Sirius was sitting excitedly like a child on Christmas Eve staring at the clock. It was finally July 30th and approaching 10 pm. In two short hours he, Dumbledore, and Remus would be heading to number 4 Privet Drive to take Harry away from his relatives.
Sirius had never managed to shake that feeling that he had about Harry. He merely hoped and prayed that when they got to Harry he would be all in one piece and unharmed. He was so focused on the clock, willing it to move more quickly that the sound of the door opening startled him and he jumped in his seat. He smiled at his good friend Remus who entered the room looking less than happy.
“Whats up Remus?” Sirius asked, concerned for the expression on his face. Remus paused before answering.
“Dumbledore just fire-called. Theres been some strange activity on the edges of Hogsmeade and he wants us to check them out.”
Sirius felt himself deflate a little bit, knowing that going out now they wouldnt be back in time to get Harry. He looked up at Remus to find him looking at him apologetically before turning around and exiting the room, presumably to go get ready. Sirius sighed but tried to reason with himself logically. The only thing that would really change is that they wouldnt have to wake Harry up in the middle of the night to take him away. Nothing bad could happen to him in the few hours he would just be sleeping anyway, right?
With that thought, Sirius got up and changed into some warmer clothes, as they would most likely be rooting around outside.
Harry was woken from his slumber by the loud slamming of the basement door. He was surprised he was still asleep if somebody was coming downstairs already. Usually he just naturally woke up before customers started arriving. If he didnt wake up naturally then one of the girls woke him up, whether intentionally or not. But he looked around and noticed all the girls sitting up and looking around curiously much like Harry. This made him conclude that it was early for them to be awake. He looked over at the bottom of the stairs to see Emmet who was standing as if waiting for all the teens to notice him. He called out for one of the girls. She got up and walked over, as if to go up the stairs but he stopped her. He just had her stand to the side. He called out three more names, including Aimee who stood and joined the group. Then Emmet called for Harry, or rather Emrys as he was called here. Harry joined the group. Emmet looked at all of them.
“Put on your leisure clothes”
They all scrambled to their beds, not taking the time to wonder why they werent going to be wearing their work clothes tonight. Harry shrugged into his red zip up hoodie after putting on his t-shirt and jeans. He turned around and walked back to Emmet. Emmet looked down at Harrys feet which were bare, having never been given shoes or socks of any kind. But instead of producing some sort of footwear, as Harry had hoped, he merely looked back up at the other girls who were finishing changing.
Soon the whole group was once again gathered at the bottom of the steps. Emmet looked the group over before turning and heading up the stairs and the group all followed. They were led up the stairs but instead of turning down the hallway that would lead to the waiting room, Emmet turned the opposite direction. Harry vaguely recalled that Darays room was down this way and felt a shiver run down his spine. When they reached his door however, they turned down another hallway that Harry hadnt noticed when he first arrived. They were led down the hall and down a short staircase where they met a big metal door. Emmet opened the door and looked around for a moment before exiting and motioning for the kids to follow him through the door. They did and were surprised to find themselves outside. They took a moment to revel in the feeling of the summer air, although it was already dark out. However they were quickly hurried along into the back of a van. Harry had no idea what was going on. He guessed that perhaps they were being moved somewhere. But they didnt bring anything else with them. Not that they had anything else, save for their work clothes.
They all huddled in the back of the van with one of the workers keeping an eye on them, as Emmet had moved to the cab of the van, presumably to drive with one other worker. They all muttered quietly to each other about what was going on. None of the other girls who had been selected had ever experienced anything like this before. It was unheard of to be able to leave the house. A quick glare from the worker in the back silenced them all pretty quickly but the ride wasnt too long so they soon found themselves being led out of the back of the van.
Harry looked up in awe at the house in front of him. The neighborhood they were in was clearly one for the supremely wealthy. He took a quick glimpse around and saw that all the other houses in sight were the same, although they were all separated spaciously, unlike the cramped yards back in England. Once again however, they were not allowed to linger long, as they were rushed into the house.
They stood in the impressive foyer, looking around in awe at the hardwood floors, the lovely chandelier above them, as well as the artwork that adorned the walls. A man came out and Emmet stepped forward and they conversed quietly. The other man produced a rather thick wad of large bills which Emmet quickly glanced over before nodding and pocketing the money. He motioned the children forward and they were led through the double doors they had been admiring.
The scene they encountered was vastly different from one that was expected to be taking place in this elegant house. There were people stumbling around drunkenly everywhere, and on the stylish glass table there were people snorting lines of whatever drug they chose. Several heads shot up upon their entrance and many lewd grins graced the faces of the men. Quite a few of the men stood from whatever they were doing and came over to view their party favors.
