Lost and Better Off Not Found

Chapter 3

Harry led his dance partner down the crowded hallway full of couples making out to the men's restroom, swaying his hips as he went to keep his attention. Harry pushes open the door and immediately the sounds of sex are coming from one of the stalls. He smirks, Looks like I'm not the only one with the right idea. He moves towards the open stall and gestures to the man following him inside. The man was slightly older than him, about seventeen or eighteen, not that he cared, as long as he was good-looking, which he was.

As soon as the door is closed and the lock slid into place, they resume making out. It quickly escalates as his hands move to his pants. Harry pulls away and turns around while unzipping his pants. He passes the guy a condom, which he always carries with him and they finally get down to business. As the guy pushes into him, he lets out a pleasured cry, which quickly becomes a competition between him and the guy in the next stall. Their activities escalate and eventually come to a climax. He smirks, I win.

When they finish he cleans himself up with his magic and leaves the stall. The couple in the stall beside us comes out and one of the guys nods his head at him, conceding in his victory. He smirks again and leaves the bathroom, leaving the guy he was with to himself.

Harry makes his way to the stairs; it's about time he went home. He winces as he moves up the stairs as the burning in his backside makes itself known. Next time I'm topping, he thought to himself.

As he gets to the last step he runs into a man with slightly long brown hair and gray eyes, he looks angry and he's kind of cute in that rugged kind of way. Their eyes meet and the man's face goes slack.

"Harry," the man whispered.

Oh, crap. He's one of them, he thinks. Harry quickly darts to the side, pushing the man into the railing and runs to the door, only to find his way blocked by a large black-skinned man. He wheels back around and makes his way to the exit and makes it into the small hallway before he is grabbed around the middle.

"Let me go!" he yelled, struggling to get away, "Let me go damn it or I'll sue you for everything you have!"

"Stop your struggling Potter," the man with stringy black hair and a crooked nose snarled at me.

"Screw you. Get your fucking hands off me!" he snapped then promptly bites down on the arm holding him.

The man hisses in pain and abruptly let's go. Harry makes a beeline for the door and opens it into the cool night air. Just as he is about to disappear, he is tripped and bound by the black-haired man.

"You little brat," he spits out.

"Severus, that is enough," said an elderly man as he comes out of the side door of the club. "Kingsley would you..."

The black-skinned man "Kingsley" came forward and easily helped him up but doesn't untie him.

"Let me go asswipe," Harry snapped as more people come out of the club.

"Afraid I can't do that," Kingsley said in a deep baritone.

"Sure you can," Harry said simply, "You just let my arms go, simple."

Kingsley chuckled and held onto him tighter, pinning his arms behind him with his own.

"No need to be so hostile, my boy," the elderly man said.

"Says you, you've been following me around for weeks."

"Why didn't you stop and meet us then?"

"I don't know who you are, you all might be rapists for all I know," Harry said angrily.

"I assure you that we are not rapists," the old man said kindly.

"He looks like one," Harry said gesturing with his head to the bat-like man.

Said man's eyes flash and put up a wooden stick in his face, stepping close, "Arrogant, just like your father," he sneered.

Anger suddenly rushes through Harry and he swings his leg back and swiftly kicks him in the balls. It is entirely unexpected that the man does not dodge and cringes into himself. Harry has to commend him for not falling to the floor in agony.

The man with the gray eyes barks out a laugh and Harry can feel a smirk curve his mouth, I think I like this man. Abruptly the smirk disappears and Harry's green eyes flash in anger, "Don't you dare talk about my father like that. I may not have known him but I won't stand for it."

"Severus, are you alright," a woman with her hair in a bun asked. Severus said nothing, unable to because of the pain, but he does stand up straight and glare at Harry. He has to give him credit for trying.

"Now Harry that wasn't very nice," the old man sternly said. Harry just shrugged. "Now I believe I should introduce myself. I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. This is my colleague Professor Minerva McGonagall, and that young man over there is Professor Severus Snape." Oops. "These two are Aurors Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks. And over here is Remus Lupin and Sirius Black."

"I'm your godfather," Sirius suddenly blurted out.

Harry raised an eyebrow and slowly smiled, "Are you serious?"

Sirius grinned, "Yup."

"Then where've you been?"

He slumped his shoulders and looked down at the ground, "Long story," he mumbled.

"Then give me the short version," Harry replied.

"I was in Azkaban," Sirius said, at Harry's blank look he elaborated, "Wizarding prison."

"You were in prison?" Harry asked incredulously. At Sirius' nod, he thought for a moment before he said, "Cool. What were you in for?"

"I was falsely imprisoned."

"For what?"

"Murder."

"...Very cool." Harry said nodding, "I like you."

Sirius smiled, "Good."

"So," Harry asked looking around at everyone, "What do you want? And can you please untie me?"

"Do you promise not to take off?" Dumbledore asked.

"No."

"Then we will not untie you."

"Fine, fine. I won't run off...immediately."

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then nodded, "Good enough," and the ropes fell from his arms and disappeared.

Harry stepped away from Kingsley and stretched his arms to get feeling back into them. He is then handed an envelope with his name on it in green ink. On the front read: Harry J. Potter, Unknown. Curious, he opened up the seal and read through its contents with his brow raised in astonishment. It was an invitation to a school, for magic. He knew there was magic and that there were people out there that were like him, but an actual school...

"You were originally supposed to receive this when you were eleven but the owls that were supposed to deliver it could not find you," Dumbledore supplied him.

"So you had to come looking for me?"

"Precisely."

"Huh," Harry hummed thoughtfully, "So I'm supposed to go to this school of yours to learn magic?"

"Yes."

"How long do I have to stay there?"

"It's like a boarding school," Remus explained, "You'll be there ten months out of the year for seven years or four now."

"I see..."

"So, will you go?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'll think about it," Harry said and promptly disappeared.