Love In the Dark
To put it politely, Harry was a prostitute; his only friends were theives and other dubious people. Then he gets his Hogwarts letter.
Major underage stuff, obviously. More than a little BDSM, and Harry is quite the Queen. No one has really seen anyone like him in the wizarding world before...
HP/SS, mainly, but Harry's a huge flirt in this one. Who knows?
Harry quite liked the dark. He was far from afraid of it, unlike most children his age. He was hardly afraid of anything, it seemed. He had been living in London for his whole life. His earliest memories were of the orphanage, where the other children were terrified of him and the nuns wouldn't meet his eyes.
He left one day, and they had the good sense not to report it. He wasn't a terrible child, or downright cruel to others, but he was frightening when he did not mean to be. He had dark hair and glittering emerald eyes, with thin lips and a small upturned nose. He was quite attractive looking, but he transformed when he was angry into something more cold, calculating. Scary. He also had a lightning bolt scar over his right brow. He didn't know where it came from. He often covered it with makeup, or a hat- such a marking would make him more recognizable.
He lived on the street because he chose to- he had been taken in several times by a number of 'good Samaritans'. One had been a drunk, and mistakenly thought of him as her dead daughter. Another was a drug dealer, and thought Harry was a good Runner. He didn't mind the exercise, although that led to his next 'guardian'- he'd been traded for goods to a guy who dealt in guns.
It was a bad place to be. He got out of there quickly. He preferred living where he didn't have to depend on others- he could just walk away any time he liked. He hung out with the prostitutes, and by the time he was ten, he'd been 'led astray' by a number of 'Johns'.
He knew exactly how to do it too. The men asked for several things, usually. One, where he struggled and fought, pretending that it was unwilling- a vicious fight where he inevitably succumbed. Two- he was compliant and meek, submitting completely. Three- where he and the 'John' went to a public place and did a wholesome activity together…it usually led to hurried couplings in awkward places.
Despite his age, and small stature- people knew not to mess with him. People had the nasty habit of getting evicted, arrested, or a number other bad things happen to them if they had treated the boy wrong- they were convinced that Harry was cursed.
The thing was, Harry was not cursed. It was just his nature. Each person that treated him ill would inevitably meet their downfall- he called it a 'cosmic retribution.' He knew that his abilities were not normal- that he was not normal. But he'd always thought that. He had resigned to be abnormal from a very young age, and frankly, his abilities had saved his life more than once.
The thing was, these people who mistreated him were nothing to those who he would meet in the very near future. And he would soon find out exactly why he was so special.
Harry sat in the park, sitting on a bench. It was dawn, nearly, and he enjoyed the sight of watching the sun's colors fill the skies with purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows. He then noticed an owl flying- he quite liked owls. However, it seemed to be a bit late in the night/early in the morning for it to be flying about.
He was wearing a large coat to keep him warm in the chilled night air- under it, he wore something more risqué- a pair of rather short shorts, a plain shirt, socks, and neatly polished shoes. His hair curled about his shoulders prettily, something that had drawn more than one customer his way. The coat covered his outfit, only leaving a bit of his legs bare, leaving him to look like a respectable young person out for a walk.
He was impeccably clean- he had to be. He had seen some of the others let themselves go, and did not want to go that route. Perhaps it was just an affect of how cleanliness was drilled into him by the nuns. One pocket held candy, the other full of condoms, and the inside pocket had his gun. Strapped to his arm was a switchblade.
The owl was heading straight for him, he realized. He blinked in surprise as the animal perched on the bench, and lifted its leg.
He rose a brow, and took the small scroll from it. It hooted softly, and then flapped it's wings, and then soared once more into the lightening sky.
He opened the letter, and began to read.
Harry J. Potter
Smallest Bench, Laverty's Gardens, West End
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Harry stared at the letter. It could be a joke, but who would play a joke on him? He frowned slightly. How was he to get an owl? That one that had delivered the letter had just flown off.
He slid the letter into his coat pocket, with his candy. He got up from the bench, and brushed himself off, and then left to go find someone that could give him some answers. The sun had fully risen by the time he had found his way to Gary Thomas' place. He was the go-to guy for just about anything- so maybe he would know if this was a prank or not.
