Night Wish

Rating R, Language, violence, some M/M


The New Threat


Harry dragged his feet into the bookstore where he saw his boss emerge from the back room with two other men. They looked around they’re mid twenties to early thirties. One had Short brown hair and a tattoo on his arm shaped like a black dragon, he wore a red shirt and black leather pants.

The second guy was a bit smaller than his partner, but had the exact same tattoo and similar clothes. The two men were just leaving as Harry was walking past them to see his boss. Harry casually looked their way not knowing why they had come into the store in the first place. These guys looked like the kind you see in bars not book stores.

He tightened his fist around his wand in his pocket, waiting but nothing happened and they passed through the door. Signing inwardly at his own paranoia.
He almost jumped at the touch he felt. Harry had been so captivated he didn't realize his boss was right behind him. The old man couldn’t help but laugh while Harry stood there and steamed.
“Why did you do that old man. You scared me half to death”. Harry said. His boss who was in his fifties had gray hair and usually wore white shirts and slacks.

If fact Harry couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t see the man in his white shirts and black slacks. Shaking his head he started to get ready for his final dat here at the book store. He was really going to miss it but he had to go back to Hogwarts. His friends were actually going to meet him here, and pick him up for one last party before he had to go back to school and their rules.

“So who were those two, they must have been rich to own a car like that”. Harry commented walking behind the smooth wooden desk. His boss just stood there for a few seconds like he was trying to comprehend what Harry had just said. He was starting to think he had said something he shouldn’t have but his boss, Brian, just cleared his throat and looked away.


“Never mind them we were just discussing business. Now get to work you are late again as usual”. Harry shrugged and didn’t say anything else, the old man was weird, weirder then Albus.
The day went by boring as usual with few costumers coming up to the desk, so Harry entertained himself. He would usually pick out a girl he thought was hot and tried to guess what she was wearing underneath. It got boring after awhile though. Yes he was pretty bored, he even thought of Draco, that asshole.


At around 5:30pm Harry was officially dead on his feet, it was so boring he had fallen asleep when Brain had stepped outside. He was playing with his wand when the phone rang. He jumped up so fast he hit his knee under the table. “What the fuck! that really hurt”. And with a few other curse words he picked up the phone agitated.
“Hello what do you want.” Harry said, or more like demanded still mad. On the other line he could hear someone laugh. “Hey is that anyway too greet a customer Harry Potter.” He pulled the phone away from his ear because of the shout. Leave it to wizards and them not knowing how to talk on a phone.


He put the phone to his ear again and said, “Hello Ron, Herm.” Harry shouted so Hermione could hear him on the other line. “ Don’t talk so loud Ron I can hear you perfectly. So what do you want.” Harry finished still ready to grab the phone away from his abused ear if and when Ron shouted again. In the background Harry could hear a girls voice asking for the phone.

Harry waited a few moments before he heard Hermione,“ Harry sorry about Ron, but I called you early to tell you something...stop that Ron” She said randomly on the line giggling. Harry rolled his eyes, leave it to Ron to grab Hermione while she was still talking.

“Anyway there’s this new club that opens tonight, and I was wondering if you would like to go there instead.” She finished. Harry puzzled over this new piece of information, they had always gone to ‘Coral’ before heading to school the next day, but a new place might be good.


“Hello, earth to Harry is anyone there, come on it will be fun. What do you say.” She said. Harry didn’t even waste five seconds before answering yes. “That’s great Harry, oh and be ready at 8:00. We will come and pick you up until then by”. After he hung up the phone he quickly closed and locked the bookstore before heading home.

He quickly walked home making sure his Uncle was still at work and his cousin was at a boxing fight. He didn’t know where is Aunt was but Harry didn’t care as he ran into the white colored house, slammed the door and ran up stairs to get to his room. The smallest bedroom in the hole house but still it was his. All around the room was filled with clothes and books that were on the floor. His bed was up against the far wall by the window with a cage right beside it, for his owl. Harry quickly polled out some clothes from his small dresser and headed towards the bathroom for a quick shower.


