The Trio in Saints Row

The trio had just arrived at Stilwater airport. "I'm hungry!" Ron said.

Hermione looked at him and said, "We'll find food, as long as we get to the room first."

Stilwater airport was packed. People were everywhere, and there were so many, that every other step they took, they tended to trip over a solitary suitcase or a wandering child. When they finished going through all the lines, they got a taxi and went off to the apartment where they would rent a room. During the drive to the apartment, Harry looked out the window and saw the city. Tons of skyscrapers, apartments and shops. "This city is amazing!" Harry said.

The taxi driver replied in a deep voice, "You may say that now, but with all the gangs going out at each other, it's hell."

Ron looked confused. "What do mean gangs?" he asked.

"They're four of them, Los Carnales, Westside Rollers, Vice Kings and the Saints," the driver told them

"Saints doesn't sound so bad," Hermione replied.

"Yeah, right, wait till you see them. There aren't that many left, though."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

"Well, you'll see them by The Row, that's where they all hang out. In fact, that's the only place you'll find them." The driver went on talking about the Saints as if he was one of them. When they arrived at The Row, they saw the Saints. Mean-looking, muscular, skinny, fat, there were many types of Saints in The Row. Also, they saw the old abandoned church; it was full of graffiti, and wooden planks covered the windows. But mysteriously, the doors weren't covered with planks. Harry and Hermione were the only one's who noticed. Ron just stared at them as if they were total strangers.

"Here we are!" the driver exclaimed. The apartment was dull and dirty with red brick walls and a green door.

"This place looks horrible," Hermione complained.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said. "As long as we find him."

"What if we don't?" Ron asked.

Harry did not reply. When they went in, the place looked nicer inside than outside, though the lobby was small. One table in the middle, two sofas, the lobby desk, and a chair that looked so old it would crumble if anyone sat on it were the only furniture.

"Welcome to apartment 505. How may I help you?" The attendant sounded as if she hated her job.

"Yes, we bought a room already. It's under Potter."

"Yeah, I found it. Just follow me." The attendant looked pale, as if she was sick. She also had the face of a ghost; she really looked like she was suffering a long-term incurable disease. "Here, room 452. Rent is forty dollars every week; enjoy your stay in apartment 505." Once the trio went in she closed the door hard, but no too hard.

"At least the room looks good," Ron said.

Hermione went to the window to see the landscape. When she opened the curtains, the only view they had was the old abandoned church. Hermione called to Harry. He looked out the window, and as he saw the church, he felt a strong need to go there all of a sudden. He told Hermione that, although he had no reason. It was just a feeling. As the day went on, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were talking about school and old memories about Hogwarts. They kept on talking through the whole day and night; they did not want to go out because of the gangs roaming around the city. Even though they had magic, they did not want to use it for protection, because if anyone found out about who they really were, it might ruin the chances of finding Harry's brother.

As they were about to go to bed, Harry glanced out the window to get a last glimpse of the church. Soon after, he was fast asleep.

Just outside of the window were Julius and Troy. "He looked like Jack," Troy said.

"Yeah, that's why were gonna bring him to the Saints," Julius said.

"Are you fuckin' serious?! We can't! He's just a kid!"

"Well, so is Jack, Troy. Have you ever thought of that, you shithead?!"

"Yeah... but he's..." Troy stuttered in confusion. "FINE! Shit, were so fuckin' dead."

Julius and Troy headed back towards the church. As they walked, they saw a couple of their fellow Saints. They shook hands hastily and went off to the church. When they got there, Troy looked at Julius and asked, "Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"No, but I'm sure Jack will be happy to see him," Julius immediately replied.

Troy opened the door of the church. Julius went in first, closely followed by Troy and the other two.

The next day, Harry woke up and went to the window to see the church. In his mind, he pictured that if he went to the church he would see his brother, and they would greet each other as if time hadn't gone by. It would have been the best day of his life. As he kept looking and thinking, he suddenly came up with an idea. "Let's go out," Harry said.

Ron immediately woke up and replied, "Bloody hell! Are you crazy?! What about the gangs?!"

Hermione also immediately woke up and said, "My thoughts exactly!"

"Well, will you expect him to come into this room and greet us good morning?" Harry replied. "No, we have to go outside and find him ourselves."

They dressed up, got some money, and went off to find his brother.