Harry Potter And The Half Blood Pimp

A young man of about six sat at a ratty wood table next to an older man. They were both dressed in pin stripe suits, their clothing belaying the fact they were living beyond their means. The young child mimicked his companion, rubbing his temples while his elbows rested on the table.
“Damn bitches better get home with my money.” The man voiced, as the squeaky boy next to him concurred. “Yea… bischessss better get home with your money.”
“Language Harold.” The older man chastised the young boy. Though a small smirk played across his features, revealing the fact that he wasn’t truly mad. “Remember Harry, no matter what, a women is a beautiful thing, and you should take care of them. Keep them safe, and let them do what they do, whether she is a nun teaching children, or a hoe turning tricks, you stand up for your ladies.”
The young boy nodded furiously as he churned his mentor’s words in his mind. They were words to live by, and little Harry cherished every word that came from his mentor’s mouth.

Four Years Later

“C’mon Harry, we have to deliver Cynthia to a John, then we have to go do business with the new guys on the block.” His mentor yawned, as he tossed Harry a set of keys. “You’re driving us there.”
“Sure thing Silver Magic.” Harry knew he was to young to drive, and if he ever got caught, he and his mentor would be in a world of shit, but he drove for SM any ways. Harry didn’t know Silver Magic’s real name, and he probably never would, he only knew his own name, because it was written in a locket with a picture of some women holding a baby, most likely him, that was dangling from his neck when Cynthia found him in a dumpster.
Harry couldn’t have been more than a year old, but there he was, crying away inside a dumpster, and kindhearted Cynthia just couldn’t let him die. So she scooped him up, and took him home to Silver Magic, who decided to take Harry in as an apprentice, and raise him to become a real pimp. No one knows why Silver Magic took Harry in, or why he was so smitten with the boy, but no one questioned him, and Harry grew up strong and tough in the streets.
“SM, When do I get a pimp name?” Harry asked as he ducked in the driver seat of their Cadillac, trying to dodge Cynthia’s hand as she tried to muss his hair.
“Boy, you don’t get a pimp name till you pimp some’en.” Silver replied with the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. “You just keep watching, and you learn them skills up right, and we will have you all named up in no time. Right now, you ain’t old enough to be pimpen no one Harry.”
“Yea Harry, you pick a name too soon and you will end up with something like The Kiddie Cuddler, or that bitch ass kid who thinks he’s a G.” Cynthia grinned as she pressed Harry’s buttons.
“Hoe, don’ be makin’ Harry all self conscious. We’ll set you up proper with a fine name some day. Not till you old enough tho’.” SM finalized their conversation with a wave of his hand.
Harry nodded; he knew SM wouldn’t bullshit him, and that he was going to inherit an established Hoe-Dom when SM finally retired, if he did. It mattered not to Harry though, he was just so happy to have a family, he knew though, from his talks with SM that Harry was going to be raising in the ranks soon.
“Fine Small Magick…” Cynthia giggled.
“Hoe, don’t be getting smart with me.” SM waggled a finger in Cynthia’s face, a stern expression etched into his features. SM was known for being kind but tough, but that was what made all the women flock to him.
“We’re here.” Harry grinned as he parked the car down the street from the building they were supposed to go to. It was a small hotel, known for renting by the hour, and not asking questions.
“Good job. You still need to work on using the brakes smoother, but you’re learning right Harry.” SM beamed as he got out of the car. Harry swift ly followed his mentors actions, and helped Cynthia out of the car, allowing her arm to intertwine with his, he walked arm in arm with her, following SM to the hotel.
“Thanks Harry.” Cynthia giggled, she loved how gentlemanly Harry could be, it wasn’t weakness, he exuded confidence and she knew that he had love in him. She knew Harry would grow up to be a fine pimp some day.
“You keep such a soft hand Harry, and you’ll break it the first time you have to use it.” SM scolded as they walked through the front door of the hotel. Harry didn’t even glance at the name, they were al the same any ways. They may glimmer on the outside, but they were all havens of smut and sex on the inside. SM and Harry made sure of that.
Harry tipped his hat at the young man behind the main desk as they walked past, accepting the nod from the welcomer. They were expected, and Harry knew it was time to get to work.