He put on a red shirt that clung tightly to his skin with black parachute pants with a pair of Nike shoes. He was just heading towards the kitchen to get something quick to eat when he heard a car park outside. Signing Harry rubbed his neck. It looked like he had to skip the food. .He went over to the window and saw the car along with Hermione and Ron waving at him. Smiling Harry grabbed his wallet, cell phone and checked his wand before rushing out the front door. It was already dark outside Harry noted absently a little puzzled it was already late. Shrugging he hopped into the car. Hermione had a shirt that was low cut and the color of blue. She also had a pair of white shorts with blue high heels on. Ron on the other hand had gone with the faded blue jeans and a black shirt.
“Alright lets go.” Harry said strapping the seat belt on.



When they finally got there the whole place was crowded with people trying to get into the club. Harry muttered and looked up at the tall sign called “The Oracle” with its big blood red lettering flashing like a beckon.

If Harry had known there was going to be this many people here he would have said no.
“Hey there’s to many people here lets go somewhere else.” Ron said annoyed at the long line. It also seemed that Ron had the same idea, to many people.

“Ron no, we are going here. I have special tickets so we can get in now”. Hermione said walking ahead of the boys. Harry looked at Ron sideways before following their friend. “Hey don’t look at me like that Harry.” “She’s your girlfriend Ron.” Harry reminded the red head, which shut his up.

When they finally reached their destination after arguing and pushing there a rather large crowd Harry and his friends made a bee line towards a table. Looking around Harry had to admit this place was pretty neat. It was very gothic like with the floor being black and the curtains, that would hang in the corners were blood red. There was also couches to sit around in the corners. This place even had a bar all the way in back with huge stock supply of alcohol it looked like it.


In the background you could hear hard rock playing. Hermione had left to get them drinks while Ron was string out into the dance floor seeing lights flash all over the withering bodies that were dancing. Ron was so exited that when Hermione finally came back he grabbed her arm told Harry to stay and save their table, before running like mad out into the dance floor. Harry looked at their backs in confusion after seeing Hermione throw an apologetic look behind her shoulder at him. Signing and easing into the leather seat Harry stayed and watched as other couples danced. This was why he never really went out, because he didn’t have anybody to share it with. Sure he had his friends but it just wasn’t the same.
After awhile the place had gotten really crowded and Harry had to actually start defending there spot because people would sit down were there was clearly coats and drinks all around the table.
Harry really started to get nervous when people were coming in dressed like it was Halloween.

With dog callers and skimpy outfits with leather beings everywhere. This hole place just screamed sex now. He turned to see Hermione and Ron dance along with someone else that Harry didn’t know. And they also looked like they were not going to have a break any time soon, which meant Harry was stuck. Not that he wanted to dance, he had flat out refused along the way to this place. He hated dancing and crowds. This place was both now that he saw it.

Getting up and making sure that no one was going to steel anything Harry walked around the large crowd over to the bar. Maybe he could find some entertainment there.

“Hey I’ll have a coke”. He said to the bartender. He didn’t want to get drunk like last year. It was not fun waking up at six in the morning having to go to school after all. Stretching out his legs he talked to some people and even had some girls and guys had flirt with him at the bar. Humming Harry casually looked around trying to stop his friends when something caught his eye. Someone was looking right at him. He had long blonde spiky hair and was wearing a mask for some reason. He was wearing a black shirt that was not to tight but just right on him and black jeans with chains hanging off the sides. Harry was so entranced by the sight he didn’t notice the figure start to walk in his general direction.

When Harry was bumped in the back he became aware of the world again and saw the guy move like water through the crowd with a smirk on his face. ‘He look’s hot’ Harry commented softly only to tense up. When did he ever consider a man hot, never in his hole life that’s what. Narrowing his eyes Harry thought something was defiantly wrong with this picture but he couldn’t turn away from the guy. “What do you want”. Harry said as casually as he could, when the stranger with the white mask came up and sat down beside him. The guy just looked at him for a moment and Harry had gotten the distinct feeling that the man could see right through him.

