MY ONE MISTAKE

Chapter Two


After a restless night’s sleep, Harry threw on some sweat pants and a T-shirt, then apparated to their temporary base in muggle London to report about his first night. He joined Viper, Axle, Link, and Tabby in the muggle set up gym.

“I got that information for you, Raven,” Axle said, spotting Harry behind him as Harry lifted the weights from his horizontal position on the bench.

“So who owns the club?” Harry asked.

“The Zabini’s,” Axle replied. “I believe the son was a school mate of yours?”

“Yeah. Slytherin to the core, Blaise was. Never did meet the parents, although I knew they were supporters of Voldemort. Does Blaise work there?”

“Yes. The father runs the club, the son controls the prostitutes,” Tabby replied.

“And?” Harry asked, sensing there was more.

“Blaise, it turns out is an informant for the Ministry of Magic here....that his father is not aware of. The club caters to gay wizards...with the majority being ‘reformed’ death eaters,” Axle said.

“When you say Blaise controls the prostitutes, does he pimp them?” Harry asked, sitting up.

“No. He doesn’t control who the boys fuck with, but he does ask for compensation for selling themselves in the club. He watches out for them in the club, but in the private rooms above the club, the boys are on their own,” Viper added.

“The boys also have to be clean, and have updated medial reports to make sure they are disease free,” Tabby said.

“So, what I need to do is have a talk with Blaise to get in,” Harry said.

“Done. You meet with him before the club opens tonight. The bouncer will be expecting you,” Link grinned.

“Anything else you’ve set up for me that I should know about?” Harry smirked at his group.

“No,” Viper replied. “Are you going to visit anyone while you’re here?”

“Not planning on it,” Harry shrugged, looking away from their knowing eyes. “Over the years I’ve distanced myself from my friends. I wanted to stay focused in my training and assignments.” Harry hesitated as he sat at the rowing machine. “There are a couple people I may look up that actually have information on this case though.”

“Like who?” Axle asked.

“Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwart’s, who is also the leader of the Order of the Phoenix...and my two godfathers....maybe,” Harry replied, nervous at the prospect of facing them.

“Want us to go with you?” Axle asked.

“No. I’m a big boy, I don’t need you to hold my hand,” Harry laughed.



The rest of the day was spent in the gym and checking out the death eater files. It was soon time for Harry to return to his flat to change for the night...his clothes, and his appearance. As promised he was let in through the back door of the club by a muscle-bound biker, which looked vaguely like Gregory Goyle from Slytherin.

He followed the grunted directions to the upstairs office of the Zabini’s. When he entered the room, he was not surprised to see Blaise Zabini standing amid a rich looking room. Blaise looked about the same in school, looking more cocky in the leather pants, and button down expensive looking silk shirt. He didn’t show any reaction when Blaise raised his wand, then felt the magic sealing the room.

“So why do you need my help?” Blaise asked, leaning his hip against his desk, “and what’s in it for me?”

“We’re looking into the disappearances of the boys that have gone missing, and the recent death eater activity in the area,” Harry replied honestly, sitting down in the leather chair. “As for what you can get out of it . . . well . . . I suppose I can give you a percent of what I make?”

“How much?”

“You’re still the snaky Slytherin aren’t you,” Harry smirked.

“How did you know I was in Slytherin?” Blaise suspiciously asked.

“I have my ways,” Harry shrugged. “Fine. I’ll give you ten percent of what I make.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Twenty percent,” Harry laughed.

“Fine, twenty percent. I didn’t think you’d actually prostitute yourself on this case of yours,” Blaise said, looking Harry over.

“It’s amazing what’s revealed in the heat of passion,” Harry grinned. “I’ll be working the club and the street. Different people, opinions and information.”

“All right then,” Blaise nodded. “The boys are scared and a lot of them haven’t been showing up lately. They’re good for business, I’d like them back,” Blaise sighed. “So is that your actual appearance?” he asked, trying to look at him closer.

“No.”

“Your name?” Blaise asked.

“Ray,” Harry replied.

“Let me guess . . . not your real name either, right?” Blaise smirked.

“No.”

“Okay. I’ll help you out how I can, as long as you keep my involvement out of it . . . including to the Ministry. I may tell them things, but I still don’t trust them. I’ve made a list of certain customers that you should watch closely.”

“Any ideas who this new Dark Lord is?” Harry asked.

“Not much. The only thing I know is that this Dark Lord is a man . . . and has a weakness for young boys.”

“Obviously,” Harry retorted.

Harry looked over the list, then burned the paper with an incendio spell, the names memorized. Blaise then showed him the layout of the club and the rooms upstairs. The rooms were like the room of requirement at Hogwart’s. Once the customer walked through the door, it changed to what the customer liked . . . what they wanted for the night, be it whips, chains, or a soft bed.

Harry stayed in one of the rooms by himself, adding his own special touch, hiding weapons, portkeys, and potions. Once he heard the music coming from downstairs, he checked to make sure his glamour was in place then went to work.

He began the night lounging against the bar, flirting shamelessly with the bartender as he looked out at the crowd. Once he had the attention of his first prospect, he sauntered seductively over to the man, placing himself on his lap.


~*~


“I don’t know how you talked me into this Lucius,” Severus snarled as he looked around the crowded club.

“You needed a night out, Sev,” Draco smirked.

“I get out,” Severus defensively said.

“To a muggle movie or out for ice cream doesn’t count,” Lucius laughed.

