MY ONE MISTAKE

Chapter One
~~five years later~~

“Raven.” No response.

“Raven.” Again.

Harry came out of his musings to see seven other Aurors amusingly looking at him, four men and three women. At the head of the table their superior looked back at him, looking not too impressed with him. “Sir?” he asked.

“We just wanted to check to see if you were still with us, Raven,” the chief of Special Operations said.

“Yes Sir,” Harry replied, smirking cockily back.

“Now, as I was saying....our next assignment is in Britain,” the chief said.

“Britain, Sir?” Harry asked.

“Yes, to your homeland Raven,” the chief grinned. “That is why you will be going undercover for this assignment.”

“Which would be?” Tabby asked, one of the auror witches.

“There has been recent activity of death eaters reported there. Someone new on the rise that likes younger boys. The main type of boys are young, dark haired prostitutes that sell themselves on Knockturn Alley,” the chief stated.

“So, I’m to become a prostitute for this assignment?” Harry asked.

“Won’t be a far reach will it, Raven?” Viper laughed.

“It’s not my fault I’m a sex god,” Harry joked. “What does this new ‘dark lord’ do with these boys?” he seriously asked.

“The few that we found had mysterious drugs and potions in their systems, hexes and curses used on them, and were sexually abused...repeatedly. And those are the ones we found alive,” the chief said handing them each a folder on the victims. “Raven, you will be the only one ‘selling themselves’. We will be there to back you up.”

“Um....Sir. I know it’s been five years since I’ve been there, but what if I’m recognized?” Harry asked.

“You will be using glamours. You need to look younger and hungry for this assignment.”

“When do we leave?” Harry asked for the group.


~*~


The next week following the initial meeting in their Australian headquarters was busy going through the statements and medical reports of the boys, as well as shopping for daring street clothes for Harry’s temporary profession. He was good at his job as a special ops and usually got their man....or woman, to bring them to justice. If one or two of them came back dead....well... it couldn’t be helped.

After reading through the descriptions of the kidnapped boys, he settled on his glamour for this assignment. He kept his height of 6\'2\", but changed his muscular physique to a more slim and trim pale body. He didn’t bother hiding his piercings - both nipples, both ears and the upper cartilage of his right ear which had a locator charm placed on it. He kept the wingspread raven tattoo visible on his upper back, but hid the tattoo of a snake squeezed around a heart on his hip. He also kept visible the thin scar that ran across his one cheek. His eyes were changed from the recognizable green to a smokey grey. He did not need glasses anymore since his sixth year when he had his eyes fixed. His hair he kept black, but put in blue highlights, keeping it longer to brush the tops of his shoulders. No one had really seen him in five years. Although not really recognizable, he didn’t want to take that chance.



The first night out he slipped into the role like it was second nature, mingling with the young witches and wizards standing on the main strip of Knockturn Alley, their made up faces accepting of their fate on the shadowed corners. He talked with a few of them, trying to get to know the territory. Most of the boys gave hostile looks towards the fresh meat, but warmed up a bit when Harry lit his wizarding weed pipe. The boys didn’t need much of it before they opened up to him a bit more. Harry was rather immune to using the drugs so frequently on his assignments from the residual poisons in his system from the basilisk in his second year, and Voldemort’s giant snake when he was bitten.

He had the few propositions from the wizards that came for some entertainment, taking up two of them for the night. One wanted to be spanked and fucked with a dildo, the other just wanted a blow job. He almost gagged on that one, but remembered to do a wandless cleansing spell before even taking the man’s dick in his mouth. Afterwards, he made sure to down a prepared potion to rid himself of any possible diseases he may have encountered from his ‘customers.’ No useful information was gathered pertaining to the case.

He was approached around midnight by a cloaked man, the hood covering his hair, shadowing his features. He craned his neck to hear what the stranger wanted, then nodded and led the man to his flat on the outskirts of Knockturn Alley.

Once they were both in the room, he raised the wards on his room, and put the silencing spells up. He turned around to see a blonde haired wizard grinning up at him from the bed. “Raven, those jeans are...almost indecent,” Axle laughed.

“Very funny Axle,” Harry smirked.

“If they were any lower, you’d see your pubes.”

Harry ran his hands down his stomach to his hip. “Interested Axe?” he asked, smiling suggestively.

“Not tonight Raven,” Axle smiled back. “What did you find out?”

“The boys are scared and more cautious out there.”

“Understandable.”

“There’s been a few boys taken from the street, but most were taken from a gay club called ‘Bück Dich’.”

“Bück Dich?” Axle asked.

“German for bend down,” Harry smirked.

“Suitable for a gay bar, I’d say,” Axle laughed.

“I’m going to check it out tomorrow night. I’m thinking that’s where we’ll get some answers. Someone should also check the Knockturn records to see who owns the place and have a list of employees, present and past.”

Axle nodded in agreement. “Merlin...this place is a dump,” he said looking around the sparely furnished flat. A scarred desk sat by the filthy window, a chest of drawers with the middle drawer missing, a counter along part of the one wall with a small sink, and open faced cupboards with the few essentials of food inside. The bed was the only thing that Harry had changed. It used to be a twin single mattress bed with springs sticking through the material, it was now a double bed and very comfortable. There were just the two doors in the room. One leading out of the flat, the other to a bathroom with a stained sink and shower....no tub.

“Have to look like a starving prostitute, don’t I?” Harry grinned.

“I suppose. How’s the weed?”

“It’s not bad,” Harry shrugged, “makes me horny as hell though.”

“Makes your job easier though, doesn’t it?” Axle smirked. He got up and started for the door. “I’ll let you get some sleep Raven. We’ll get you that information by tomorrow.”

“Sure you don’t want to help me out here?” Harry asked sliding his hand over his erection.

“No. I don’t think so Raven,” Axle laughed. “Happy wanking,” he added before leaving.

Harry undressed and slid under the covers bare-ass naked. His mind was going through all the information they had gathered on this case, and how he was going to go about getting into the club the next night.

Being so close to home, his eyes had strayed to the black haired wizards that wandered up and down Knockturn Alley’s main street. Hoping to see him, but then praying not to so he wouldn’t be hurt again. Of their own volition, his thoughts went back to years and years ago, his hand slowly stroking his erection as the memories swam before his mind. When he came, it was the vivid memory of obsidian eyes lustfully looking up at him. He silently cleaned himself up and curled up around his pillow as he cried for the first time in five years.

Note: Büch Dich - german translation - ‘bend over’
Borrowed title from Rammstein song on ‘Sehnsucht CD


tbc