It was both unnerving and exiting at the same time. Harry put the thought out of his mind quickly. When the guy just sat there Harry turned fully to the stranger and was about to tell the guy off when he noticed the eyes. They were seeped in silver and grey. He had seen eyes like this before but he couldn’t remember.
Right now he was to caught up into those deep eyes. He snorted internally, he was acting like a love sick girl and it was pissing him off. When the stranger spoke a simple word “Nothing” it set shivers all across Harry’s spine. His voice
even sounded beautiful. ‘Hell no, where did that come from.’ Harry cried in his head. He was not gay.

Then the man held up a hand and without thinking about the consequences Harry automatically grabbed the white mask man’s hand. Harry was shocked not only by how cold that hand seemed to be, but also how he placed his hand out to a total stranger. The worst part of it all was that he didn’t care.
The white mask led harry out onto the dance platform and grasped Harry’s hips with his hands then he started to dance. It felt so good but Harry didn’t know this guy... this guy who was making moves on him, he wasn’t gay. Why was he dancing with a stranger, he didn’t know nor could he stop, it felt right. Harry tilted his head a little to look at the white mask.

“What’s your name” Harry whispered, horrified that he sounded so wanton. The white mask laughed, “I can’t tell you right now Harr, just call me the white mask”. Harry thought the name was just perfect for the blonde haired angel but then remembered he hasn’t told this guy his name ever.
Harry looked up and pulled away from him frowning and sliding his hand close to his wand , “Hey I didn’t tell you my name. Who are you really.” Harry was now glaring daggers at the white mask. If he was a Death Eater Harry was positive he would have known it. The white mask just stood there for a minute then walked up to Harry and looked into his eyes again. “Your friends told me” was the simple answer. “We were dancing awhile ago.” He elaborated when he saw the look on Harry’s face.

Then he gripped Harry’s waist again with his hands but Harry was having none of that and moved away from the strange man wanting to find his friends and leave. He couldn’t use magic in the club but the white mask also couldn’t do anything.

He started to walk father away but something cold gripped his wrist. Harry turned around and saw white mask there holding his wrist. “What are you doing” demanded Harry who tried to pull away again but the grip was like iron.

A little worried now Harry tried even harder. Finally he twisted his hand from the guy and started walking away. Fingering his wand and silently demanding the guy to just leave him alone. He did not need to make a seen and right after his seventeenth birthday to. He wasn’t even supposed to leave the house, but since the Order had been busy lately they have not been checking in with Harry, which was fine with him. He was grown up and knew right from wrong.

The sooner he could find his friends the better. He turned again after saying sorry to the young couple he had bumped into and went to the table were they had claimed the table. Harry sat down and started to calm himself. He was getting paranoid again.

Alright calm down there is nothing to worry about let Ron and Hermione have fun for a change. They all needed to relax especially after what had happened last year. He relaxed and looked around again in his seat. He still didn’t see his friends around but their stuff was here so that meant they hadn’t left yet. When he turned around looking back at the bar a shadow stepped in the way, it was of course Harr’s very own stalker white mask.

That was it, he didn’t care if anyone saw. Harry was going to blast this asshole pervert right now. Harry stared at the white mask mans eye’s again getting lost in their depths. “Harry you ran away before I could finish the dance ” He said in an amused voice.
Harry was getting lost in those eyes again and couldn’t stop but stare. The stranger put his hand out again but before anything could happen they were interrupted.

”Harry there you are lets leave and go somewhere else.” Hermione said Harry whipped his head around startled only to see his tow friends sweaty flushed faces. Harry grinned brightly, inwardly snapping out of his stupor. He needed to leave now, this place and that stalker person were enough for him for one night.
When he turned and got up from his seat getting ready to say bugger of to the white mask he was met with air and the bar. ‘They just vanished what the hell is going on. Where the hell did they go?’
“Hey Herm I got a question to ask you, do you know any myths about white masks.” Harry commented as they exited the club.