Harry Potter: Viva Miami
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,534
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
Harry Potter: Viva Miami
Chapter Two
Harry Potter pulled the strings of his jacket so that the hood could close on his head tighter, trying to cover his disfigured face as he passed through his temporary neighborhood. He had become an attraction to the curious neighbors. He can feel them peek through the shades of their window. Their eyes directly pointed at him. When he entered his apartment building the residents ceased whatever they were doing, and squinted their eyes to see if they could get a glimpse of his deformity.
Harry didn't mind them any attention. He became accustomed to the stares, the gasps, and the whispers for the past three weeks he had been in Miami. The only time he didn't hear them whisper or see them staring at him was when he entered his small apartment. His neighbor, Maggie, especially stared at him as he pushed in the key inside his door's keyhole. She would stand on the threshold of her door, attempting to look casual and throwing glances at him. Already bitter and angry by the peoples' curiosity and rudeness he never spoke to any of them, even his neighbor. Well, a simple 'boo' made her jump while Harry grinned.
His solitude was the only thing that gave him peace. He never felt so much relief as he shut and locked the door. His apartment wasn't much. It was nearly empty. There was only a single sofa in the middle of the living area, and a tall lamp. A phone was seated on the floor next to the sofa.
His bedroom contained only a mattress and a blanket. His trunk was settled at the far corner of the room. He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa as he walked into the bathroom which was connected to the bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and began to examine himself in the mirror. It seemed even worse than yesterday. Then again, he always thought it looked worse each time he sees himself in a mirror.
Oh, god he was a beast.
He was a beast on the outside that scared the people around him. He finally understood what it felt like being rejected by the wizarding world based on looks. First he was a stereotypical hero. Brave. Handsome. Undeniably powerful than the Ministry of Magic's band of Aurors put together. Now he was a monster in the eyes of the wizards and witches and even the Squibs and Muggles, despite he had saved their lives and played a great role in the defeat of Lord Voldemort. No one could even recognize the man he used to be.
He turned his face away from the mirror and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing. He stood in the shower; thinking, and dazing off as the water beat on him.
(Flashback)
"Are you sure you are ready, Mr. Potter?" asked St. Mungo's Healer, who peered at him with concern. Harry was lying in the hospital bed. His entire head was wrapped in bandages, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
"Yesh."
The Healer let out a breath and began to unwrap the bandages. Each second Harry became much more anxious. Once done, he was given a mirror in his hand. He closed his eyes, slowly breathing. The first time he saw his distorted face, he was angry, shocked, and sad. He was ugly. He was ugly. Only those three words ran through his head again and again.
"We tried, Mr. Potter. There isn't anymore we can do. Potions, spells, and counter spells didn't work. It just…just dawned on us yesterday that a Muggle performance might be the only one that can help you. They call it surgery. However, none of us have the experience of cutting any patient of ours with a knife, and sewing them up again. We wouldn't know what to really do."
"Then what am I suppose to do, Miss Healer?" Harry was seething with anger. "I can't live with this! I won't stand for it…I've been neglected as a child. I've been booed and harassed by fellow classmates and other people in the wizarding world. And all that with just a normal looking face. I can't even imagine how I will be treated once I step out of here. I don't want to be wearing a paper bag everywhere I go, just for the sake of people's eyes."
The Healer winced at his tone. "Calm down, Mr. Potter. I may not be able to help you fix this problem, but I can assure you that there are Muggle Healers out there. I know one, well, two of them. Both are partners in a surgery business."
"How soon can they fix this?"
"Their business is in Miami, Florida. That's in the United States."
"They can really help me?"
"I've meet them, though they didn't know what I do for a living much less a witch. So when you go to see them be sure to act Muggle-ish."
"Of course, I've lived as one for the first 11 years of my life."
"Right, right. Well, I'll go get their information for you."
(end of flashback)
Harry stepped out of the shower, and entered his bedroom still dripping wet. Water slid from his body to making small pools on the floor. He approached his bed and laid down.
(Flashback)
Harry was packing his things into his trunk while his best friend Ron Weasley laid his eyes on him from the doorway of the bedroom. He had a bottle in his hand and took sips once in a while. Ron had started drinking after they had discovered their best friend Hermione Granger was declared dead after near more than a year had passed since her disappearance right before the war began.
He was angry. Harry was leaving him.
“Your face is not that horrible,” said Ron, sounding a bit more sarcastic than he intended.
“I’m still going.” Harry threw his clothes into his trunk. “I’ll be back sooner or later.”
Ron scoffed. “Sooner. Later. Or never. Those muggle dakters or whatever you call them won’t be able to help you. If those expert Healers couldn’t fix up your fuckin’ ugly face then they can’t.”
“Fuck you! And you’ve never been to a Muggle doctor so you wouldn’t know what they are like.”
“Watch it. They’ll fuck it up even more and you might as well wear a paper bag over your head for the rest of your fucking life.”
“Look here, Ronnie,” said Harry, angrily “After the whole Voldemort fiasco we both got fucked up by curses and all that-”
“Then just accept it!”
“I don’t want to,” said Harry, simply. “And you’ve got your own problems to fix anyways, so quite jumping into my problems trying to ignore fixing yours.”