He knocked on the door, and he could hear muffled yelling. He frowned, and the door opened, revealing one of Gary's sons. Gary had six sons, and none of them looked like him. From what Harry knew, their various mothers had been prostitutes, and he'd taken them in. They were Pickers.
Dean grinned widely as he saw Harry. "Hey babe! Long time no see!"
Harry went in, and Dean kissed him on the cheek. Harry looked over to see the other boys shoveling their meager breakfast in their mouths, and Gary was stone-faced, a letter in his hand.
"Hey Gary. I thought you might be able to help me…did I come at a bad time?" Harry asked softly.
Dean gave a Look to his father. "Some practical joke or somethin'. I got a letter this morning, from an owl of all things!"
Harry's eyes widened and he took out the letter from his pocket. "I did too!"
Gary straightened in surprise, and compared their letters. "Well, this one's a bit diff'rent. Says that they're goin' to visit Dean in the next couple of days to show him 'round." The man spoke lowly.
"Show him around where?"
Dean shrugged. "No clue. It's kind of odd. You don't really think somebody would play a joke like this?"
Harry took his letter back, and slipped it into his pocket. "No idea." His stomach rumbled, and he glanced at the oatmeal in the large pot. One of the boys got seconds.
He looked away from it, and gave a slight smile to Dean. "You wouldn't mind me joining you guys, then? I don't know why they didn't do the same for me."
Gary shrugged, and went to the cupboards. "You need anything, babe? I've got a couple of pocketbooks here, if you're interested."
Harry had a thing for girl's clothes. Call it a fetish, or an obsession, but he really liked them. The bag was handed over to him. It was made of soft leather- it smelled new. Black, with silver studs. One of the boys Picked it, obviously.
He was handed the other bag- a soft brown corduroy, with a pale yellow lining. Brown leather straps. "This one. How much?"
"For you, hon, 2 Pence." Gary said with a wink.
Harry gave him a slight smile, and pulled the bag on. "Love it. Goes with my jacket." He handed over the money, looking giddy. "I'll be around tomorrow, in case those people come by."
Gary nodded, and Dean asked. "Um…anything weird ever happen to you? Like breaking stuff and you don't know how it happened? Or, um, making stuff change color?"
Harry blinked. "Well, lots of weird things happen to me. You?"
Dean nodded, looking down at his feet. "I, um, was just wondering. You think this school will teach us how to be Gandalf and all that shit?"
Harry giggled. "I don't think you or I could pull that look off. Would be pretty wicked if we could blow stuff up, though." He winked at Dean. "See you." He gave a slight nod to Gary. "See you later, Mr. Thomas."
"Gary. How many times do I have to tell that to you, baby?" Gary said, stroking his hair with beefy fingers. Dean looked away, frowning, and Harry looked down at his feet.
"Gary. Well, I'll see you around, then." Harry left quickly after that. He walked quickly down the street and around the corner, to the little abandoned flat he was staying in, at the moment.
It was a nice little place, a place to stay until its owners returned from their holiday. He took a long shower, and cleaned up for the day. He read the funnies in the paper for a bit, and then went out to get some breakfast.
By lunchtime, he was having his second meal of the day, and had 400P in his other inside pocket. He smiled cheerfully at the John he was dining with, and drank a bit of his milk. The John smiled indulgently at him.
"So, what are you good at in school?" The man asked, glasses flashing in the overhead light as he tilted his head slightly.
Harry started to cut his chicken, pretending to be lost in thought. "I quite like arithmetic. I think, though, that reading is my favorite. I love stories." He hadn't been to school in quite some time. He was a good liar. Those men just ate it up.
The man watched him eat, and he pretended not to notice. "What sort of stories do you like the most?"
Harry shrugged. "Adventure stories. I like comics too. If you had a super power, what would it be?" He kept conversation pretty tame with Johns like this- they liked it more.
The man chuckled, and the waitress came back with their ice cream as soon as he finished his chicken. It was always ice cream, it seemed. Men had a thing about seeing him eat ice cream, for the obvious reasons.
"Well, I would have to say, I would love to fly." The man replied, watching Harry eat the ice cream with slightly narrowed eyes.