An middle-aged man who was stinking drunk wrapped his arm around Harrys waist and led him to a door which Harry discovered led to a small half bathroom (meaning there is no shower). He shut and locked the door and pushed Harry against the sink. He ground against Harry with his face buried in Harrys neck. He pressed his mouth to Harrys sloppily and Harry nearly gagged at the disgusting taste. The man groped at Harrys body, undoing his pants and pushing them to the floor. He lifted Harry unexpectedly onto the sink and Harry winced as his bare bottom touched the cold porcelain of the sink. He ripped Harrys pants all the way off and then undid his own trousers pushing them down around his thighs. He pulled Harrys legs up so they were wrapped around him before dispensing some of the liquid soap that was sitting on the sink onto his cock.
One of the unfortunate effects of alcohol is the prolonged ejaculation. Harry had no idea how long he sat on the uncomfortable sink with the sinks faucet digging into the small of his back while the man satisfied himself. Eventually the man came and pausing only to wipe himself off on the hand towel, pulled his pants up and exited the room. Harry climbed off the sink and decided to take advantage of being in a bathroom by himself. A nice one at that. He looked at himself in the mirror and couldnt believe how much he had changed. he hadnt seen himself since he had been at the Dursleys which had to have been several weeks ago. His cheek bones were more prominent and he seemed paler than ever, most likely due to lack of sunlight. He washed his face and hands with the soap and with a moment of consideration, quickly rinsed off his body lightly and dried off using the other hand towel (thankfully, there were two). He replaced his clothing and left the bathroom.
It seemed that some other men had no scruples about privacy. He felt mildly disgusted to see two of the girls he had come to consider friends being used on the couches in the middle of the room, while the action resumed around them. His vision was blocked by another man coming to stand in front of him holding a drink in a cup. He handed it to Harry.
“No thank you, monsieur.” Harry said, shaking his head. The man narrowed his eyes and pushed it into Harrys hands, staring at him until Harry took a drink. He led Harry over to one of the armchairs and sat down, pulling Harry into his lap. He pushed the cup towards Harrys mouth again and Harry grimaced as the concoction was poured into his mouth. He finally finished the drink and it was taken from his hands. The man pulled Harry closer and seemed content to run his hands over Harrys body. Harry found his vision getting hazier the longer he sat there. And while he knew that the drink was alcoholic he knew that that couldnt be the sole reason. There must have been something in his drink.
The man stood and Harry found himself stumbling as he was led to his feet and then out of the room. Harry couldnt process where he was being led until he recognized the foyer. He was led past the doors however and was taken up a set of stairs to an actual bedroom.
Harry found it mildly disturbing how happy he was at the sight of the bed. The bed at the brothel was hardly comfortable and while Harry knew what was going to happen on the bed he could hardly help but be excited at the fact that it would happen on this extremely comfortable looking bed.
At least it began that way. The typical way, that is with the man lying on top of a prone Harry while he simply stared at the ceiling waiting for it to be over. However soon the man pulled out and laid on his back, pulling Harry onto his lap, lowering him onto his cock. Harry sat astride the man, not quite knowing what to do, as no man had ever put him in this position. The man gripped his hips and pulled him up and down before stopping, merely leaving his hands on Harrys hips as he continued the motion.
Harry had never had to act proactively in these altercations and he had to say he didnt like it very much. It seemed too much like it was a consensual act on Harrys part. The up and down motion was doing nothing for Harrys spinning vision and luckily for him, he quickly succumbed to whatever drug was in his system and lost track of where he was and what he was doing. He barely noticed when the man was finally finished and pulled out of Harry and left. Harry laid on the bed, lost in the comfort of the bed and his spinning head.
Eventually Harry was aware enough of his surroundings to fix himself and leave the room. He stumbled down the stairs alone and found that the door leading to the foyer was left open. He glanced at the door and then back at the party. Nobody was paying attention to him. So he crept towards the door and slipped through. He didnt notice the pair of eyes that flashed in his direction at the last second and bolted over to the door. Harry was already outside the house and began running down the street for all he was worth. Emmet quickly yelled to two of the men who worked for him to come to the door. He pushed them outside and they began chasing Harry. Emmet turned around and headed back into the party.
“Time to go! Get up now!” He yelled to the girls. They quickly responded, much to the dislike of the men. In no time they were dressed and Emmet was shuffling them out and into the back of the van.
“Help! Somebody help me please!!” Harry screamed into the night, running down the street. He thought he saw a light in one of the houses turn on but he was quickly tackled to the ground by one of the workers. He didnt feel the scrape on his arm but it began to bleed. Harry continued screaming deranged rantings as he was wrestled back to the van. The man jumped in the back with them and, once the door was shut, banged on the back of the van to signal the drivers that they could leave. The van pealed out of the neighborhood, but not before a few more lights turned on and one or two neighbors stepped outside of their homes.