“Meet me in room 203 Harry, after you drop Cynthia off in room 301, knock twice.” SM instructed, Harry didn’t move, nor make a sound, but SM knew he was listening. Harry was an intense person, when it was time for business.
Harry watched as his mentor left him and Cynthia in the elevator at the second floor, his gaze locked on his walk, trying to soak in SM’s style. That left Cynthia stifling a giggle as Harry strutted with Cynthia at his side out of the elevator when they reached the third floor.
Harry rapped sharply on the door with his two knuckles impatiently. “Open up, it’s the delivery man.” He called. He waited a moment, and just as he were about to knock again, the door opener swiftly to a purple faced man.
“SHHHH. I don’t want to attract attention.” The purple-faced man hissed. He was tall, fat, and wore an over coat that read “Grunnings” on it.
“Bitch, don’t shhh me.” Harry raised his voice indignantly “Let me in bitch.” Pushing past the rather large man, he shoved him backwards, while yanking Cynthia in. “Now let me lay down some ground rules for you fat man.” Harry began, “First off, don’t you hurt my bitch, you fuck up and it yo’ ass. Second, you got half an hour after I leave this room, but she better damn well be allowed to pick up her cell phone if I call to check up on her. Third, you pay half now and half at the end.” Harry then extended his hand as the fat man handed Harry a thick stack of crisp pound notes. “Finally, you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
The purple-faced man was for sure nervous about the whole situation. Harry could smell it, but he walked out of the room and paid it no mind. Every one was nervous, if not for only the first few experiences.
Harry entered the elevator, and made his way over to room 203, knocking twice he waited a moment before a strange looking man opened the door and ushered Harry inside. The man was fairly thick, not exactly fat, but very heavyset.
“Ah! Thank you Goyle.” Exclaimed a tall slimy grease ball with long blonde hair. Harry didn’t like these guys, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew something was wrong. His intuition was telling him to run, but he would NEVER leave SM in a situation without back up.
“Hi.” Harry stated flatly, looking around the room. “Where is SM?” Harry thought, as he realized the room had only he, the slimy git, and fatty in it. “So, where did Silver Magick go?” Harry question, as he slowly placed his hands in his pockets, laying his grip around a bali-song knife that he received from Cynthia for his “Got Found day.”
“The bathroom.” Slimy drawled, a hint of malice in his eyes.
“Right.” Harry replied as he leaned up against the wall, assuring himself no one could sneak up on him. The situation was bad, he knew Silver Magick probably wasn’t even alive, and the only way he could make it out of this one, was with a little preventative action.
Realizing the slimy git and fatty where sharing a look, Harry leapt into action. His knife bursting open with such speed, it was nothing but a blur; the soft chatter of the steal clicking together as he stabbed fiercely into a rather large vein in fatty’s leg was drowned out by his screams, but before Harry could turn his attack on the blonde haired bastard, he fainted.
At least, he thought he had fainted; he was floating, outside his body. He could hear the blonde haired git giving a command to him. “Jump out the window.”
“No… That would be dumb.” Harry thought.
“Jump.”
“I shouldn’t…”
“Jump.”
“Well, may be it wouldn’t hurt if I did.”
“Jump damn it!”
“Ok.”
And Harry jumped out the window.

“Well, that takes care of that. Hurry up and stop bleeding, and lets go report to Voldemort that our plan is coming together perfectly.” Git grinned.
“Sure thing Luscious.” Goyle grinned. “Voldemort will be real pleased with us.”
“That he will Goyle, that he will.” Luscious Malfoy laughed.

30 minutes later

“Ughhh.” Harry groaned as he realized he wasn’t dead. Though, being dead was the least of his worries, as he was currently perched precariously on an awning perhaps a foot below the window he jumped through.
“Na, I must have been hit over the head and pushed out the window, I wouldn’t have just jumped.” Harry assured himself as he attempted to navigate back up to the window he had fallen out of. After a few minutes of grabbing his courage, he pulled himself up through the window and found SM’s body in the bathroom.
Harry would have cried, if he had the time. SM had discussed with Harry many times, what to do incase of an emergency like this. He immediately grabbed all of Silver’s jewelry, his wallet, his cell phone, every thing but his underwear Harry collected, stuffing every thing he could into his pockets.
Harry bent down and closed SM’s eyes, a look of horror on his face that only solidified the idea that they must have poisoned him, as he didn’t have any bludgeon or bullet wounds on him.