Harry smiled, and gave it a long lick. "Oh? Just fly? Not on a broomstick or anything?"
"There's no such thing as magic, little one."
Harry grinned, and set the dish aside. Okay, he needed to hurry this up a bit. "Oh, I believe in it. Want to see?" The man quirked an eyebrow, and paid the bill. They left the diner quickly, and then went up the road, where he parked his car behind a building.
As Harry came up for air, he breathed into the man's ear, licking his lips- "That's magic."
The man looked at him with lust filled eyes. "How much for more?"
"200P, love." He whispered, stroking the man's shoulders and neck, kissing his cheek and earlobe.
"Hmm…damn. I don't have that much on me. 100P?"
Harry gave him a slight shake of the head. "With 100P, all you're getting is what you got. Sorry."
The man's lust turned into anger. "What? I paid for lunch, surely…"
"If I tell you its okay, others will too. I've got some standards, you know." Harry said flatly. The man kicked him out of the car, and shoved his jacket into his arms. He shoved the 100P into Harry's hand, and then closed the car door.
Harry quickly pulled his coat on, and put the money in his pocket. He walked away before the man could get any more ideas.
Minerva McGonagall knocked on the Thomas' door, taking in all the details around her. They were an obviously poor family, with a number of children. The door was opened, by a small child, looking up at her with wide eyes.
"Gary!" He yelled, and a large man came to the door. He looked half-drunk, and unshaven. The child looked nothing like the father. Minerva's lips thinned.
"Hello, I'm Minerva McGonagall, I'm Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts…is your son Dean at home?"
"Dean." The man grunted. "Yeah. I've got another kid here, too. A neighbor. He got that ruddy letter."
He let her inside, and she took in the threadbare looking kitchen and sitting room. There was a mess of children staring at the Telly with wide eyes, but they all looked to be too young to be first years. Where was their mother? Why did none of them look the same?
A black boy came out of a room with a white boy, and she knew instantly that these children were magical, and powerful, at that. It was their eyes, and the way they moved. The black boy was a bit tall for his age, and his hair was curly, untamed. He wore a sweatshirt and jeans. His brown eyes were dancing as he took in her robes.
The other child was wearing a large brown coat, and his black hair was curled about his shoulders, his bangs brushing into his eyes. He had glittering green eyes, and something…told her that they looked a bit familiar.
She gave them a small smile, and the black boy extended his hand. "Dean Thomas." He greeted, shaking her hand. He motioned to the other child beside him. "This is my friend, Harry."
The woman's eyes widened and she looked at the child again. "Harry Potter?"
The boy blinked up at her with those mesmerizing eyes. "Yes Ma'am." He gave her a small smile. "You sent the letter?"
"Why…yes, I did. I…wasn't expecting you to be here."
He blinked, and the boys exchanged a look. McGonagall shook her head, trying to get on the right track. "Well, I can take you both to get your school things, then."
"I've never seen a place where we can get wands." Dean said.
Minerva smiled. "Well, there's a special place where we go to get those. You see, the magical community is hidden. We've got shops, a hospital, the school, even a Ministry!"
The boy's eyes widened.
Gary spoke up, after taking a long draw from his beer bottle. "This school, they'll learn magic and stuff?"
Minerva nodded. "Correct." She looked to the children. "Have either of you done something you can't explain? Something that seemed a bit odd?"
They both nodded, but didn't give any details.
"That's magic. Accidental magic, to be precise. Going to Hogwarts will help you gain control of your magic. You will be trained, and eventually, you may be able to have a job in our community, perhaps as an Auror, or a Healer, or a number of other things!" She said brightly.
"What's an Auror?" Harry asked.
"A policeman, of sorts. Actually, Mr. Potter, your Father was training to be one when he died. I knew both of your parents, actually. I taught them when they went to school."
"Wait…my parents were magic too?" Harry breathed.
Minerva sighed. "Yes. I was very close with both of them before they died. Your Mother was a brilliant woman." She said quietly.
"How did they die?"
Minerva looked heavenward for a moment. "Your parents were murdered by a Dark wizard. This particular dark wizard had killed many people. In fact, he tried to kill you as well. You…have the scar?" She motioned vaguely to his brow.
Harry stiffened. "Yes."
