  But that was besides the point, today he got the opportunity to have another lonely birthday. Tears welled up in his eyes that he forcibly put down, crying was for the weak. Needless to say he hated being lonely, lonely was boring and sad and he didn't want to be any of that. But the painful truth was he had little to no control over any of this, friends were hard to come by and trusted friends were a myth. He knew a few other street kids that he had a working relation with but nothing more. It was like a business, you sold whatever you had or blackmailed whoever you could, or bribe those who need a little more incentive to help you. Harry was far from the top of the food chain but that didn't stop him from annoying those higher then him. He still had the scar from the last time he insulted one of the high end leaders.