“I love her to bits too, Sev, but you need some time to yourself every now and then,” Draco said, smiling to the red-head on the dance floor.

“This isn’t time by myself,” Severus snarked back.

“But the scenery is so much nicer here,” Lucius said eyeing a certain young man on the dance floor.

Severus followed Lucius’ gaze to see a black haired younger man dancing close with another man, a man he recognized at Antony Parkinson. He couldn’t help watching the younger man move, the way his hips moved against Parkinson. Parkinson was obviously enjoying himself seeing the flush to his face, and the way his hand groped the other. The younger man was wearing snug fitting jeans that hung low on his hips, and a button down shirt that was undone, showing pale skin . . . then tanned skin. ‘What the hell?’ he thought to himself as the boy’s figure shimmered, changing back and forth in appearances.

“Do you like what you see, Sev?” Draco asked, seeing where Severus was looking. “Must be one of the new ones Blaise mentioned. Not bad if you like the scrawny look.”

Severus got up off his chair and went to the edge of the dance floor, leaning against the railing. Before his eyes the man was changing, from the skinny man to a well defined bronzed skin adonis. He wondered why a prostitute would wear such a glamour. He looked higher and met green eyes. ‘Harry?’ he thought, then started for the dance floor.


Harry opened his eyes and met the dark eyes of his one time ex-lover. He could tell that there was instant recognition in those eyes. His heart skipped a beat as their gazes locked. He turned in Parkinson’s arms, pressing close. “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” he seductively asked in the other’s ear.

“How much will it cost me?” Parkinson asked, his hands sliding down Harry’s backside.

“Depends on what you want me to do,” Harry replied as he kissed up and down Parkinson’s neck.

“I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours to start with,” Parkinson huskily replied.

Harry stepped back and gripped Parkinson’s hand, leading him off the dance floor and up the stairs, feeling Seveus’s eyes on him the whole time.


“Maybe you can catch him when he comes back down,” Lucius grinned, pulling Severus back to his seat.

“Did he look like anyone you knew Luc?” Severus asked, his eyes now on the empty staircase.

“No one familiar to me. Why?”

“It kind of looked like . . . ” Severus began.

“Like who,” Lucius asked.

“Like Harry,” Severus replied quietly.

“Harry would not be selling himself Severus. He’s almost as wealthy as the Malfoy family,” Lucius said.

“Perhaps,” Severus sighed. “I’m going to head home. You two can stay.”


Lucius watched his old friend leave, before turning to his son. “Do you think it was Potter?” Draco asked.

“Why, after all this time, would Potter be here? Severus looked for him for years and could find no trace of him,” Lucius replied.

“Didn’t look like him. The guy was nice looking . . . although Potter used to be too if I remember correctly, but it didn’t look like Potter at all. The guy had a scar on the one side of his face, and had grey eyes that were glazed over like he was stoned,” Draco said, “Potter was too saintly for that nonsense.”

“The eyes could be glamoured. As for the scar, it has been five years. Harry’s friends said he looked quite upset before he left for auror training. He might have turned to drugs to help him forget whatever was troubling him,” Lucius replied.

“Hello Drake, Lucius,” Blaise greeted, motioning to the waiter as he sat down with them. “Having a good time?”

“We see your new boys out there blending in quite well,” Lucius grinned, nodding in thanks for his drink that the waiter brought over.

“Yes, three new boys came to me this week. I like to get them off the street out there. A lot safer in here,” Blaise replied.

“It’s still amazing that these young people would sell themselves like that,” Lucius said.

“Well, a lot of them started young. It’s the only life they know. They need the money to support their families, to live, or to buy the latest drug. There are also the select few that enjoy the pleasures of the flesh,” Blaise added grinning.

“We noticed a black haired boy earlier,” Draco hinted, “he should bring you a lot of money. Left with Parkinson about half hour ago upstairs.”

“Yes,” Blaise hesitated, “he came to me today. Said he was new in town and wanted to work here a couple nights a week.”

“Where’s he from?” Draco asked.

“Didn’t say,” Blaise shrugged, looking out at the dance floor.

“So if we wanted to ask for him, what would be his name?” Lucius asked.

“Ray,” Blaise replied, then got up. “I should actually tell the medi-wizard to be ready for him. Parkinson is a real prick with the boys.”

“So why let him come here?” Draco asked.

“Simple . . . money. He pays well, and the boys are warned,” Blaise said, then left them.

“He’s hiding something,” Draco said.

“I got that impression also,” Lucius agreed.

The two of them stayed at the club, renewing old acquaintances, keeping an eye on the back staircase. Soon before the club closed, they left. The dark haired boy did not come back down.

After Parkinson left, Harry lay in the tub, the healing salts he put in the water soothing his body. Parkinson had been rough . . . not the worst, but damn close. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as the water healed and sealed the welts on his back from the whip and healed the tears inside of him from when he was roughly penetrated . . . unprepared. It was not all in vain though, as he did find out that Parkinson was a supporter of this new Dark Lord, by the ragged comment that got Harry’s attention. ‘He will like breaking you in.’

Once he felt that his body was healed enough where he was comfortable again, he got out of the tub, dressed, then left out the back entrance, reassuring the bouncer that he was okay.

He went ‘home’ and left a message for the chief. His cover may be compromised. He knew that Severus recognized him . . . could see through his glamour. He hoped that no one else was able to.

tbc