"Well, somehow, you stopped him. And then the man died instead. You're actually rather famous in our world- which is why I'm so surprised that you are here."
Harry stared at her. "What? Why? Do I have other family or something?" Dean wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders as the other boy drew close to him.
Minerva frowned slightly. "You have an Aunt and Uncle, and a Cousin. They aren't' magical, though. I know for a fact that Headmaster Dumbledore placed you with them."
Harry shook his head quickly. "I was raised in an orphanage. Then I was placed with a Foster family."
The woman stared at the child. "Oh. Well, I shall investigate what happened. Now, to business."
She gave them a small smile. "I will take you to Diagon Alley to get your supplies today, if you like."
Dean looked over at Gary, who gave him a slight nod, and shuffled out of the room. Dean glanced at Harry, whose grip on his arm tightened in agreement.
"Alright. We'll go."
"Splendid. Now, follow me, children."
Harry and Dean followed McGonagall out of the shabby house, and onto the front walk. She drew out her wand.
"We're going to take the Knight Bus. It's a magical mode of transportation- it spans across the UK, and it will take you anywhere you need to be in almost no time at all."
She raised her wand, and a bright purple double decker bus arrived with a bang. The two children stared up at it, and glanced around. No one else seemed to notice it.
"Muggles cannot see it. Come along children." She ushered them onto the bus, and handed over some coins.
They sat down, and Harry eyed the coins. Minerva spoke up. "It's eleven sickles per person to ride the Knight Bus. We have Galleons, sickles, and Knuts. One Galleon is equal to 17 Sickles and 493 Knuts. One Galleon is equal to 5P."
"Is there a way to convert our money into…Galleons and the like?" Dean asked, eyeing the fat golden coin in her hands.
She nodded. "At Gringott's, our bank. It's run by Goblins, and it's one of the safest places in the world."
Goblins? The boys exchanged a quick glance.
"So are we going to do that today?" Harry asked.
"Actually, Mr. Potter, you have an estate that was left to you by your Parents. I'm not quite sure exactly how much is there, but it should be largely unchanged. However, I do not have your Vault key, so we cannot access it today."
"Oh." Harry said, thinking quickly about how much money he had in his pockets at the moment. He had 600P in his pockets (which was quite a bit, for him, considering he usually only carried about 100P or so. But he'd hit a bonanza early that morning.) He had more at his little flat. About 2300P or so.
He glanced at Dean, and knew the boy didn't have enough money on him to cover what ever it cost for supplies. "Dean, I'll cover us both today. You can pay me back later."
Dean gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks Harry."
Minerva was about to say something, when the bus screeched to a stop. "The Leaky Cauldron!"
She stood, and ushered the boys off of the bus. "Here we are, boys."
They stared at the pub dubiously.
"I know it doesn't look like it's much, but we have to be inconspicuous. Muggles aren't' able to see it. Come along."
They followed her into the pub. They stared wide eyed at all the robed figures, many of them greeting McGonagall by name, and her in return. As she showed them to the back entrance, she said quietly.
"The magical community is a small place. Everyone knows everyone, nearly- almost all of us attended Hogwarts. You'll be hard pressed to find anyone that didn't attend there in this country. Now…" She tapped her wand to the brick wall, and watched the boys gape as they opened- revealing a bustling place.
She led the way to Gringott's, hiding a smile at their shocked whispers and wide eyes. The two boys stopped as they saw the Goblins for the first time. She spoke to them quietly.
"The Goblins are terribly smart, and I wouldn't be rude to them, if I were you. They also have very good memories. I suggest you be courteous and polite, and don't stare at them too much."
Both boys nodded quickly, and followed her into the lobby. It had marble floors and vaulted ceilings, with huge candelabras. People were waiting in line to be waited on. Minerva led them to a line that had a number of people dressed in 'normal' clothes.
A man smiled at McGonagall. "Professor, how are you today?"
Minerva smiled back at him. "Mr. Higgs. I'm doing just fine. How is Angela and Terrance?"
"Fine, fine…" He glanced to the boys. "I see you've got a couple of new firsties there!"
She nodded, and motioned to them. "This is Dean Thomas, and Harry Potter."
