A Boy Called Boy (ON HOLD)

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. Next chapter will be up very quickly.

Chapter 3: Problem Git

The run down orphanage was all that Harry knew as sanctuary from the streets since he was a baby. Run by his uncle Veron Dursely, it was a pathetic building in shambles but it provided shelter for him and fifteen other kids.

This half arsed dump, was supposed to be an orphanage funded by the government as they thought it noble of a respected family such as the Dudley’s to take time out to take care of the rejects of their society. What they don’t know is that all of their money is going to their pockets instead of fixing up this shit hole, putting clothes on the kids’ backs and food in their stomachs.

That’s why there were people like him. The ones unfortunate enough to be picked out as ‘tricks’ to pay for all the necessities that should be taken care of with the money the Durselys’ shove down their fat pockets. The government knew nothing of the pedophilia that’s going on on this side of the Alley and if they do, they don’t seem to care.

He was one of five out of the sixteen kids in here that had to sell their bodies to ensure that the rest of them didn’t starve. Not surprisingly he was the most profitable of the bunch with his fiery spirit and piercing emerald eyes. His pay alone had taken two persons off of the trick payroll.

He would take on the whole of Knocturn Alley if he could to spear the others the humiliation of having to go through this, but his income had already saved three persons and he didn’t think his dear Uncle Vernon would give up another of his ‘easy money’.

Harry had often wondered what his life would have been like if his parents had survived the car crash that took both their lives but left him with only a fucking scar when he was still a baby, which he always hid under a fringe of hair. He was ashamed of it in a way; why should he live with but a scar while his parents lie six feet under?

He decidedly veered his mind away from those thoughts; they brought him only pain to think about. He sighed and sank further into his chair.

The voices of the others came floating through the windows as they romped. The sun was in its last stages for the day, and the low breeze that floated in was calming. And Harry needed calm right now.

It was almost time for him to get ready for his johns.

The turning of a page had him looking down at the girl by his feet.

Harry watched the bushy head of his sister as it stayed bent over, glued to an encyclopedia as though it was the latest in celebrity gossip and the cage of Hedwig by her side. Hermione was a couple of months older than him but he had been taking care of her ever since the day they met about five years ago.

They had taken an instant liking to each other the day she came to the orphanage, run by the Dursley’s, after her parents went missing after their plane went down. It is speculated that it went into the ocean after a crack in the fuel tank drain the power.

When she came, her nose red and eyes puffy, Harry had felt it was his responsibility to comfort her. He knew what it was like to lose his parents although he had never really got to know them. Still, a bond had formed between them, especially when he had saved her muffin from imminent death at the hands of the resident bully during break.

She was his little sister, if not by blood then in his heart.

“You should be doing your homework.”

And apparently he was her son.

Harry groaned silently. The tutor that came twice a week to teach basic lessons had given ample amount of work, but out of the goodness of her heart Hermione had taken to giving him extra. To her the tutor should not even be allowed to teach the ABC’s much less math. And she’d go on and on about how deprived they were being of the ‘infinite knowledge’s of the universe’ because the ‘fat cows’ were too cheap to get anyone decent.

Really, Harry loved her but she drives him crazy when she went into one of her rants.

“I’ll do them tomorrow,” he said tiredly. He had just woken up, having to work during the nights. They didn’t spend as much time together now as they did then. These few times in between were rare, and the two days he got free were spent buried under homework or doing yard work with the rest.

She snorted. “You said that yesterday. Honestly Harry how can you expect to make something of yourself if you don’t try?” She glanced up and gazed a little sadly into his eyes.

She knew though. She knew that he didn’t think there was anything left open fro him other than the one he has now. Harry knew that there was nothing for a backwater whore to be in life but a whore. He wished it wasn’t so, but this side of The Alley there wasn’t much options open to him.

That’s why he was so fiercely protective when it came to Hermione. With her intellectual drive, she could be someone. She was made for great things and Harry was determined that nothing got into the way. Nothing would break her. Nothing would stop her from being what he knew she could.

He gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “I’ll just have to sponge off of you for the rest of my life.”

