Chino Randa A HP Fanfiction ~ Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 ~ Chino Randa (This is out of who's view its being written) ------------------------------------------ I walk through the streets of London, picking pockets here and there. You would probably assume that I would feel bad about it but I don't feel bad about it, maybe I should but I don't, I never do. These rich jerks could afford it anyways. Hell, In a way its just charity one that they don't know they're giving stuff too but still a charity. Bones, Goldie, Shadow, Lucy, Lacey and me all need food and I'm just doing my part, earning my keep whatever you call it. Its a pretty common and important part on the streets, being a pickpocket is one of the only ways we could get money which we need to live, aside from the monthly fights and being a Pickpocket there really aren't many ways to earn your keep. The streets of London are filled with homeless people and the children well we tend to align ourselves to groups. Most of us are runaways running away from bad parents, orphanage, foster home you take your pick. Of course we normally all keep in our separate territories but every month a chosen fighter from each group fights to win in the ring. People just looking for some buzz come and they bet and gamble so in the end the winning group gets that games money.... But unfortunately the money never lasts for long, all 6 of us need food, water, medicine and normally blankets or something to keep us warm in the cold nights especially in Winter. Winter on the streets is brutal and even though my group and I live in a small broken down theatre it doesn't make as much of a difference as we would hope it would. The cold always finds a way inside and one single little cold breeze could be the end for you then, that had been how Ross died, A feeling of sadness comes but I box it away its just how I deal with my feelings, I don't let anything show keeping a smile on my face to blend in with the crowd. In the past few years I've learned that keeping your emotions hidden is a necessity if you want to survive. I start separating myself from the crowd, Atlas my cat laying his head on my shoulder, my now heavier coat telling me to go back to the theatre, my coat isn't in that good shape and I know that if it gets too heavy it would be in danger of breaking apart. I don't want to imagine what would happen if suddenly everything that I stole would all just fall to the floor in the middle of London, out in the open giving the victims (I guess of my skills) a reason to chase me and call the police and that would be baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Suddenly I feel a strong icy grip take hold of my shoulder and I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. I turn around meeting eyes with a pale man with very oily black hair, a large nose and a round face with a scowl on his face. “Are you Chino Randa?” He asks coldly. Immediately I tense at the mention of my name, not many people know my real name and it felt kind of weird hearing it not having heard it for about 5-6 years. " yes that's me" I say trying to think of an exit plan, he hands me a letter " This is your acceptance letter to Hogwarts" Red Flags go off in my head, this guy must be crazy I've never heard of any Wart place before. I pocket it putting it in with the rest of the loot and Immediately I yell, pointing "OH MY GOD" somewhere ,he looks to where I had pointed to and I quickly break into a sprint, disappearing in the crowd. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Severus Snape When he was told to collect the girl he didn't expect a girl that looked like a street urchin walking around with a coat that barely looked like it was staying in one piece and with a cat that looked so terrible that it could rival Ms. Norris. The child's eyes which were cold and calculating, not showing any emotion which isn't very normal for someone so young, she was intriguing. Most of all though he had never expected her to run away no one had ever done that before at a retrieval. Ahh now he would have to come back tomorrow and wait for her, next time she would be walking around the place and next time he wouldn't fall for any of her tricks.