The man shook Dean's hand, and blinked at Harry, shaking his. "Nice to meet you both. So, Dean, you are a muggle born?"
Dean glanced to McGonagall, who nodded. "They both grew up in the muggle world, Mr. Higgs."
Mr. Higgs smiled. "As did I! I'm a muggleborn myself you know. I still live in the muggle world, but I work at the Ministry here. So does my wife. My son is in his third year at Hogwarts."
He turned, and realized the woman in front of him had finished her business. "I'm up next. It was nice to meet you both." He gave them a smile, and his eyes lingered on Harry for a moment before he turned away.
Harry was used to people looking at him, but not like that. He glanced up at the Professor. The woman gave him a tight lipped smile. "I suggest not saying your name aloud, if you wish to keep from people staring."
"Oh." Harry said quietly.
After Mr. Higgs was finished with his business, the three of them went up to the counter. The Goblin stared at them with his beady eyes, glancing to Harry for a longer moment than the other two.
"Can I help you?" He growled.
Harry took out a wad of bills that he'd had folded neatly in his pocket. "I'd like to exchange this, please."
The Goblin took the wad of money into his claw, and counted it quickly. He was very fast- it only took a few moments. Minerva was frowning, probably thinking of why Harry would be carrying that much money around.
The Goblin put it into his drawer, and pressed a few buttons. He pulled a bag out of the same drawer, and set it on the counter. "120 Galleons. Anything else?"
Harry took the bag, and put it into his pocket. Minerva glanced at Dean, who shook his head. "No thank you." She said with a tight smile, and led them out of the bank. As soon as they left the lobby, Minerva turned to Harry.
"Where did you get that money?"
Harry blinked. "I do some odd jobs around the neighborhood. I've been saving up for a bike." He said, hoping she didn't know how much a bike cost.
Now that they had their money, the three of them started to buy their things. First on the list was their trunks. Instead of buying them new, both boys got theirs second-hand. They got their scales, telescopes, and other odds and ends next, then went to the book store.
Dean wasn't much of a reader, but Harry was. Both boys wanted to know as much as they could about this new place, and wanted to buy a couple of extra books that weren't on the list, but Minerva said that Hogwarts had a large library, and they wouldn't need to.
She did have them sign up for the Daily Prophet- it cost 5 Knuts a day. They then went to the Owl Emporium, and got their owls. Harry got a snowy white owl that he fell in love with, while Dean got a barn owl.
Then they went to get their wands. Minerva sat on a bench next to Harry while they watched Dean try out wands. She glanced down as the boy crossed his legs next to her, his coat opening slightly, exposing his legs. She frowning at the length of his shorts, but did not comment.
Dean beamed as he found his wand. It was 12 inches, made of oak, sturdy, with a dragon heartstring as a core. Then it was Harry's turn. They sat for a couple of hours while he tried wand after wand- the pile was fairly high as he finally found his.
It was made of Holly, 11 inches, with a phoenix feather core. Minerva was alarmed to find out that the boy's wand was a brother wand to Voldemort's, and vowed to tell Albus as soon as possible.
As they left the shop, they had one more stop to go- to get their clothes. Harry and Dean were fitted for their robes in quick order- Harry had to finally take his coat off. Minerva did not like Harry's clothes, and quietly said that they would need other clothes for when they did not have classes.
Both boys exchanged a look, and nodded.
That evening, Minerva returned to Hogwarts, and sat in Albus' office. Filius, Severus, Pomona, and Albus sat in their usual way, speaking about their days. Each of them visited the potential muggleborns each year in hopes that they would attend the school.
Flilus went on and on about a brilliant girl named Hermione Granger and her dentist parents, who had spent most of their time in the bookshop that morning. The parents were clearly indulgent, and loved their daughter.
Sprout had visited Megan Jones, a cheerful girl who'd grown up with just her Mother. They had many questions for the witch, and spent most of the day talking about Hogwarts- they would start their shopping the following day.
Severus, on the other hand, had visited a Justin Finch-Fletchly. The boy had many muggle friends, but his Father thought it would be better for him to go to Magical School. Severus was under the impression that Justin was a bit of a trouble maker, but he said that about all children. Then, it was Minerva's turn.