Nothing else was said between them Ron left the apartment. Harry figured he went to a nearby local pub.
(End of flashback)
Ron.
Harry woke up, realizing he had fallen asleep naked on the mattress. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The though of Ron dawned on him. He hadn’t written him a letter nor called him on the phone since he had arrive. Although they had a row before Harry left, he felt it was a right thing to do as a best friend to patch things up (even if Ron was being the prick).
He looked out the window. It was dark outside. Only the dark yellowish glow of the street lights provided light throughout the streets and the sidewalks. He spotted a phone booth right across the street. Since he had not yet set up a phone in his own apartment, he would use the booth. Also the neighbors were mostly indoors during the dark. The chances of people staring at him was limited.
He dressed himself and walked out of the room.
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They had been watching Potter, just the three of them, since the fall of Voldemort. They followed every step he went. God, they hated Potter. A strong surge to slowly torture him and rape through his piece of ass ran in their veins.
Revenge. That was all they yearned for. They wanted the last laugh. Of course, they had a perfect way to slowly torture the young man.
=================================================================
Maggie saw him out her window. He was making a phone call to someone. She didn’t know who, but she was quite suspicious of him since the first day he set foot into the apartment building. The hood over his head poorly covered the deformed head.
Once he had hung the phone and left the booth Maggie rushed to the front door, making sure the locks were tightly locked. She peeked through the peephole to see him pass by, but soon it was blocked and all she could see was darkness through the hole. She pulled away from the door and all the lights were out in her apartment.
Damn blackout.
The lighting from the streetlights illuminated the room.
“Not nice to stare at ugly people like that,” said a deep voice somewhere in the darkness.
Maggie stood still in fright and terror. Someone was in her home.
“How...How di-did you get in?!” she exclaimed. “Ge-get out of my home!”
The male voice chuckled followed by two other, one of them being more high pitched as in a female.
“I said get out!” she persisted.
She backed up against a wall as a large dark shape stepped out of the darkness and steadily approached her. There wasn’t any distinct features about the person, only that he appeared to be dressed in black clothes, a black hoodie covered his head, and a black mask hid his face.
“Not until I get a favor from you,” he said.
“What favor?”
“A simple sexual favor.”
She shivered in fear as he approached her closer. Behind the man came out two others dressed in the same fashion. They cornered her. They dominated her frightened body and soon her soul. They were going to rip through her body. Brutally stuffing her cunt with cock and god knows what like the ones she had seen in a rape-like porno videos on the internet.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
AN: Next chapter will be of Maggie's unfortunate ordeal.
Chapter Two
Harry Potter pulled the strings of his jacket so that the hood could close on his head tighter, trying to cover his disfigured face as he passed through his temporary neighborhood. He had become an attraction to the curious neighbors. He can feel them peek through the shades of their window. Their eyes directly pointed at him. When he entered his apartment building the residents ceased whatever they were doing, and squinted their eyes to see if they could get a glimpse of his deformity.
Harry didn't mind them any attention. He became accustomed to the stares, the gasps, and the whispers for the past three weeks he had been in Miami. The only time he didn't hear them whisper or see them staring at him was when he entered his small apartment. His neighbor, Maggie, especially stared at him as he pushed in the key inside his door's keyhole. She would stand on the threshold of her door, attempting to look casual and throwing glances at him. Already bitter and angry by the peoples' curiosity and rudeness he never spoke to any of them, even his neighbor. Well, a simple 'boo' made her jump while Harry grinned.
His solitude was the only thing that gave him peace. He never felt so much relief as he shut and locked the door. His apartment wasn't much. It was nearly empty. There was only a single sofa in the middle of the living area, and a tall lamp. A phone was seated on the floor next to the sofa.
His bedroom contained only a mattress and a blanket. His trunk was settled at the far corner of the room. He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa as he walked into the bathroom which was connected to the bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and began to examine himself in the mirror. It seemed even worse than yesterday. Then again, he always thought it looked worse each time he sees himself in a mirror.
Oh, god he was a beast.
He was a beast on the outside that scared the people around him. He finally understood what it felt like being rejected by the wizarding world based on looks. First he was a stereotypical hero. Brave. Handsome. Undeniably powerful than the Ministry of Magic's band of Aurors put together. Now he was a monster in the eyes of the wizards and witches and even the Squibs and Muggles, despite he had saved their lives and played a great role in the defeat of Lord Voldemort. No one could even recognize the man he used to be.
He turned his face away from the mirror and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing. He stood in the shower; thinking, and dazing off as the water beat on him.
(Flashback)
"Are you sure you are ready, Mr. Potter?" asked St. Mungo's Healer, who peered at him with concern. Harry was lying in the hospital bed. His entire head was wrapped in bandages, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
"Yesh."
The Healer let out a breath and began to unwrap the bandages. Each second Harry became much more anxious. Once done, he was given a mirror in his hand. He closed his eyes, slowly breathing. The first time he saw his distorted face, he was angry, shocked, and sad. He was ugly. He was ugly. Only those three words ran through his head again and again.
