer.

"Depends who's on" Zazza said.

The bottle shop was actually a large shed that you'd drive into, get out, pick up a case of what you wanted, paid for it and drove off. They were too ways they'd get some alcohol, they'd either get Blondie to distract the cashier and they could take a fair few cases and put them in the alley behind the shop until Blondie finished or they would all grab a case each and run for their lives. Blondie was currently looking around the corner to see who was working.

"It's the guy from last week, I guess we're running" Blondie said

Bolt, Zazza and Blondie walked over casually to some cases and with one swift movement they each grabbed a case each and ran. They ran down the street for a few meters until they were positive no one had seen them. Then they began the long hike to St. Stephanie's.

"It's weird we didn't get caught this time and usually someone sees us" Blondie said

"Maybe people are getting stupider or something" Zazza suggested

Bolt rolled his eyes "Dude you need to go to school, Stupider isn't a word"

"Yeah it is" Zazza argued

Blondie rolled her eyes as the two of them continued to argue about whether or not it was a word. You could tell when they had left the dodgy part of London, the buildings weren't falling apart and people were better dressed. They stuck out like soar thumbs in the upper class part of London, they were getting a few nasty glares as they walked through the city but they didn't seem to care. The school year had started about a week ago and already the stuck up snobs of St. Stephanie's wanted to get drunk already. Stopping outside the school walls, Bolt got on Zazza's shoulders and looked over the large grey brick wall. He seemed to be waving at someone then he jumped down.

"Mannford saw me, him and his gang are coming" Bolt said.

"What you got?" A large head said over the fence.

Blondie looked at the cases, "cheap shit beer, vodka and brandy"

"How much you asking?" The boy asked

"Twenty for the beer, thirty five for the brandy and forty five for the vodka" Blondie answered.

The boy whispered to someone on the other side of the fence then looked back at them.

"I'll take the Vodka and the beer" He said gruffly.

"Know anyone who'd want brandy?" Zazza asked

"Yeah, Jill and her friends" the boy answered

"Pay up then call 'em over" Blondie said

The boy handed Bolt some notes and he passed them to Zazza, Bolt couldn't count. Blondie passed the two cases to them and they disappeared for a while. Soon a nasty looking red head had appeared

"You got some brandy?" she asked

"Yeah"

"How much you want?" she asked

"Thirty five" Blondie replied coolly

The girl handed over the notes and she took the case.

Zazza had counted the money "Good job, what do we do now?"

"I need some new clothes, who's up for raiding the Salvo's bin?" Blondie asked

"I'm in need of some new shoes" Zazza said, gesturing towards his mouldy sneakers.

"Cool let's go" Blondie said.

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"Azkaban is such a horrible place" Fudge thought as he walked through the cell. He clutched his newspaper that he had been reading on the ride over here tightly. Passing by the dirty cells a hoarse voice asked "Are you done with the newspaper Minster Fudge?"

He stopped and turned toward where the voice had come from. Gazing into the cell he could make out the figure of Sirius Black. "Are you done with it? I missing doing the crossword"

Fudge looked so surprised at this, he sounded normal. He actually sounded bored. "yes here" He said throwing the newspaper in and walking off.

Sirius picked up the paper and looked at the front cover. He gasped when he saw the picture. It was Pettigrew; he'd know that rat anywhere. He quickly read the article.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE DRAW

Arthur Weasley, head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Prize Galleon Draw. A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, 'We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works for Gringotts Wizarding Bank.' The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.

Sirius stared at the picture, that boy, the one with the rat, he would have been about Harry's age now. Sirius looked at the date, Harry would be thirteen, he wondered how Harry liked Hogwarts and living with Muggles. Sirius felt a burning determination in him now, he had to show Harry and the world that he was innocent.

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