Minerva set her tea down. "Well, I went to Mr. Thomas' home early this morning. It was clear to me that they didn't have a lot of money. Mr. Thomas lives with his father, and five other boys. He says they are his brothers, but none of them look alike." She cleared his throat, and took another sip of tea, gathering herself.
"In fact, there was another boy there, a neighbor, who had also received one of our letters. Mr. Potter."
Albus' eyes widened. "He's in London?"
Minerva nodded, knowing that Albus had been searching for the boy for some time. "Yes, and he lives not too far away from Mr. Thomas, it seems. I do not think his Foster family has a lot of money either- his clothes were... they left something to be desired." She said delicately.
"The children were treated properly, weren't they?" Pomona asked.
Minerva looked down. "Well, Mr. Thomas, the boy's father, looked to be…drunk, when I arrived. Both boys were thin, but I didn't see any marks or anything." She frowned slightly.
"Anyways, I told them about the magical world. And I told Mr. Potter about his parents." She gave a Look to Dumbledore. "Apparently he was raised in an orphanage, and then he has lived with Foster families since then."
A grave looked passed over the wizard's face. "How was he?"
"He's got his Mother's eyes, and Father's hair, except longer. Other than that, though, he doesn't look like them. He's a bit shy, and quiet. I suspect he will be quite the reader- he wanted to buy extra books at Flourish and Blott's."
"He is polite, curteous, and hardworking. He had quite a bit of money he had earned from doing odd jobs around his neighborhood. He shared his money with Mr. Thomas because the boy didn't have any of his own. Mr. Thomas insisted that he pay Mr. Potter back when he had the money."
She looked thoughtful, and the others were silent, taking that in. "The boys seem to be extremely close. They have probably known each other for a while. Considering how comfortable Mr. Potter was at their house, I would not be surprised to find that he's a regular guest there."
"And Mr. Thomas' siblings? How did they take the news?" Albus asked.
Minerva shook her head with a sigh. "Didn't even look away from the Telly. I think the children aren't very close to Mr. Thomas or Mr. Potter."
"You said the Father was drunk?" Severus asked, frowning.
Minerva nodded, a look of distaste on her face. "Yes, early in the morning too. Mab, I hate muggles like him."
"How did the Father react to you, and the boys?" Severus asked.
Minerva shook her head. "Disinterested, it seemed. He left the room. He didn't even ask if he could come along. Nor did he ask when I would bring the children back."
Albus frowned. "How did the boys act to Diagon Alley? Frightened? Or excited?"
Minerva smiled. "Excited. Not frightened at all, it looked like. They kept getting distracted, however."
As the meeting closed, Minerva quietly spoke to Albus about Potter's wand. He didn't look surprised.
Harry sat up slowly, creeping out of Gary's bed. The man let out a loud snore. He pulled on one of the man's shirts, and then crept out of the room. Dean was on the couch, staring at the TV.
"You're still awake." Harry whispered, going to the boy's side.
Dean glanced at him, switching the channel. "Yeah. He asleep?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah." He sat next to the boy on the couch, and snuggled under the blanket with him. Dean sighed.
"Don't you hate it? When he…touches you?"
Harry glanced at his friend. They hadn't made it a secret what Harry did for a living. In fact, that was how Harry met Gary and the boys in the first place.
He shrugged. "I'm used to it."
Dean frowned at the TV. "You've got that money, in that bank. You don't have to do it anymore."
Harry sighed. "And then he'll go after the others." He said quietly.
Dean's eyes hardened. "They can leave, if they don't like it."
Harry hugged him. "I'm thinking about getting a place over there. That Leaky Cauldron has rooms. You wanna share?"
Dean frowned. "I still gotta pay you back for today."
Harry smiled. "I know. You always do. Tell you what, if you can pay me back by the time school starts, we'll be good. I'm going to go back to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and see if I can get a room or something. The offer is open, if you change your mind, okay?"
Dean nodded. "Thanks, baby."
Harry laughed. "You know, you're the closest thing I've got to a friend. If you liked boys, that'd be another story." He winked playfully.
Dean rolled his eyes, pushing him. "Fag."
Harry giggled. "Prat."
There's the first chapter. Hope you like. Please review!