"We tried, Mr. Potter. There isn't anymore we can do. Potions, spells, and counter spells didn't work. It just…just dawned on us yesterday that a Muggle performance might be the only one that can help you. They call it surgery. However, none of us have the experience of cutting any patient of ours with a knife, and sewing them up again. We wouldn't know what to really do."
"Then what am I suppose to do, Miss Healer?" Harry was seething with anger. "I can't live with this! I won't stand for it…I've been neglected as a child. I've been booed and harassed by fellow classmates and other people in the wizarding world. And all that with just a normal looking face. I can't even imagine how I will be treated once I step out of here. I don't want to be wearing a paper bag everywhere I go, just for the sake of people's eyes."
The Healer winced at his tone. "Calm down, Mr. Potter. I may not be able to help you fix this problem, but I can assure you that there are Muggle Healers out there. I know one, well, two of them. Both are partners in a surgery business."
"How soon can they fix this?"
"Their business is in Miami, Florida. That's in the United States."
"They can really help me?"
"I've meet them, though they didn't know what I do for a living much less a witch. So when you go to see them be sure to act Muggle-ish."
"Of course, I've lived as one for the first 11 years of my life."
"Right, right. Well, I'll go get their information for you."
(end of flashback)
Harry stepped out of the shower, and entered his bedroom still dripping wet. Water slid from his body to making small pools on the floor. He approached his bed and laid down.
(Flashback)
Harry was packing his things into his trunk while his best friend Ron Weasley laid his eyes on him from the doorway of the bedroom. He had a bottle in his hand and took sips once in a while. Ron had started drinking after they had discovered their best friend Hermione Granger was declared dead after near more than a year had passed since her disappearance right before the war began.
He was angry. Harry was leaving him.
“Your face is not that horrible,” said Ron, sounding a bit more sarcastic than he intended.
“I’m still going.” Harry threw his clothes into his trunk. “I’ll be back sooner or later.”
Ron scoffed. “Sooner. Later. Or never. Those muggle dakters or whatever you call them won’t be able to help you. If those expert Healers couldn’t fix up your fuckin’ ugly face then they can’t.”
“Fuck you! And you’ve never been to a Muggle doctor so you wouldn’t know what they are like.”
“Watch it. They’ll fuck it up even more and you might as well wear a paper bag over your head for the rest of your fucking life.”
“Look here, Ronnie,” said Harry, angrily “After the whole Voldemort fiasco we both got fucked up by curses and all that-”
“Then just accept it!”
“I don’t want to,” said Harry, simply. “And you’ve got your own problems to fix anyways, so quite jumping into my problems trying to ignore fixing yours.”
Nothing else was said between them Ron left the apartment. Harry figured he went to a nearby local pub.
(End of flashback)
Ron.
Harry woke up, realizing he had fallen asleep naked on the mattress. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The though of Ron dawned on him. He hadn’t written him a letter nor called him on the phone since he had arrive. Although they had a row before Harry left, he felt it was a right thing to do as a best friend to patch things up (even if Ron was being the prick).
He looked out the window. It was dark outside. Only the dark yellowish glow of the street lights provided light throughout the streets and the sidewalks. He spotted a phone booth right across the street. Since he had not yet set up a phone in his own apartment, he would use the booth. Also the neighbors were mostly indoors during the dark. The chances of people staring at him was limited.
He dressed himself and walked out of the room.
=================================================================
They had been watching Potter, just the three of them, since the fall of Voldemort. They followed every step he went. God, they hated Potter. A strong surge to slowly torture him and rape through his piece of ass ran in their veins.
Revenge. That was all they yearned for. They wanted the last laugh. Of course, they had a perfect way to slowly torture the young man.
=================================================================
Maggie saw him out her window. He was making a phone call to someone. She didn’t know who, but she was quite suspicious of him since the first day he set foot into the apartment building. The hood over his head poorly covered the deformed head.
Once he had hung the phone and left the booth Maggie rushed to the front door, making sure the locks were tightly locked. She peeked through the peephole to see him pass by, but soon it was blocked and all she could see was darkness through the hole. She pulled away from the door and all the lights were out in her apartment.
Damn blackout.
The lighting from the streetlights illuminated the room.
“Not nice to stare at ugly people like that,” said a deep voice somewhere in the darkness.
Maggie stood still in fright and terror. Someone was in her home.
“How...How di-did you get in?!” she exclaimed. “Ge-get out of my home!”
The male voice chuckled followed by two other, one of them being more high pitched as in a female.
“I said get out!” she persisted.
She backed up against a wall as a large dark shape stepped out of the darkness and steadily approached her. There wasn’t any distinct features about the person, only that he appeared to be dressed in black clothes, a black hoodie covered his head, and a black mask hid his face.
“Not until I get a favor from you,” he said.
“What favor?”
“A simple sexual favor.”
She shivered in fear as he approached her closer. Behind the man came out two others dressed in the same fashion. They cornered her. They dominated her frightened body and soon her soul. They were going to rip through her body. Brutally stuffing her cunt with cock and god knows what like the ones she had seen in a rape-like porno videos on the internet.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
AN: Next chapter will be of Maggie's unfortunate ordeal.