“Damn it!” The man shouted before turning to Harry who was cowering in fear. The man kicked him in his side several times. “You piece of shit! Do you realize what you have just done!!”
He continued yelling and hitting Harry until they reached the brothel. The doors flew open and they were all rushed inside. Harry stumbled along, limping slightly with the pain in his side. They were pushed into the basement and locked away. Harry stumbled over to his bed and just sat staring ahead.
He had been so close he could taste it. He hadnt been outside in so long, it had felt amazing to simply be in the open air. He could have run for hours he felt like, if only it would have taken him as far away from here as possible. But now he felt fear and guilt over what might possibly happen. Aimee came over and sat next to him while the others simply went to their own beds and stared at the door, waiting for news.
“Daray, we have to move quickly. The neighbors were alerted, we have no idea what they saw or heard. The police could be on their way here right now!” The man from the back of the van was telling Daray in his room. Emmet was there along with two other henchmen. Daray looked lost in thought. He had to think quickly or his entire empire would be gone. He quickly turned to his men and spit instructions off rapid fire and the men turned to run in all different directions. Daray followed Emmet to a storage closet where they grabbed a small box before heading to the basement.
The children all jumped when the door slammed open. Daray glided down the stairs, a picture of poise, though he was the epitome of rushed and stress underneath. He took a brief moment to turn his steely gaze to Harry. Harry shivered and bowed his head, afraid for his punishmentwhether he would live. Daray called out the names of a few of the girls. They walked over and Emmet opened a box he had brought with him and pulled out a syringe. Each girl got a syringe in the arm and were directed back to their beds. Daray called up the stairs and the two other henchmen came downstairs.
“The vans are ready” the first one down the stairs. Daray nodded.
“These girls are to be taken to the warehouse in Strasbourg, stop for nothing.” Daray said to the first man. He went over to one of the girls who Harry had noticed were all unconscious on their beds now. One by one the men took the girls upstairs until there were only Harry, Aimee, and one other girl Renee.
“Tell the others to go. These three are going somewhere else and will be riding with me and Emmet in the other van.” Daray instructed to the men.
Daray went to Aimee and injected her with the same shot as the others. One of the men caught her as she fell and carried here upstairs. Daray did the same with Renee and soon the basement was empty save for Harry and Daray. Daray stared coldly down at Harry with the syringe in his hand. He then leaned in and stuck Harrys arm. Before fading away he heard Daray harshly whisper in his ear.
“You are lucky you are too beautiful to waste.”
Sirius was skipping as he, Remus, and Dumbledore approached the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Remus turned to Sirius and made him calm himself before he knocked on the door. It was Petunia who answered and she released a small squeak at seeing who was there. She immediately tried to slam the door but Remus foot got in the way.
“Excuse me, we are to pick Harry up.” He said in what could be considered a cordial tone, but Petunia knew it was anything but.
“He’s not here. H’es run away.” She said before trying to shut the door again. This time it was Sirius who stopped her. He grabbed the door with his hand and pushed it open.
“I’m sorry, but what did you say?” He asked with his most menacing look. Petunia fumbled a bit with her hands.
“One day he just up and left. Took all his freaky things with him.” she said. Sirius snorted and pushed past her and up the stairs to Harrys room. He burst through the door to find it completely empty. There were no sheets on the bed and upon further inspection he discovered the desk empty as well as the closet. He knelt next to the bed and pried up the floorboard that Harry had told him about and found his wand as well as invisibility cloak. Sirius grabbed these items and ran back downstairs to find that they had all congregated in the living room where Vernon was having a fit because this was interrupting his morning news time. Sirius held the items up.
“If Harry ran away, he would never leave his wand or his invisibility cloak here. What is going on? Where is my godson?” Sirius demanded. Silence met his demand. In the background you could hear the soft sounds of the television.
“Last night there was a huge discovery made in Paris, France. Local residents were awoken out of their sleep by a large ruckus apparently being made by a young teen. Rather than being some local trouble makers, it seems that this seemingly small disturbance when followed led to a rather disturbing discovery of a brothel specializing in child prostitution, right in downtown Paris.”
Vernon stopped breathing. The three men were still staring at him. He made the mistake of letting his eyes slip for a fraction of a second to the tv. Remus noticed the glance at the television and looked himself and felt his mouth drop open at the story that was headlining the morning news. He looked back at Vernon.
“You can’t possibly be that sick.” Remus muttered staring hard at Vernon, barely believing what might be right in front of him. Vernons attempt to deny Remus thoughts only confirmed his newest suspicion even more.
“What? Moony, whats going on?” Sirius asked. Remus turned to one of his oldest friends.
“Vernon Dursley is a disgusting excuse for a human being.”
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