Thankfully she allowed his diversion. She scoffed. “As if. If you expect me to support you while you laze around my house, you are sadly mistaken. But I shall allow you the privilege of being my gardener.” She sounded so superior and looked so adorable with her chin in the air like that.

Harry smiled and the both of them broke out into giggles and even Hedwig gave a little hoot.

“Boy!”

The both jumped at the bellow.

Veron Dursely waddled his way into the room with a nasty look in his eye. “You got people to service. What are you doing here slacking off? He is waiting.”

Harry and Hermione had gotten to there feet when he me into the room, not wanting to be lower than him in any way or form that would give off submission.

“He just woke,” Hermione spoke up, not quite disguising the disgust from her voice.

“That’s of no consequence. There is money to be made, bills to be paid; we can’t have him going lazy on us when there is so much to be done.”

Harry snorted in disgust. “We wouldn't need the money if you and that scarecrow you call a wife would keep your paws off of the money the government sends us,” he said referring to his Uncle and his Aunt.

His Uncle’s face turned red. “You better watch that tongue of yours, Boy. You won’t be that hard to replace.” His eyes turned toward where Hermione stood glaring at him. Harry quickly shut up.

The day Hermione had turned fourteen, Vernon had said it was time she earned her keep and started looking out for the ‘family’. Harry had been ease dropping from the other side of the door and had heard the details of what she was supposed to do.

Shocked and outraged Harry had stormed inside and yelled that he was sick and crazy to think that he’d allow Hermione to do that. His uncle had made a sarcastic comment about him taking her place and before Harry knew what he was doing, he was saying he would do it.

Now with this new threat, Harry cut his eyes toward Hermione and she got the message. Grabbing her book and Hedwig, she swept from the room but not without a parting glare in Vernon’s direction.

His uncle wrinkled his nose at him as he gestured to the imposing figure that had come up to the doorway. “Hurry up and get out of my house, Boy. Your…customers are waiting”. And with that he bustled out of the room, turning sideways to fit his massive bulk through the door.

Harry straightened his spine and turned to face the greasy haired, hook nosed git that was his employer.

Prince Severus the third: pimp extraordinaire.

Snape glared down at the raggedy looking boy before him. It really was a mystery to him why his arse was in such high demand. To Severus Snape, this boy was nothing more than wasted life just like his worthless father. But if the customers wanted him, and his hands were filled nicely with change, he could overlook this fact for a moment.

But the minute the customers started becoming cautious and lost their guts in doing business with him, hell would seem like a mosquito bite compared to his pimp hand.

And that’s what the clients were becoming; cautious. In the past five days the boy’s demand had dropped slightly. Not much to say that he was ever without a customer, but they were less frequent. It was all because of this little shit’s doing.

So there were a few things that needed clearing up before the boy got started.

“Boy, it seems I’ve figured out your little problem in the popularity department.” Snape eased away from the wall, using his cane for balance as he leaned against it. “Your friend has caused quite a stir here.”

Harry furrowed his brows. He had wondered at that. He was getting suspicious looks from a lot of people recently, he’d been treated a little more like an outcast than usual and he didn’t know why. “I don’t what’s going on but-”

Snape ignored him. “I had wondered what was affecting our little town so. But it seems everyone’s favorite hole has gotten himself mixed up with‘money’, an outsider who does not know of our ways and understandings. I trust you see where i'm getting at.” He sneered. “I had thought you would have had more sence than that but it seems even I give you too much credit.”

Harry had to think for a second before the blond hair, grey eyed cutie came to him. Damn, he knew he would be a problem. He hadn’t given the blond a passing thought after he had gotten back Hedwig a couple days before. He didn’t belong over here and his very presence had fucked up the natural flow of everything. Now everyone probably thought he was working with the guy to sell out all the underground money makers for a little cash himself. If he wasn’t careful he might find himself at the bottom of a river.

Harry’s hands clenched. The little blond git; he was cute but not worth this much hassle.

“Now,” Snape continued into the silence. “I do not want to hear of another incident like this or you will be replaced. Don’t think for a moment that you are that special. I’m sure there are others that can make up for what you earn. From now on, at least try and use that brain of yours.” With that said he swept out of the room.

Harry stared after him and cursed. This was a problem that he to take care of.

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